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RACEY

Ra’Sheedah Aq’ueelah: Pacific Coast Phenom

About Me


*******I AM THAT I AM*******I AM THAT I AM, EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE, AND ALL OFF IN THIS PIECE, I'M IN THE BARBERSHOPS & HAIRSALONS, WHILE YOU'RE GETTING WAVED, GLUED & GREASED, I'M OVER HERE, IT'S OVER THERE, ALL OFF IN THIS BOOTH, ALL ON THIS BROTHER'S BEATS. FASHO FLOW, NO NOSHOWS. ON TIME ALL THE TIME, WITH LINE AFTER LINE. FRESH OFF THE CUFFS & TEFLON TOUGH. STRAIGHT OUT THE TRUNK, WITH A HIP-HOP POETIC FUNK. DO'S IT MOVING AND NO LONGER IN THESE SAME OLE STREETS. BAREWITNESS, GIVING KATS THE BUSINESS!!!! OH SO VICIOUS WHEN NEED BE, A COMPLEX & RARE BREED, INDEED!OCCASSIONALLY I'M IN THE INSULATION & VENTILATION OF THE WALLS. I ECHO THROUGH INFINITY, EONS AND HALLS, I'M IN THEM KICKS ON YA FEET, ACCEPT I WALKS ON WATER WHERE I BE. VALLEY HI B! FLIP A PEBBLE AND I AM THERE. THROUGH AGES & PAGES YA CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE ME. MY NAME RIGHTEOUS ONE WHO REASONS. THE TIGHTEST MOTHER EARTH I'M LIKE SIGHTS & SEASONS YA SEE. I AM THAT I AM BUT YA'LL CAN'T REALLY FATHOM ME. I'M IN BAGPIPES & WIND INSTRUMENTS. I'M IN THEM FIDDLES & FLUTES. I'M IN IN WAV, MIDI & MP3. I'M IN THE WINANS & MAHALA I'LL TELL YA. I'M IN CAKEWALK, PROTOOLS & FRUTTILOOPS. I'M IN THE BLUES OF LADYDAY & RUTH BROWN. I'M IN HYMNS, GOSPELS & ROOTS. I'M IN THE DJ'S TURNTABLES & IN ATRAK TAPES. I'M IN THE REALNESS FEEL THIS, OF NEOSOUL. IN AMEL LARRIEUX, FLOETRY & GOAPELE. I'M IN THE SWEETEST OF BABIES & IN THE COLDEST OF SNAKES. SO VERSITILE THAT I CHANGE BOTH SIZES & SHAPES. ALL ACROSS THE BOARD JUST AS LADYLIKE AS I PLEASE. FROM PLACE TO PLACE. THE QUEEN AND OH YES I SKATES! I'M IN BREAKDOWNS & HOOKS. THROUGH SURAH'S, VERSES & BOOKS. BOTH THE YING & THE YANG. A TWO-EDGED SWORD, BOTH PLEASURE & PAIN. SUNSHINE & RAIN. 360 DEGREES BOTH REVELATIONS & GENESIS. GET WITH THIS I'M LIKE OVER & OVER A GAIN. UNDERSTAND & OVERSTAND!!! MAN...I'M IN THE STORIES OF COUNTRY & FOLK. I WHISTLE BLISTFUL THROUGH MUSICAL NOTES. SOME COMMUNE WITH ME WHEN THEY TOKE. I AM THAT I AM. I NEED NO VOTES. NEVER CHOKE WHEN I SPEAK ITS NEVER SPOKEN WORDS! I'M IN GANGSTA'S, PREPS & NERDS. IN HOOKERS, TRICKS & PIMPS. I RULE WITH A HEAVY HAND & IRON ROD AND STRUT WITH A COLD LIMP. I'M THE KOOL IN THE GANG & THE GAP IN THE BAND. I'M IN THE BONGOS OF THE MOTHERLAND. IN THE UK & JAPAN. I DWELL THROUGH FAREAST DESERT SANDS. I'M IN HARMONICAS DOWNTOWN. I'M HUMMING A GROVVY TUNE. I'M IN THE SLUMS & GHETTOS OF THE AMERICAS. I'M IN IPODS, DISCMANS & ITUNES. I BOOM!!!THROUGH SUBURB DOORS OF YA PRE-TEENS ROOM. ON NOTEBOOKS & DESKTOPS. I ROCKS & ROLLS THROUGH THE VIENS OF U-2 & JIMI HENDRIX. ALL DAYS ALWAYS GIVING KATS THE BUSINESS. ON RHAPSODY, MYSPACE & IMEEM. YADIDADIMEAN!!! IN THE HYPHY GHOST OF JOHNNY CASH & MAC FURL. THROUGH BABY KAMALL, BRITTANYA & BRIZCHELLE. IN YA CELLPHONES I'M IN YA RINGTONES. IN JAZZ I AD LIB & SKAT KAT. IN R&B I'M THE AHHHS & OOHHHS. I'M THE COCOON IN THE WOMB THAT CULTIVATES THE ARTIST IN THE BIGGIE'S&TUPAC'S. I AM THAT I AM.. THE SPIRIT OF HIP-HOP!
My Father Shareef Rashid Muwwakkil named me in his honor. I was born Ra Sheedah Aq'ueelah which means:RIGHTEOUS & INTELLIGENT, WISE ONE WHO REASONS!!! What a meaning huh?? I INTEND TO LIVE UP TO THAT at the same time I fully intend TO MAKE HISTORY BEFORE I GO!!!:) SOME OF THE FOLKS I KNOW & GREW UP WITH CALL ME (RACEY). I WAS BORN IN SOUTHEAST DC. & REARED IN THE GHETTOS OF THE WESTCOAST. FROM THE PROJECTS IN LA. (PEACE TO SISTER CLARA MUHAMMAD SCHOOL).2 ALL OVER OAKLAND & BERKELEY (SALAAM TO MY MUSLIM BAKERY FAM) & THEN 2 SOUTH SACRAMENTO IN 1987. VALLEY HI, MEADOWVIEW, FREEPORT & G-PRKWY. I WAS BROUGHT UP BY THE SYSTEM, A WARD OF THE STATE OF THE BEAR. I WRITE BECAUSE I LIVE. IT'S IN MY BLOOD, AN EXPRESSION OF LIFE. AN OUTLET I UTILIZE. SO I GIVE IT JUST LIKE IT'S GIVEN TO ME. RAW & UNCUT. MY MUSIC IS POETIC IN NATURE. I GOT MY FEET WET IN THE LOCAL UNDERGROUND POETRY SLAMS . ALSO BY LIFE EXPERIENCES. AS FAR AS THE HIP-HOP CIRCUT IS CONCERNED, A TRK. ON YOUNG MEEK'S "SOUTH AREA'S MOST" ALBUM, CALLED "BROKE ASS BITC***" WHICH WAS PRODUCED BY VALLEJO'S OWN STUDIO-TONE, IS WHAT INITIALLY STARTED ME RECORDING. THE IDEA WAS INSPIRED BY MY LITTLE BROTHER HAMAZAH AL-HAQQ BIN SHAREEF AKA O'SO SAVVY. THE TRACK "BLEW OUT" WAS A SPARE OF THE MOMENT RAP, MY VERSE ON THE CUT "TELL ME WHY" WAS A POEM I PUT TOGETHER WITH MY BROTHER WHEN WE WAS ON SOME REVOLUTIONARY TYPE SH*T & "FAHRENHEIT" IS AN OLE SCHOOL COLLABO FROM WHEN I WAS YOUNGER. THAT I DID JUST OFF MY HEAD MESSING AROUND ONE DAY. IF YOU'D LIKE A SAMPLE HIT ONE OF THE TRACKS ON THE PLAYER ABOVE AND HAVE A LISTEN. ANYHOW, I HAVE BEEN INSPIRED BY WHAT I LISTEN TO. WHICH IS A WIDE VARIETY OF ARTISTS & GENRE'S. HEY NOW! THANKS FOR STOPPING BY. AND SLIDE ON BY AGAIN NOW YA HEAR!!! SALAAM RA'SHEEDAH AQ'UEELAH!
MY DAUGHTER Q'UE-Q'UE LEE & MY LIL COUSIN LIL. DANTE' PERKINS *aka* SLICK*BATTING EYELASHES & GLOSSING LIPS*WE HIT EM WIT.....BASE rocks, BEAM noks, FIENDS flock, SAK IT UP AND SPIT IT???NAW WE hocks!!! AND locks DOWN blocks, WHEN WE kops, WE clocks, 24HR. HOT spots, SQUATTING OFF WIT PLEASE... knots, GETTING WATCHED BY suckas, snitches, & THESE SUPPOSED "hotshots", WE RUN THEY POCKETS, DRAWS & SOCKS!!! OH YES WE plots, on what they GOTS, so best drop it like it's HOT, or get tips put to they TOPS!!! Think NOT???All for the little babies Allah GAVE ME. Can't FADE ME, MISS. RACEY Can't STOP!!!!Can't QUIT. CONCENTRATION, focused of my OCCUPATION, and times a WASTING, put a halt to the PROCRASTINATION, in the LAB pen & PAD, some major SLAP???PAPER CHASING, 3rd eye centered on this VOCATION, DESTINATION, OPERATION, SUPA-DUPA HYPHER, LIKE HER?? Romp the NATION, shake the HATIONS, & have ya'll bang my shit in full ROTATION!!! On the GAS, when I SMASH, spits SAV, acts BAD, run right thru ya'lls ASS, full THROTTLE, when I verbally SCOBBLE, I WEEBLE, WOOBLE, but I don't fall DOWN, giving it up for SAC-TOWN, where we "LIVING IN THE STRANGE" but won't BACK DOWN, catch MY DRIFT? Struts my shit like it don't stank clowns catch MY WIFF, when I spark MY SPLIFF! Ignite lighters FLICK, with bomb contact on first SNIFF. Bangel bracletts & ankletts that BLING like gold fronts on BIG GIPP. OR LIL. FLIPS. TRIP, ALL UP & THRU YA BYWAYS & HIGHWAYS FLOSSING MY HIPS, BATTING MY EYELASHES & GLOSSING MY LIPS!!!!
LAILAH & JAMIL BARRON
LAILAH & LIL. MR. BARRON

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Member Since: 10/30/2006
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Influences: My Sister "Bahiyyah"

HAMAZAH AL-HAQQ BIN SHAREEF *aka* OSO SAVVY"IT'S COLD OUT HERE part I" Everything I endorsed to help take me DOWN, starts wit parents that can't keep they VOWS, turn your young life all AROUND, experienced my 1st sadness, chain reaction FROWNS, but I'm all GROWN NOW, all on my OWN NOW, humble enough that I never really believed I had one but it seems that they're after my THRONE WOW!!!Musta figured wit all that SICKNESS, I BAREWITNESSED, wit the QUICKNESS, I would vacate my PREMISES. REDICULOUS, I'm in this BITCH!!! 2 win this SHIT, RELENTLESSNESS!!! No giving up CLOWNS. Holding my GROUNDS pretend to be FAM & FRIENDS but I see NOW, that they after my CROWN, and trying to capture the minds & souls of my young CHILD, so I'm taking these young PUNKS OUT....Thru Lyrics & SOUNDS, slappers & POUNDS, labs, arenas & shows, from city 2 TOWNS. Over they heads by leaps & BOUNDS, peep the package & jock the STYLE. A beast on this here STAGE, UNLEASHED, UNCAGED & acting WILD, in these sick Southside streets of SACRA, where SURVIVAL"S FOUL but yet & still SURVIVAL'S NOW!!!So HOW, can I move the CROUD like R-A-K-I-M????? Except I ain't HIM, It's RASHEEDAH AQ'UEELAH, nothing SWEETER, wit verbal BEATERS, HEATERS!!! and still the 18TH LETTER!!! In this West Coast WEATHER, where they LEATHER HEFFA'S, pack heavy WETTER's & bang FOREVER. It's cold out here RELLS so brang a SWEATER......"IT'S COLD OUT HERE part II"It's cold out here & ya'll did'nt bring no FLAME but Im armed with the Beef of the ANCIENTS, the deceased & the BLAMELESS, the Martyred & NAMELESS, the INK & the HEAT... I spit like a whip wit the CRACKS on the BACKS of the ENCAGED & ENSLAVED. Uprose wit a RAGE, on the MASTERS of DISASTER, from now until the HEREAFTER, rebellions CAME. I brang PAINS. Like LABOR, cut sharp like the tiger tooth of a SABER, like Jell-o to a RAZOR. Like the RAINS, minority blood DRAINS,in these summer & winter DAYS, so many SANE turned CRAZED. 3rd eye can't view thru this smoke filled HAZE, causing SPRAINS on the STRAINS of the generations that's schackled in these ghettos of GAME, incarcerated all the SAME, lasseled, lynched & in CHAINS. It's a cold SHAME, but it's this cold SOUTH SAC STRANGE, that's got a young black girl CHANGED, to the track meets of these STREETS, battleground radio & stage, wit the mic to my face, tight lacing these CLEATS, lashing out on these BEATS, aged many a long YEAR, warm heart done cried many a cold TEAR, it's added greys to my brown HEAD matured, mislead & misread, trials & tribulations came yet & still I'm surpassing these FEATS. I'm still standing, UNSCATHED & I WON"T BE UPSTAGED!!!!Revolutions RING not tripping off the pass, or what the future BRINGS, the present's the GIFTEST, it's right & even if it's wrong I still ripped THIS, raising SOLIDERS in a spiritual warfare & we's deep in these TRENCHES!

BAHIYYAH & JAMEELAH - TWO OF MY SISTA'S

"LAILAH AMEERAH" MY ELDEST SISTA
Sounds Like: *******THE BADDEST POET AROUND*******SEE IT IN THEIR EYES. I'M DESPISED BY SO-CALLED TUFF GUYS, BUT THEY DON'T REALIZE, HATE REALLY AINT A PROBLEM. SWEAT...BLOOD...OR TEARS. IT'S LOVE THAT'LL BE THE DEATH OF ME, ONE OF MY ONLY FEARS AND FOR YEARS, OF OLD I THOUGHT LOVE WAS SIGHTLESS, THAT'S WHAT WAS TAUGHT BEFORE ALL THIS TRIFE SHIT...TRACED IT BACK TO EARLY LIVING LIFELESS, TIME ONCE WASTED, NOW THAT SHIT IS PRICELESS, KNIFES SPLIT MY EPIDERMIS, SHIT'S HOT LIKE A FURNACE & FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH, MY HELL, I EARNED IT! BRIDGE BURNED IT! AND JUMPPED IT, ON SOME DONALD TRUMP SHIT! BUT YA'LL STILL ANTICIPATING THE FLOURISH OF THE TRUMPETS. YET YA'LL AINT LEARNED THIS. IN REVELATIONS IT WAS PROPHESIED, WHEN JIMMY HOFFA DIED, CRACK BABIES, TRIFE WIVES, LECHEROUS LADIES, MURDEROUS MEN, BLOOD-THIRSTY BOYS, DEPLOYED FROM DEATH AND HADES SAFETY IS IN PERIL, SICK DICKS BECOME STERILE. LYRICAL MASTERY IS AT RISK. 3RD WISH FOR A SYLLABLE. DASTARDLY BASTARDS BE SPIRITUAL BEGGING FOR MIRACLES. PURSUITS FOR CONQUEST BE SPHERICAL. CONTEST TO DETACH THE TIGHT FROM EXCELLENCE, NO REMATCH! PETULANCE OR REBELLION, HELLIONS ARE LEFT SPELLBOUND, THEY NEVER EVEN NOTICED THAT THEY FELLDOWN, THEY HEAVEN SENT... BUT THEY HELLBOUND...WELL NOW, IN MY RELM THE TRUMPETS THEY KNOCK & SLUMP, LOUD & PROUD, CAN YA'LL WALLOW IN THE SOUNDS OF THE DRUM POUNDS????THIS BE ONE OF THE PHATEST WRITERS AROUND.I'LL HAVE PREVIOUS VERCIFIERS, STOW AWAY, BLOW AWAY, & CUT TOWN. BROW RAISING BUT THIS COMES AS NO SURPRISE!!!I SEE IT. IN THEY ENVIOUS EYES, I HEAR IT IN THEY MALICIOUS, DEVIOUS,LIES. IN THEIR MEAN MUGGS, WOLF TICKETS, & MISCHIEVOUS PANTY BOY CRIES, IN THEIR PETTY ATTEMPTS TO HANG WIT THIS CHICK, NOW WATCH THE TOURMENT ON THEIR SPIRIT WITH EACH TRY, SEE ONE AFTER ANOTHER, DOWN FOR THE COUNT AS NEW CONTENDERS RELUCTENLY RISE, SEE THEM SAME KNOWNOTS THAT ENTER THE RING RECEIVING DAPP & HIGH FIVES, EXIT THE FESTIVITIES FAT LIPS, COCK SHY WITH PUNCTUALLY DOTTED EYE'S, AND MY SPIRIT HAS NO SCOPE FOR REVISION! EACH POETIC VEIN PUMPS OUT CUTS WIT PRECISION. LYRICALLY I'LL TAKE ON THEM ALL LIKE A HEAD ON COLLISION!!!NO NEED FOR BREAKS IN BETWEEN BOUTS, REFUSING ALL INTERMISSION. WHAT???? DID THEY SAY SOMETHING???? ZIP IT UP! PAY ATTENTION!LISTEN!!! FRANKLY PUT THESE KATS IS NO COMPETITION. BUT NOW THIS HERE IS MERELY FOR THE AMUSEMENT OF MY JINNS & ANGELS, IT WOULDN'T REALLY BE NO JIVE TALKIN, SHOULD I HONESTLY DECIDE TO TANGLE, I'D CLOSE IN MY WORDS AROUND YA MIND LIKE A CHOKEHOLD OR STRANGLE, AND STILL HERE I STAND REMAINING & MAINTAINING NONPARISHABLE LIKE YA GRANNY'S OLE ASS CAN OF SPAM SO IF YOU MISSED ANY OF THIS TWO MIDDLE FINGERS FROM THE RIGHT OF RECORD, BE REWOND, TWISTED ALL UP WITH THEM VERBS, ADJECTIVES, NOUNS. NO NEED FOR OVATIONS CAUSE ONCE THE DUST SETTLES AND FINALLY HITS THE GROUND, MOUTHS HANG OPEN LIKE WOWWW... SHE BE 1 OF THE BADDEST POETS AROUND!! Written By: David & Racey Lee
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Necessary Roughness

It's so Necessary So nonchalant. You haunt me, I need you to want me, It's so necessary.  See you put this quiet fire in me, inspire in me, desire in me, it's so necessary.  I need you undre...
Posted by RACEY on Wed, 07 May 2008 12:17:00 PST

Wudu

We Wudu to Badu, purified in honey & hue.  We Bismillah and shahadah one with the waters, daughters of the Most High Allah. Adorned with jeweled crowns and silken gowns, to the balls of our ...
Posted by RACEY on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 02:27:00 PST

THE SPIRIT OF HIP-HOP

  I AM THAT I AM, EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE, AND ALL OFF IN THIS PIECE, I'M IN THE BARBERSHOPS & HAIRSALONS, WHILE YOU'RE GETTING WAVED, GLUED & GREASED, I'M OVER HERE, IT'S OVER THERE, ALL...
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