“The Lyric” used to be a very popular feature here at UML. But with the onset of expansion, merchandising, and some other random Mogul Sh*t, it ended up being one of the features that fell to the wayside. The Blog and what we post on it is the heart and soul of our brand. It’s what connects the Mogul in us…to the Mogul in you. With that being said…let us welcome back The Lyric. Enjoy
I.B.Edubl
I was listening to this conversation
Noticing my daydream stimulated me more
I was crumbling with anticipation
You’d better send me home before I tumble down to the floor
You’re so beatiful but oh so boring
I’m wondering what I’m doing here
So beatiful but oh so boring, I’m wondering
If anyone out there really cares
About the curlers in your hair
My little golden baby, where have all your birds flown now ?
Something’s glistening in my imagination
Motorvatin’ something close to breaking the law
Wait a mo’ before you take me down to the station
I’ve never known a one who’d make me suicidal before
She was so beatiful but oh so boring
I’m wondering what I’m doing here
So beautiful but oh so boring, I’m wondering
If anyone out there really cares
About the curlers in your hair
My little golden baby, where have all your birds flown now ?
How much lamer can this conversation get? I mean if her conversation was half as her looks, she would be the human equivalent of encyclopedias. Full of so much information. But instead I’m sitting here listening to what sounds like a walrus dying. Would rather someone pull my skin off my body with a pair of tweezers. You say it can’t be that bad can it? Why yes it can Moguls, yes it can.
See from a distance she looked like the Prototype, the one that 3 Stacks sung about. The lady I planned on laying in her hair with. A beautiful sumthin’ sumthin. You know the one. But instead I fooled around and snagged a vain one. So vain that she probably will think this post is about her. Poor, poor lady. Who would have thunk such a thing?
I wonder can her bird at least sing?
It’s funny how I have close to 200 gb’s of music, but I always seem to listen to the same songs. Either the hot “new” album that gets play for a week or two. Or the staples in my collection that I always fall back on to get my mind right. Well on my way home from the gig my iPod pulled up Blu & Exile’s In Remembrance of Me, and I damn near went there Moguls. Shit got real!
Not sure whether it was the prose or the soundscape, but I was instantly transported to days of long gone. First I went through the feelings of what was going on when I first heard the song back in ’07, but then getting trapped in the lyrics I began to think of high-school sweethearts and friends of yesterday that are long removed from my life for various reasons. Faces that show like fading dreams.
I know right.
The first verse is dedicated to just the average teenage life of a young man filled with dreams and aspirations, but before he knows it he is hit with the responsibility of raising a son. A daunting task I can imagine, but couple that with the fact that you still have growing and learning to attain yourself. The irony of it all. However, the first verse also tackles the fact that to survive for so many young men they may have to resort to things that they know aren’t right, but hey they have to make those ends meet. Blu also weaves in tales of how he thought he knew it all, fuck what his parents were talking about. Rap and basketball was all he needs. That’s it. Does any of this sound familiar to any of you?
The whole song is presented to you as if he was flipping through a yearbook and as pictures popped up, he spoke of the memories attached to them. Puppy love, virginity lost, hoop dreams, losing loved ones and everything else is touched upon, leaving no stone unturned Blu takes you there.
The power of music, I can dig it.
In Remembrance Of Me
It seems like yesterday we was chasing an ice cream truck
Now we hoping that our ice bling plush
Which is kinda crazy right
One minute youre a baby and the next
your sexin without protection
and now your holdin a baby like
damn I was just in your shoes
now your the pop thats adjustin they shoes
teach them to walk straight
cause honestly they got a long way to go
and what you tell ‘em now is all that they know
see I remember when My folks said you’ll know what I mean…
when you get older, I was only a teen
thinking that I was a grown up…PLEASE, I had so much to see
thinking the little that I saw was all the world had to offer to me
at 18 I had it of in the streets without guidance
just the eyes of god watching over me it’s time
I spent hours working 9 to 5s to survive
me and jack up in the shack started hustling sacks
just to eat chips and soda
thinking we finna blow up, once this demo gets done
we gon be streched out riched riding limos and such
boy I ws just a dreamer
rocking shows like we went gold you shoulda seen us
we was full of youth, not yet abused by time
its like I saw the whole world through my rhymes…
its kinda crazy right*How tiiiiime fliiiies*
Chrous – ***The Following is scratched***
[twenty-two years ago to keep it on track] – CL Smooth Sample (T.R.O.Y.)
[no time....time...time...time....time for looking back] – Nas Sample (One Love)
[twenty-two years ago to keep it on track] – Cl Smooth Sample (T.R.O.Y)
[Fuck it black...no time....time...time...time....time for looking back] – Nas Sample (One Love)
[But only you saw what took too many time to see] CL Smooth Sample (T.R.O.Y.)*Blu talking in the background*
[Verse 2]
This reminds me of JR.High, when U and I first met
96 was a year that I could never forget
Sunset summer school dance kisses chicken heads
Spreadin rumors blus cheatin on Shameka with anika
We was bad ditchin class,
grass had us all gassed
I never smoked, played ball thought it would make me choke
by the way we lost the championship game by one
Slow fuckin hit a 3 at the buzzer
My heart sunk I started crying, I was tryna be a pro baller
My 1st fuck was that year and still I don’t call her
my own father brought me to her house that weekend
he was cheating so I lost my big V while he was beatin…
in the other room, not yet abused by time,
I saw the whole world through that girls eyes
its kinda crazy though*How Tiiiiime fliiiies*
[Verse 3]
How it flies….
my grandpa died the same year
my mom thought that I was too young to make this song
because I’m only 22, but John Barnes has a long path behind him
I’m walkin in the shoes of a giant
And I was a fan of Jordan way before I knew Bryant
Lost my great grey suit but I was through crying
so I hear tears behind my suit and tie and…
now you can find it through my rhyming
cause my timing has come
and you gon know my whole story by the time I get done
rising like the shining sun
reminding you how we came
we rich now but used to be slaves
we pushing whips now we used to be whipped
rockin chains when we used to be in ‘em
still complaining that we victims of the system
shit is twisted but shit…
we came a long ass way
yet it just feels like one long day
shit amazes me….
For when you find yourself talking to a spirit…
A young cat named Proverb The Poet spits his jewel on what matters most in life…
We all have moments when inspiration is needed,
when our motivation falters, and our shadows seem to overwhelm our guiding light.
Our vision becomes cloudy,
and we use our already soggy sleeve to wipe away what will lead to tears.
The breath we try to take smells foul and polluted,
and pressing forward seems halted by heavy feet.
We search our hearts and minds for the truth to set us free….
but none of our truths seem to apply ;
at least not to this moment.
The undaunting spirit is daunted;
your favorite sword seems heavy, yet the enemy still approaches.
And you wonder, what will stir your spirit;
what will give you strength?
-Author Known
Enjoy,
I.B.Edubl
Tupac’s death struck me hard. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was that youngster who was hip to Pac before long before “Thug Life” became his focus. I remember harrasin’ the staff at the local record store….just wonderin’ when the first single was gonna hit the shelf so that I could follow right behind it. When “Trapped” did finally drop in 1991, I got one of the first singles fresh outta the box…a cassette no doubt. I knew the brother had a lot to say. In fact, I was waitin’ on him to tell the world what I had been thinkin’…..cuz I knew he understood; and I wanted to hear it raw and uncut. Tupac’s voice boomed as he spoke about the trials of black people. For those of you that don’t remember…that’s how he came to us. He mentioned not a word about the west coast, other rappers, money, jewelry or any of that other lame ass shit cats have reduced Hip-Hop to. His frustration and anger stemmed from the condition of black people in America.
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Lyrical phenom…..
Enjoy,
I.B. Edubl
What a day for the inaugural “Lyric” feature. On a day where we celebrate the life of a man who spoke so eloquently in defense of justice. Whose own lyrics have shaped the minds and fabric of America. I invite all that command the gift of verse to read, and share. Continue reading
