That song got me into Killer Mike. R.A.P. Music is one of my favourite albums. âAnywhere But Hereâ and âUntitledâ have got such serious bass that they make me want to install a massive fucking subwoofer in my car and see how high I can bunny hop on the M6.
Itâs a brilliant album, innit? I donât always agree with him but he gives you a bit to chew over; a thoughtful opinion. And then he gives you Run The Jewels, which is some of the best party music.
Heâs a dude. Saw RTJ at Glastonbury this year. KM told the crowd to go wild, but specifically told the blokes that if they tried to use this to touch up the ladies, heâd be after them. It was perfect.
As to the qualities of that album, it avoids most of the tropes associated with the genre. Itâs an album of short stories, basically. from the hilarious JoJoâs Chillinâ to the historical Reagan to the disappointment of having Atlantaâs officials, a majority black constitution in a majority black US city, still manages to preside over a city in which black people are disproportionately killed in âAnywhere But Hereâ.
You shared this on Twitter and Killer Mike liked it. I feel all funny inside.
All the lies that you make up? What atâs the back of your mind?
Oh you face your I can see and itâs desperately kind. whatâs at the back of your mind?
Two Icy cold hands conducting the way, itâs the Eskimo blood in my veins.
This way that way, this way that they, god how sex implores you
Wrong lyrics
Best lyrical song
Every so often a song really captures the mood or says everything I want to say. This does it for me right now - not great lyrics just simple, angry, apposite.
âStop asking musicians what they thinkâ
He said softly as he poured himself a second drink
And outside, the world slipped over the brink
We all thought we had nothing to lose
That we could trust in crossed fingers and horseshoes
That everything would work out, no matter what we choose
The first time it was a tragedy
The second time is a farce
Outside itâs 1933 so Iâm hitting the bar
But I donât know whatâs going on anymore
The world outside is burning with a brand new light
But it isnât one that makes me feel warm
Donât go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donât go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
If I was of the greatest generation Iâd be pissed
Surveying the world that I built slipping back into this
Iâd be screaming at my grandkids: âWe already did thisâ
Be suspicious of simple answers
That shitâs for fascists and maybe teenagers
You canât fix the world if all you have is a hammer
The first time it was a tragedy
The second time is a farce
Outside itâs 1933 so Iâm hitting the bar
But I donât know whatâs going on anymore
The world outside is burning with a brand new light
But it isnât one that makes me feel warm
Donât go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donât go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
For the dawn
Arenât you ashamed of this?
I surely hope that you are
We live in a society thatâs maybe heading for Mars
But down here we still have a shower of bastards leading the charge
Outside itâs 1933 so Iâm hitting the bar
But I donât know whatâs going on anymore
The world outside is burning with a brand new light
But it isnât one that makes me feel warm
Donât go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donât go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donât go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
Donât go mistaking your house burning down for the dawn
[spoiler]Frank Turner, 1933.
Yep good ladâŠon a more optimistic noteâŠ
Historyâs been leaning on me lately
I can feel the future breathing down my neck
And all the things I thought were true
When I was young, and you were too
Turned out to be broken
And I donât know what comes next
In a world that has decided
That itâs going to lose its mind
Be more kind, my friends, try to be more kind
Theyâve started raising walls around the world now
Like hackles raised upon a cornered cat
On the borders, in our heads
Between things that can and canât be said
Weâve stopped talking to each other
And thereâs something wrong with that
So before you go out searching
Donât decide what you will find
Be more kind, my friends, try to be more kind
You should know youâre not alone
And trouble comes, and trouble goes
How this ends, no one knows
So holdâŠ
I like the sentiment here, but something about it feels odd coming from the guy that argued the BNP were âHard-Leftâ.
Probably just me being petty like.
In my experience, hard left and hard right meet in the middleâŠboth totalitarian bigots.
Only going forward cannot find reverse.
The firm circa 198ish
You say you are a holy man, but what is it you do
From where I stand is nothing but a hollow man I see
Let me not be too consumed with this world
Sometimes I want to go home
And stay out of sight for a long time
Tell everybody
Waitinâ for Superman
That they should try to
Hold on
Best they can
He hasnât dropped them
Forgot them
Or anything
Itâs just too heavy for Superman to lift
Sensurround sound in a two inch wall
Well I was waiting for the communist call
I didnât ask for sunshine and I got world war three
Iâm looking over the wall and theyâre looking at me
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men
There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone
Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall you fall alone
If you should stand then whoâs to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home