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Bloodshot
05:00
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I get down frequently like narcoleptic eyelids
Youngblood horticulture with, um, music hybrids
This rhyme is making sky high kids YB-or-die kids
Know the power of a question but don't ask what the time is
Call me Sure Shot no need to pack a gun
So much fire in these arms when I drum you see the sun
Second to none when it become time to ignite
Never pick a fight but always ready to battle with the mic
As a sprite I was bright despite slight height
I don't indict know wrong from right take flight through mental might
Not trite I can't bite incite fright with the light
My eyes focus so much cats call me four-sight
I write my rhymes in red the universal color
Youngblood keep flowing til I die ascend or other
Damn straight I love my mother and these YB-boy brothers
Connecting through music microphone horn or drummer
One night I'm kicking it backstage after a show
rapping with this cat about how far it could go
we both agreed that this music isn't about the dough
then he turned to me and said 'Yo, you do blow?'
I'm like whoa slow down hell no
He's like 'You don't know kid, I gotta go kid'
I almost jumped up and kicked this sucker in the chest
Talking like I'm not the best because I could pass a blood test
My nose don't bleed even when I sneeze I spit more info
Than a row of asthmatics reciting Co-Flow
I get down instead of high thus my consciousness rose
I'm bold like a man selling snow to eskimos
Listen up because I don't talk through my nose
We gonna make this world right for unborn embryos
Fortunately there's cats like me Kweli and Mos
Focusing on educating instead of hating our foes
With the competition wishing they were deep sea fishing
Dropping lines so hard to grasp octopi on mission
Defeat those machismo egos split 'em up like fission
Imprison YB foes and give my prose pole position
I'm a musician it's my life and what keeps me sane
Catch me checking Chopin Branford and Tain or Coltrane
We gotta master ourselves y'all there's no one else to blame
Birth to death and back Youngblood keep flowing through my veins
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Turn it up time to burn it's the sound of the unlearned
we bomb with that acousticon sousaphone yo bring it on
ring your mom and tell her Youngblood got you singing different songs
moving throngs deep fry bands like wontons
you thought you kicked it like YB back in the day you're wrong
and we keep marching on whether you recognize it or not
we represent the presence of the essence with level-minded lessons
the underground offensive sentences take out contestants
never resting unless hip-hop culture be manifesting
DJ Skooly's on the cut
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Human Nature Pt.1
05:29
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Da Bomba
05:17
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Pastime Paradise
06:11
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Bless tracks like Carl Lewis but that's not why I do this / Just one of the newest breed of inspired MC's / What transpired when these eyes saw the future of a nation / where the student-teacher bond is brought to you by Playstation / my failed education was predicated on racial hatred / now transcend like faith while history books don't really say shit / spitting space is sacred so I introspect to spray it / now you witnessing me praying so don't question this embrace it / let's face it all we're ever graced with is the present / people living scraping resin trying to talk to me about heaven / yapping about fire don't make up for skills lacking / cats are still slacking even after karma smacked them / the question isn't if so and so got soul / because that's some wack cosmos / a cultural black hole / but light shines whether you see through fate or Carl Sagan's eyes / it's past time we woke up from this complacent paradise / and unlearn
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Peace (feat. Mike Ladd)
07:21
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Extended suspended notions of victory
O litany of statistically satisfactory batteries
Of success, cause we glitter on the TV sets
Get it off your chest (yeah I said cracka)
Now I've seen spirits flip breakbeats
From termite hills by baobab trees
Flippin' MCs back to Senegalese
Incantations
Human beings flash back to
Matter and matter is music
I saw Prince roll out on the gondola of soul down the Mississippi in '83
Straight down to the source
Saw the delta open like a lovers palm and
The song spread out in the wind, back over the ocean
See I
Shape-shift with my free speech
Rearrange new cultures every day of the week but
The economy's rough like powerpuffs and
Dr. Katz animation so
How the fuck you gonna make it through these amalgamations of nations
It's all bullshit quickly fallin' apart like
Puzzles that never work from the start so
You better grab on to your heart and realize
There's just a little bit of pie left
And those slices like crumbs, kay
All you suckers looking for apples
In a world of worms
Figure out you're just better off
Spreading out your mental germs
AKA memes
When you flip these it's like microchips exploding
All MCs be holding what they got which be they reality
That's what keeps smolderin'
This here is tradition listen
I"m gonna catch you in the bend
We all gonna lead on
Like we all was Buddy Bolden
Say Ra
How'd you
Like to
Hustle down to
Boogaloo Station
Revive that old vibe
Old time love song
Ripple on...
I catch flows like endos on Diamondbacks
Think so hard that my brain shoots smack
Just to keep it, easy, and all other MCs get on my shit like they toe jammin'
Don't even understand I'm like the hangnail that never goes stale
Keep it all together while you all just fucked up from Jheri Curl gel
Up in your eye
Trying to strive some shit but
Yeah, why don't you just stop and try a little
Peace
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From Now On
06:17
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For every second of
Every minute of
Every hour of
Every day of
My life, I stayed plugged
And away from fake thugs
Celebrate make love
Y'all stay up
My people rise we immune to the evil eye
We in the times when mosquito bites make people die
Birds falling out the sky from the pesticides
Niggas survive with no time for the wonder why
Get high, get fly, get wonderful
Rock earth tones, language is colorful
Walking light with the big sticks through the night
Find a beautiful life through usual strife
We throw change-ups
Now it's time to switch the game up
Brooklyn lick-shot
Let the heaters spit the flame up
Mentioning those who came up
Always bringing Kweli name up
We off the hook
Them other cats got hang ups
(Chorus)
We came from forty acres and a cheap mule
None of what we do
Is smoke blunts, drink forties, get paper and keep to
Crews carry out justice with street rules
Take what they need to, pay deep dues to heat fuels
Murder machines, designer jeans we bleed through
The weak fools in the elite few are see-through
You peep who fake if your eyes are keen to reality
You see who cling to the mind state of fallacy
They can't face the tragedy of spiritual depravity
They see the situation but they don't know the gravity
I mastered the response by following the calling
The light shining behind me casting shadows on the fallen
Four, every second of, the night we wrecking clubs
Get the people's hands up above
Get respect and love worldwide
International, son of the black national
And pan-african back again over soul beats
Hold heat like the sunshine
Keep beef for one time
No peace ever since justice become blind
That bitch act like she can't see what we been through
I bitch-slap mics, raise my voice and continue like that
Yes we rock it like that, that, that
We gonna continue like that, that
Like that, that
Like that, that
That, that, that, that
(Chorus)
Rocking and shocking the house
YoungBlood brass band
Hot and we knocking 'em out
Kweli from Brooklyn and we
Drop from the top to the south
So what now?
Showing you all what it's all about
In the language of those who blast before they talk it out
In the language of those who blast before they talk it out
In the language of those who blast before they talk it out
In the language of those who blast before they talk it out
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It's All Over
05:39
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Chinatown
05:57
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Youngblood Brass Band Madison, Wisconsin
Original riot jazz crew, wrecking stages everywhere all the time since 1997. New EP 'Pax Instrumentals’ out now. Members are available for online lessons, commissions, arrangements, and custom studio work as well. Thanks for listening.
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