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A young nigga with a dollar and a dream
And these Nikes on my feet, tryna stay up out the streets
So I’m rhyming pulling 187s all on these beats
Stead of on the concrete
Cemeting my future while they were focused on what they chief
But shit, I’m like a chief, head honcho
Tell me that it’s impossible I’ll get it to you pronto
Been workin’ all these late nights and these early mornings like Alonzo
So one day they’ll be callin’ me great, just call me Gonzo
But, I’m never actin’ nor is anybody pulling strings
Everything I have came from sacrificing everything
I traded workin’ 9 to 5 for the minimum
For workin non-stop so my life be like a cinema screen
But in the end I wouldn’t have it any other way
Got on my knees and for this rap to work is what I prayed
And now it’s happening, crunchin’ numbers like captain
A serial (cereal) killer compelling listeners with this passion for words
Never actin, my verbs were truly fashioned to serve
Not only masses but curbs, not just the hood, but the burbs
Know you hear it everytime I grace the mic, then I give it to God
Feeling blinded by the lights, and it’s on!

Hook:

Let me see you put ’em up
Reach the sky, touch the stars up above
Cause it’s, one time for the underdog
One time for the underdog

You got the world on your team
Even if that ain’t what it seems
It’s one time for the underdog
One time for the underdog

A 20 year old dreamin’ of whippin’ Monte Carlo’s
And gold jewlery lookin’ like I cam from El Dorado
Pick up the pen and pad, stead of spittin gin and vag
I’m paintin’ pictures with my words, just call me young picasso
These haters only gas me up and then I mash the throttle
Binge drinkers think its safe to say should drop the bottle
Cause what I’m spittin’ is proof, and truth is hard to swallow
When rappers losin’ they heads, that’s word to sleepy hollow
Nowadays they tryna flex, Johnny Bravo
And I’ll be Rocky in the second fight against Apollo
Underdog, but you see, I won the war
Askin me if I can spit is askin’ me to raise the bar
I been in this place before, matter fact most of my life
They told me I would fail, die before I prove ’em right
Pennin’ verses on my lunch bag, now I’m doin shows
Lady luck blew me a kiss, now I’m a prince, never a toad
Bet your bottom, I’m the greatest, that’s on everything I own
And though it isn’t much, I want the world like Al Capone
I’m coming for the glory, this a sermon to the masses
The kid you shitted on is telling you to wipe his ass

« Come on Baby » est le premier single officiel du premier album de Saigon, intitulé The Greatest Story Never Told :

Dans cette chanson, on retrouve Swizz Beatz et un couplet de Jay-Z dans la version remix. Un sample de la chanson « Southside Shuffle » du groupe The J. Geils Band’s est abondamment utilisée.

Paroles

Just Blaze, hey, hands up

Swizzy, hey, hands up
1, 2, 3, here we go!

Microphone check one two what is this?
The Yardfather coming to give niggas the business
It’s so beyond rap, cock sucker we live this
So uhm, come on baby, come on, come on and witness
The next ten years of this shit, the slickness is deliberate
Lyrically it’s as sick as it get
I been in the pen, been in the jects, been in the??
I been in the Benz, been in the Lex, been in the MSX
Yes, I run ringers around the fraudulant type
Come here and I’ll show you that I spit on just more then a mic
I make it hard for niggas to breathe, please
These wicked emcees squeeze
Hammers like the Pampers used to squeeze, hit the DT
I Mike Tyson ya eye, put a permenant ring around it
Then go run in the booth and sing about it
Look, if I don’t hurt the nigga that play with my wealth
I’m like me on Entourage god, I’m playing myself, let’s go

Hold up, the pump will make you jump up
Put ya body in the tr-unk
(Don’t you baby, don’t you baby, don’t ya baby)
Keep goin now…
New York, and all the way to Cali
And the South’ll make ya j-ump
(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
Don’t touch the boy, yup
Hold up, the pump will make ya jump up
Put ya body in the tr-unk
(Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby)
I’ll whip ya ass from…
New York, and all the way to Cali
And the South’ll make ya jump

1, 2, 3, we gone!

Four finger, three finger, two finger, one finger
Hum dinger, gun slinger, that’s what I am
Trying to get some cash in my hand as fast as I can
So you should, come on baby, come on, come on and fuck wit ya man
I got this rap shit down to a science
Alotta niggas shit is aight but they ain’t fucking with Ryan
First there was some defiance, until I formed an alliance
With Justin, he plugged me in, now I’m as hot as a fucking iron
You lying, all the gunplay talk
Knowing behind closed doors you be practicing on ya runway walk
I been in the kill, been in the cap, been in the box and back
I been in the ville, tripping the gat, trimming a boxing match
And I still walk around this fucker with not a scratch
And thats way more then I can say for alot of cats
My name’s Saigon nigga
Break bread mufucka ‘fore I break ya fucking head lil sucka

Finally I’ve arrived, so we can say our goodbyes
To the ring tone rapper, that crap’ll never survive
Its the lyrics in hip-hop, they even the odds
We gotta, come on baby, come on, come on and keep it alive
I got a microphone jones, I’m in love with it
If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t even fuck with it
I been in the rocks, been in the grams
Been in the pots and pans, I been in demand
Been in the sense I dropped contraband, damn
Simon says, « Saigon slap the shit outta suckas »
« Slam his head on the cement and stomp it until he’s?? »
My son says your son scared of societies shit list
Sick as the second stage of siphylis and swift as the Savior’s scripture
I say after it’s all said and done
I’mma be way ahead of them, never see a better one
So look niglet, fall back a tid bit
Or get ya fucking wig split, this some big shit

Le riff pentatonique est repris ad nauseam mais ce morceau est vraiment entraînant. Un bon mix entre rock et rap old-school. Parfait pour les tâches répétitives – ou pour ranger le garage.

Aujourd’hui, j’ai envie de parler de BMX et de hip-hop australiens !

Simon O’Brien, rider BMX flatland

En guise d’introduction, je vous propose ce clip de l’australien Simon O’Brien, un rider BMX flatland (qui roule sur du plat) :

Simon O’Brien (né le 18 septembre 1979) est l’un des meilleurs flatlander australien du moment. Il a remporté la médaille d’or des American X Games ainsi que les Australia’s BMX Games deux années de suite. J’adore ce genre de figures.

Hilltop Hoods – The Nosebleed Section

En ce qui concerne la musique, The Nosebleed Section est une chanson de Hilltop Hoods, un groupe de hip-hop d’Adélaide constitué de MCs Suffa (Matt Lambert), Pressure (Daniel Smith), DJ Debris (Barry Francis).

Si vous tendez l’oreille, vous pourrez reconnaître deux samples : le premier sert au chorus et au rythme tout au long de la chanson, il s’agit de The People In The Front Row par Melanie Safka :

I looked around for faces I’d know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row, oh how…

…Put me here, and I’m all yours,
It’s not for the money and it’s not for the applause, no.

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