well...how do I say this.. KILL ITmusic has been with me my hole life.My dad was always playing music. Infact he got me started. I remember evey saturday and sunday morning I would always wake up to the sound of my dad playing the guitar. This made me who I am. THANKS DAD. I would have to say he is my insperation. I know that if he likes it, it must be good. So at an early age music was a part of my life. As I grew older and gained testostrone, an agry and distrought style of music was very apealing to my young and eager mind. So I will always have some metal influences.As for D'n' B, I have to give credit to my good frieand, basicy brother kyle reid. He introduced me to the love of my life. I started listening to D 'n' B religiosly and learned to recegnise paterns in it all, thanks to Tim Dick and a little bit of help fom.....well....Mary J. Once I saw the drum paterns and synth linse, I needed a program to eas my addiction. Thanks to Jaron Huff, this was possible...I got my first program and started right away. It toulk me long time to get it right, thatnk fully, Kyle Reid told of this sample called the AMEN BREAK, the best thing in the world, and my music shot off from there, and I didnt look back, and havnt looked back since! :) ------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------- XOXO the tag is MINE. and so is the sexy ass canvas!Feel the music. Son, we got you programmed like a beat. When I press snare, Yo, guard your grill. ‘Press kick, you move your feet. You can’t compete. I got my hydrants parked on every street. I’m federal Nigga. Son of Sun. Come close and feel the heat. I am the streets. The white lines only separate me from me. You hydroplane in false gods name and still crash into me: Sign and Tree; Mountainside; Guard Rail; Into The Sea. They thought they stole you from my arms then carried you to me. Here’s the key: DNA encoded in a beat. White rocks in a vial, Nigga, ain’t got nuthin’ on me. Bitch I’m free. Ask these editors at MTV. Far as they, know they’re publishing some new school poetry. Let it be. ‘Cause even that will do to turn the key. Doorways into other worlds. The Truth shall set you free. YOU are me, I am you, but also I’m he. She-pherd of a bastard flock that grazes in the streets. Feel the beat. Nod your head. Lean back, yo. Touch your feet. Let me see you pop that thang right there girl in your seat. Feel the heat. Count this page amongst your whitest sheets. Comfort in my every word. Slide under. Countless sheep.Hail Mary, Mother of God. Got the whole host of angels shuffling in my ipod. Niggas learned to raise their voices when I lowered my rod. Staff of Moses. Pharaoh knows it. Son, my word is my bond. Tune my heart with mind. Speak my nature: Divine. Callin' shit into existence back in '79 With the future in my pocket tightly gripped like a 9. Keep my finger on the trigger waiting for the right time. Ancient Niggas align! Path of Cosmic Design. Blood of kings ‘cause Saturn’s rings don’t need no diamonds to shine. Yes, the reason for the season, ornamented divine. Coded Language of the mystics with my fist in the sky.Keep your head up. We represent The Real, my Nigga. Dead up. Book of the Dead. History bled. This Nigga fed up. Led us to despair, some into prayer, and they won’t let up until they got us worshipping them false gods instead of The Realness. God of the streets. My Niggas feel this. We nod our heads and worship through beats. Go ahead and kneel. It’s the LOVE that makes the cipher complete. And it’d displayed through the way the bass line marries the beat.Hail Mary, Mother of God. Got the whole host of angels shuffling in my ipod. Niggas learned to raise their voices when I lowered my rod. Staff of Moses. Pharaoh knows it. Son, my word is my bond. Tune my heart with mind. Speak my nature: Divine. With the future in my pocket tightly gripped like a 9. Keep my finger on the trigger waiting for the right time. Ancient Niggas align! Path of Cosmic Design. Blood of kings ‘cause Saturn’s rings don’t need no diamonds to shine. Yes, the reason for the season, ornamented divine. Coded Language of the mystics with my fist in the sky.Keep your head up
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