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Solid SL track Featuring "T@X!" On The Mic, Right Engle On The Beat, And DJ Shameless On The Cuts.
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SL is more than your cookie cutter Hip Hop act. They consistently bring heat that's battle-oriented, positive, introspective, and smart with a creative vision
Stubborn Lights is a Bay Area Hip Hop group that is ready to explode on the scene with the most refreshing Hip Hop to grace the spot in years. "T@X!" (simply stated as Tax) is the emcee of the crew who struts brash, informative, coastally ambiguous flavor over rugged, neck snapping beats produced by the crew’s man behind the music, Right Engle. Heavily influenced by John Coltrane and other Jazz greats, Right’s beats seem to stem from a place where razor wire and sunbeams coexist in harmony, making each track a definitely unique experience. Backed by the Bay Area’s own DJ Shameless of KZSU fame, Stubborn Lights truly refuse to not shine. With original, introspective, and pensive tracks, they are sure to leave you open and asking for more. Not your cookie cutter Hip Hop crew, SL is not afraid to take a holistic approach to Hip Hop and invites their listeners wholeheartedly into their world where Hip Hop pays homage to all it’s influences all the time. With songs like "Fiction," (featuring Bay Area poetess Akweta Colbert) an almost literal audible breath of fresh air that forces the listener to exhale, and "Mr. Radio Man," a hard edged exposé of the stale, monopolized world of Corporate America's commercial radio, the Lights cover the full spectrum of what's missing in Hip Hop today.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #3,407
Peak in subgenre #489
Author
Stubborn Lights
Rights
Stubborn Lights Media 2003
Uploaded
May 13, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB 128 kbps 4:15
Story behind the song
"When Right Played Me This Beat For The First Time, My Neck Almost Snapped. It Was Just After Class, And I Couldn't Wait To Get On B.A.R.T. And Write To This. The End Product Is Simply Hard-Edged Lyrics Over Fire Beats. Then When My Man Shameless Got Involved? It Was Over!!" - "T@X!"
Lyrics
I pay no glory to the stories you kick They bore me to sh*t Derogatory gory and sick My allegory is rich - thick More than just basic More than just enough to leave most fans complacent Some fans turn my rymes into life statements The truest testament for those who rock basements F*ck Bland!! I got the cayenne Never wonder were the taste went The merchant of fine flint amazement With accurate pin point print No room for spacin My click’s gente, pinays, blacks, and asians "T@x1" fell from the sky blazin Scientists named him Microfonatus Impaciens Common name The Impatient With recipes for words ancient Pure as times when mayans Mapped the sky with amazin - precision My visions infinitesimal and beyond Nobody passed it so the Lights snatched the baton The sh*t we on’s treat each song like a new dawn The possibilities are limitless so be strong We on nightlong refusing to die poems Moving like cyclones Deeper than limestone Stand in our way and get a broken thigh bone I’m the type whose mind is razor wire Even coolin to Milestone Aesthetically alpine Phonetically fine The missing link bewtween the secular and Divine I heard effort is the greatest gift I’m givin you mine All of the time Committed to the polish and shine Stubborn Lights trail blaze Never follow behind I’m a brain filler not a killer hollowin minds It’s Quality time Like energy thats lacking from Dad’s Quality rymes Like energy that's lackin for fans A Quality crime Is what y’all commit and it’s sad I rip mics universally ignoring the fads... SHAMELESS CUTZ: “I RIP ANY MIC YOU HAND ME” There's butane in my veins When I bust it flames My salivary glands vary plans - like hard rain Aint no picnic when I spit sh*t with stiff lips Emceez thats thick still get split like Biscuits My click's sick About to be the stars that you like So sick you would swear I had SARS on the mic The marvelous sight I bring Has you doubtin I’m a human being More than flesh and bones It has to be a dream Native Americans built things To honor me before I came Stone carvings and obisidian birds with wings Stood around the fire singin my name Saw my face in a snake bite Speech in a flame Peyote trance Earth sent her son in a storm A fighter was born The night the sky’s cradle was torn I sang chants and raindanced Looked to the sky in a warrior stance So truth poured My thoughts changed the paradigm Of what it meant to be an MC Representin your constituency! Cuz like 90% of men are not made 90% of real people can’t afford an Escalade 90% of people I know don’t stay bent And 90% can’t relate to the other ten We send pure zen Cerebral Epinephrine Bring you back from the dead state of mind - You been in The spokesmen’s in The mic's friend Five fingers on my hand My brain my pen The fly seven Been a fiend to rock Since Rakim Now I rock any spot to knock the box in These hot men Known as Stubborn Lights Only drop gems And thought cleanse Like we were wipin the lense The motivational factor For this rapture Is not skins I’m wanna rip mics till my life ends...HA!!
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