Pakliže následujících 154 vteřin nezaujme ani jednoho z vás, autor tohoto intra bude zaskočen.
„The Rebirth“ je totiž jednou z nejočekávanějších novinek právě vycházející nahrávky „The Sharecropper’s Daughter“ od Sa-Roc.
Důvody jsou dva a nemusíme pro ně chodit příliš daleko – jednak je autorem beatu další Rhymesayers jezdec Evidence a jednak přispěl svou slokou ještě před svým loňským skonem oblíbený interpret tvého oblíbeného rappera MF DOOM, který by oslavil letos v létě jubilejní padesátku.
Kredit dává songu i skutečnost, že si DOOM velmi pečlivě vybíral, s kým spojit své jméno a koho naopak odmítat a také proto na nás svého času nekoukal z každé druhé desky jako jiní.
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Sa-Roc:
If I could be candid, sometimes I’m insecure. My bad. There’s more on my agenda than securing my bag. Y’all say y’all love the real, but watch pretend in Hi-Res. Different rappers, same regurgitated interests- I gag. I’m the future, call me Isaac Asimov, rap Octavia. Penning parables of prose, I might be hip-hop’s Savior. Took a pint of blood and tears to learn to love my shape and I’m not trying to modify a damn feature but my behavior. From the cradle of the civilized to a grave situation. Where a flag more privileged than the enslaved of its nation.I made demos, I rock stages, now Roc stage demonstrations. With these semi-automatic multisyllabic quotations. I’m a far cry from my homestead, I’m a Starseed. Caught a love bug for these prayers, like I’m Starski. Now I’m with a crew of Rhyme slayers making bars bleed. Rivals trying to catch up but they can’t match my brain or car speed. Since the clouds departed, I just speak from my carotid. Pain a distant memory, the image sepia-ed and shrouded. That’s from years of light work that made this medium cathartic. Ride these BPM’s like choppers till my grief became melodic. Turned a negative to positive with these musical deposits. So y’all can gather my accounts and make a suitable composite. Of the person I aspire to be, peaceful and unbothered. With all my doubts and fears 6 feet deep and sleeping under sawdust.
MF DOOM:
Exist out of the box with the elements and gases. While placing emphasis on intelligence and brashness. Devil run amuck, while society is cashless. Alter the prescription on the frames of their glasses. Quick as a quitter will fold, some of what glitters is gold. Same story is old, getting left in the blistering cold. Broken souls get remold with little arbitration. Fortune favors the bold as does incarceration. The art of manifestation mastered by ancient civilizations, lies deep within the mind’s refrigeration. A shift of the eye is ample indication to re-release a mudslide of latent inspiration. The butler did it-end of conversation. In this Information Age, you don’t know nathan but hating. From the beginning, in it to win it and still he spitting. This fully written isn’t a product of bullshitting.
