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Non mi piace l'Hip Hop dei video di Mtv, prodotti in serie pre-incelofanati ben bene e sfornati al ritmo incessante, supecolorati e imbellettati, luccicanti e normalmente "barocchi", quelli dello "champagne, money and bitches "... nemmeno quello dei lavori preconfezionati col campionamento facile facile, dei sucker, del "copia/incolla", del "scoperta la formula basta ripeterla all'infinito", di Nelly, 50cent e di quel fallito di Eminem (che se non fosse per Dr.Dre e per il colore della sua pelle, chissà dove sarebbe... bah!?). Non quello delle faide (o presunte tali) tra East Coast e West Coast con pistolettate varie, non quello delle "capezze" al collo con conseguente "sfida mediatica" a chi ce l'ha più grossa, non quello dei soldi sulle chiappe bagnate.
Mi piace l'Hip Hop delle produzioni cazzute, quello "colto", quello che sa essere allo stesso tempo Underground e Avanguardia, che scava in fondo al barile, raschia il fondo, esplora, quello che corre e non si ferma, che mixa e mescola con saggezza e rispetto, quello che conosce le radici della musica nera ( blues, jazz, soul, funk e hip hop old school per l'appunto), delle voci calde e fluide che scivolano sul beat, quello che spacca il culo senza necessariamente ripetertelo e ricordartelo ad ogni strofa (casomai te lo fossi dimenticato).
Bene se anche voi siete un po' come me andate a prendervi 'sto disco che spacca come pochi!
Altrimenti godetevi l'ossigenato più ricco d'America e la sua allegra combriccola.
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03 America's Most Blunted (03:29)
[Intro]
Come out to show them...
Like open the brews up, and let some of the blues blood come out to show them
Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them {*storm howls*}
come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them... {*echoes*}
{*guitar sound, coughing fit*} Music (bad weed)
Listening to music while stoned is a whole new world (to' up man)
Most cannabis consumers report it second only to snakes
And grass will change your musical habits, for the better
{*scratched: "America's most blunted!"*}
{"Soon as he start sleepin, catchin you off guard"}
{"If you'll all gather closer at the phonograph"}
Where Quas at? {"Yo!"} Doom, you got the trees?
{"America's most blunted!"}
[MF Doom]
Quas, when he really hit scar mode
Never will he boost loose Phillies with the barcode
Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip
Or slit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip
Some rather baggies others like they cracks and browns
Catch a tag, roll a bag of swag in a Black'n'Mild
See twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part
The list top gold, bust before beef start
At the Stop'n'Go Mart, actin like a spirit host done it
{"America's most blunted!"} Yeah, yo
Doom nominated for the best rolled L's
And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well
Wild guess? You could say he stay sedated
Some say buddha'd, some say faded
Someday pray that he will grow a foreign barn full
Recent research show it's not so darn harmful (true)
Sometimes you might need to detox
It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beatbox
Off spite to your surprise
Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes
Tear a page out the good book, hear it how you want it
{"America's most blunted!"}
[Chorus]
{"Comin kinda stupid from the station"} {"blunted"}
{"Amazing loops, loops, loops.."} {"blunted"}
{*"The-th-the-best, the-th-best, the-the-the, the best in your perimeter"*}
Yo I can't find that nigga Metal Face nowhere (oh alright)
{"America's most blunted!"}
[Lord Quas]
Doom! The Madvillain killin mad boom
Consume weed and drink brew 'til we perfume the room
The beat conductor smoke twenty-four/seven
Shady.. you can even ask my reverand
Willie knows, how the Phillies roll, really though
I spend my last dough, to pick up the sticky gold
I spark the lah, but don't {fuck} with speed or trees with seeds
Quasimoto crew, we get keyed
The most blunted on the map
The one astro black, in the alley, with a hoodrat
Hoodrat.. when you try to react
{*belch*} Even your pops got smacked
Even your moms got cracked
Meanwhile!! While my bowl got packed
Drop X so you can have good sex (what, no)
I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank
I got the fat sack {shh} all day I'm on it
Who are we? {"America's most blunted!"}
[Outro]
{"Comin kinda stupid from the station"} {"blunted"}
{"Amazing loops, loops, loops.."} {"blunted"}
{"America's most blunted!"}
Creativity, it's a known fact that grass increases creativity
from eight, to eleven times. In fact, everyone finds that they're
more creative stoned, than straight. So remember!
M-A-R-I-J-U... {*xylophone*} ... A-J-U-A-N-A {*xylophone*}
Mari-ah.. {*xylo*} ..juana {*xylo*} Mari-whana {*xylo*}
{*laughter*}
07 Rainbows (03:01)
You know, you best to watch out (watch your back nigga)
Til you, be fresh out of clout (fresh water trout)
Rumors (out of water) that he got a mouth on the street (somebody tell him yo)
You know, you best to watch out (watch your back nigga)
Who knows, who is watchin in (streets is watchin you)
Hope, they don't know (they don't know nothin)
As much, as he thinks, that they know
That what, he drinks, is Drain-o
Rat butt, she winks, rainbow-oww-owwws
{*woman screams, Doom harmonizes*}
Loser, was twice in the fed (comin home son)
User, whose nice in the head (where that shit at bitch)
Choose to, entice him with bread (get paid son)
Harem, they said he was ex-pen-dable - dead broke
Air him, there's no witnesses (tell 'em the B.I.)
Dare him, they said he was ex-pen-dable (dead 'em dunn)
Air him, there's no witnesses (tell 'em the B.I.)
You know, you best to watch out (watch your back nigga)
Who knows, who is watchin in (nosey yo)
Hope, they don't know (they don't know nothin)
As much, as he thinks, that they know
That what, he drinks, is Drain-o
Rat butt, she winks, rainbow-oww-owwws
{*woman screams, Doom harmonizes*}
[Outro]
This Villain was a ruthless mass conquerer
with aspirations to dominate the universe
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