This song, like the one before it on this album, has also been a long time coming. Production on it, other than the Slim Thug instrumental, began at least around late June 2007 through early July 2007. An additional freestyle verse, in addition to mi
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Story behind the song
This song, like the one before it on this album, has also been a long time coming. Production on it, other than the Slim Thug instrumental, began at least around late June 2007 through early July 2007. An additional freestyle verse, in addition to mine, was sought by Me at Berklee College of Music during the 2007 Five-Week Summer Performance Program, in the TV common room on the fourth floor of the dorms on Massachusetts Avenue, from a Scottish kid, but was eventually scrapped because the recording wasn't clear and no one would cooperate because they didn't want to. I actually completely forgot about that part of the story until now (January 2018), since I'm consolidating all the info for these old tracks into more professional and comprehensive forms than they were previously in. Luke-Aaron Heart's freestyle was recorded later, in early December 2007, and included an additional beatboxing beat by Me. Amber Scanlan, Derek Piotr, John "Jake" Ridge and Jennifer Egloff's vocals and additional vocals by Reuben Walton were recorded around September 2007 to October 2007. This song is another multi-minute extravaganza. This one is set to the instrumental for Slim Thug's song "Diamonds (Main Remix feat. Killa Kyleon, Slick Pulla and Jeezy)". That instrumental just has the hook and no verses, so I was free to fill in the other space. It's chock full o' features and has vocals and lyrics by Reuben Walton, Amber Scanlan, Luke-Aaron Heart, Derek Piotr, John "Jake" Ridge and Jennifer Egloff. When I first recorded my rapped vocals to this beat, they fit the beat more or less perfectly. Somewhere along the line in making the song, I slowed down the beat slightly or something and my vocals got pitched up slightly, so that's why they're completely out of sync with the beat. My part where I'm speaking in the intro was basically quoted from the intro to a rap song that my late friend Amber Scanlan's former boyfriend Brian Guest made where he said basically the same stuff. As usual, there are numerous references made in the lyrics to a variety of things. Amber's lyrics in this song feature hardly any rapping, and mostly just her conversation. Luke-Aaron Heart contributes a rapped verse that I think was a freestyle and Derek Piotr sings some lyrics from an earlier song we had worked on called "Free Per Minute". With these types of songs we were not all in the studio together recording, there wasn't even a studio really to speak of. It was Me inserting the various vocal recordings into the GarageBand project, other than my rapped verses which I recorded using the built-in microphone on my MacBook, in Amber's bedroom in her house at F-22 Chilmark Drive, East Falmouth, MA 02536, United States. A Sherlock is a marijuana pipe in the shape of a traditional tobacco pipe, like the one used by Sherlock Holmes. During Amber's conversation with John "Jake" Ridge, we were stoned and I occasionally would repeat different words and/or phrases that she had just said. The three of us were in her car, parked I think in front of the gates at the entrance to the Falmouth Old Burying Ground on the side of Mill Road. When I say my line "Gareth Wareth..." it's to the tune of the words "There is someone" from the song "Turn Around, Look at Me", written by Jerry Capehart and first released in a version by Glen Campbell. The version of the song by The Lettermen was the first version of it that I heard because that version was featured in the film Final Destination 3, which Amber and I watched together on DVD. However, in that movie the song was often cut to only include the first few lines, thus transforming it from a love song to the stalkers' creed. It was also used as a warning for death in the film. I pretty much forget who Gareth was or who he was friends with that we knew. The Eddie that Amber is referring to is the late Eddie Lopes. The part where I'm talking to Derek and I say that &qu
Lyrics
Reuben Walton: (Spoken introduction) 'Cause they don't know what reality did. Yo, there's a lot of muthafuckas up in here that don't really know reality. Well, I'm back up in this bitch. Reality, re--'bout show these muthafuckas what reality is, 'bout to INVALID bout to show these muthafuckas what reality is.
RW: Yeah, we back/diamonds pressed up against the wood grain, swishin' crack/smokin' crack like Holly Bourque/eatin' right, Holly Bourque and Holly Fork/eatin' a fork at night, eatin' a fork, swallow it, poop it right out, the particles'll come, he's comin' off the spork/the comin' off just got an abort-hole/run over like a hoe/run over coke and 'dro/coke and 'dro, coke and snow, 'till her whole brain fell out of her skull/like Eminem/feminine, so unfeminine she's a scabies and got cancer/wancer, prancin' around like Prance Prancer/Lance Prancer, Lance Bass? Lance Bass is gay but so am I, so am I/ cover it with rye, then sew it right/cover it with dye/dye my hair, dye my bear
Chorus: Diamonds pressin' up against the wood grain wheel, ay! (2x) Diamonds pressin' up, diamonds pressin' up, diamonds pressin' up against the wood grain wheel, ay!
RW: Hey, dirt. Sippin' on bub/sippin' on the bud/got so drunk off some orange juice and Rubinoff™/rub it off, rub it off like a paper soft/off of the state/coppin' the Cape/Cape, small, and we'll make, lemonade/Many men higher/don't know who the fuckin' man is, wait, wait, no, no, no, no, he kinda looks like Brian if he got a little higher/wait, not Brian Guest.
Chorus: Diamonds pressin' up against the wood grain wheel, ay! (2x) Diamonds pressin' up, diamonds pressin' up, diamonds pressin' up against the wood grain wheel, ay!
RW: Where the fake brats up to? To large, and no one came to rap on the track, and I'm doin' it all by myself like a muthafuckin' lion/ lyin' like Lil Jon and lyin' to the cops lyin' in the morning, lyin' like Ryan/good, lookin' like a dyke ridin' a bike at night/a total fool at night, on a cold winter night in a fight/. Get in a fight on a bike at the same time/, 'cause I still can drive, still can drive/, like a jigga at night, why I can tell you where what, so many rhymes/so many dimes, so many crimes/so many, so many crimes and misdemeanors/so many crimes and missed the heaters/Fix the heaters?/Fuck the heaters, man, I'll stay cold
Chorus: Diamonds pressin' up against the wood grain wheel, ay! (2x) Diamonds pressin' up, diamonds pressin' up, diamonds pressin' up against the wood grain wheel, ay!
RW: Man I'm just smackin' my lips/smackin' my hips/smackin' my dick/smack my rips, even though I ain't got none/got blunt, wait, I really don't feel comfortable talkin' in that muthafuckin' voice at night/look at night, mad height, feenin' over the flyest kite,/ flyer the bite, fly it in the right row right, right?/Right? Right?/got all the questions right on the test/That's right I'm the best/write in the rest/right door is the spinnik at night, fuckin' why I can fly a kite/obsessed with Hanson.
Amber Scanlan:...And bongs, and, um, and, oh, what the hell, sherlocks, and--
(Phone rings)
RW: Hello?
Jennifer Egloff: Reuben, are you at the house, or are you gone?
RW: No. What house?
JE: What, you got picked up by Amber?
RW: Oh, yeah, yeah, no, I got picked up by Amber, I'll be back like late.
JE: Oh, okay, I just didn't know when you got picked up, 'cause I'm not home now. So I'll see you in a little bit.
RW: Okay bye.
JE: Bye.
AS: And then, and then, no, what happened was, alright whatever, it was with Gareth.
RW: Gareth Wareth...
AS: I can't believe she did that, like, who the fuck does that? And then, oh! And then, guess what? And then, she, um, Eddie had his dick out, in front of Me and Gabe. And, what?
RW: I'm recording.
John "Jake" Ridge: What?
AS: Cool, good for you. Did you just-- Oh my god. You are fuckin'... I am not repacking the bowl 'cause you did that.
J"J"R: I know.
AS: Alright.
J"J"R: It's cool.
AS: I thought you blew it