Avelino ft. Dave - Cassius Clay
[On/Off, 23:17], checkin a link and get Shaka. How come, first of all that, hippin future, times and sounds. Hip-hop 'were' buskers in Manhattan. Don't argue anyone?, ’pur-leaze.’
Being in a rare public Sound System in '81, and only white man. To watching Latino, Black, White, and others. To where hip-hop was at?
Youth busking in Manhattan. Zero, handful of exceptions, radio plays. All the NY Clubs and post-punk world…
Not able to hear “W… B.. L. S”
In 1981 Hip-Hop, three or four dancers in Manhattan sunshine. Mid Town.
First set, first 'Uptown…,’ comes, 'Downtown'. In a 'downtown club'.
First two records?
'So what the B'Jeevus would I know?'
Well, that bit, because I read the essential Truthsccop/Plant a Seed compendium; Tim Lawrence's book, “Life and Death on the New York Dance Floor: 1980-1983".
Third, could have been a Treacherous Three 12"? (Playing to the non-existent crowd). Given to me by a tall, fellow mutant-groove and NY Radio traveller called Charlie (Grappone). Local record shop. Good with the gay crowd, and ordinary New Yorkers. Beginning to cross-over to 'hip-ville'. Hence stood out, and "give him", and might help? Had worked at a record shop. On the street, or in the shop, Charlie was generous with the promo’s.
‘Last Poets’, bought off the streets, but not the nerve, or the last song. Get a 'fist up' from the 'The Bronx'. Waiting for 'downtown' to arrive.
This man, fresh and lively-up-yourself. Would have squeezed a couple in.
Miles and John, Jazz?
Match or top that.
Decks and speakers, talking over, amps and here,...church, (my word. Rasta man/woman, use others).
First and, 2020.... who can play this, like this?
Sound like:
How can Shaka be the first best DJ mixer, 'toaster' (talk-up, and over, the record), in '81, with Gregory and 'Radics.
Still, "tut tut" no can, today?
How come?
Turn up the volume and be overcome.
The3pods comment has it:
'Shaka calls it River Jordan, but it's Confirm Reservation for sure, although, the way Shaka plays any tune, he can call it what he wants, it moves into a whole new dimension!’
Still does.
Thank God and with God.
For you.
[17:26]Back and leave this clip and later..., got an unexpected to take care of.
Made this happen, I was the cause
Hand me the baton, hand me the torch
Running the game like it's a sport
But all I got in this world is my word and my balls
Yeah, said Scarface
Yeah GoodFellas learn the hard way
Never had a godfather or my padre
So I went and got some Margielas for my madre
'Cause it's been graveyard shifts since I put dad in his grave
Made it out of the maze, I'm in amazement
No haram, I go ham when I pray
'Cause there's no real helping hand when handlin' pain
If God made man in his image, I'ma create
I'ma be great, mi casa, su casa, Cassius Clay
Rumble in the jungle, I'm from the land of the brave
Souls in the sea, I rolled the deep, now with the wave
Yo, Dave man I still remember conversations
About awards and their invalid validations
I got the world in my hands, that's world domination
Man are not pop, we're just popping to the population
I got dreams and ambitions, people that listen
Love the fans cause all I had was fiends and a kitchen
I'm in Dior, guess I'm preachin' in Christian
My pockets deep but my jeans full of riches
Descendants of a king
I got people who depend on me, the dependents of a king
My teacher mentioned credit, never said it was a thing
Why you think the mortgage lender isn't lending her a thing
From a real estate to real estate
Made sure I ate with my niggas before the dinner dates
I had so much on my plate
Now I'm eating like a king, had to work like a slave
Imagine if we never imagined this?
Imagine if our imaginations couldn't fathom it?
Imagine if the butterfly effect was a caterpillar in the Garden of Eden by the tree where the apple is?
I'm way too talented to still be in the sticks where there's javelins
I'm Olympic, on Mount Olympus' peak
At the top it's only us, I'm with my G's
But I ain't gotta be high, there's higher powers than me, it's AV
I fell asleep and spoke to MJ
And he told me to heal the world, make it a better place
Nuff red jackets in my ends, it's the end days
Why you think I'm rollin' with trendsetters that set pace?
Grew up in a race with racist
A place where they wanna replace us
I'm patient but then I'm impatient
God's grace has been ever so gracious
Something to say but I'm the savior 'cause I'm in the Matrix
An alien 'cause I'm in a spaceship, I saw my niggas on slave ships
I remember tellin' Whitney, "You're my queen"
I was selling Bobby, New Edition on my street
Feds were taking pictures, taking pictures of my team
But I saw the bigger picture, the depiction of my dreams
It was nightmares where we lost Mo and Leng
Had the nigga feelin' outta place at his home address
I'm the first nigga with insomnia who overslept
I paid 70 in taxes, it don't match what I owe to them
Man, it's crazy
:
Lately I see a lot of man tryna play me
I ain't an escort but it's fuck you, pay me
Déjà vu every time that I get a break, G
I used to visualize my reality in a daydream
Dream to be happy, are you happy with a dream team?
Full of happy niggas, are you happy with your team?
How many men are talented and ended up on the street?
He didn't act on it, now he looks unhappy with the scene
Seen, I mean Happy Halloween
Me and the team branched out from selling leaves
If my life was a film, the title on it's release would have to be, "Just Read This One Incredible Scene"
I ain't had a break since the peddle bike in my teens
So I wouldn't lose sleep if you couldn't sell me a dream
I'm tighter than these guys, it's all lies that they're feeding
The seeds of deceit grew the tree in the treason
And no reason for the way that you living, make a decision
I hate mediocrity, last dream I had I saw Socrates
He told me he believes in my philosophy
I just do numbers, I ain't waitin' on the lottery (nah)
I'm the best on the scene
The only thing that follows when your mentioning me
Man invest in a girl when interested but she ain't invested if she don't say invest in your dreams
You invest for your queen, I invest for the queen
There's a big fucking differencee
When I was 18 I was six-figure nigga trigger happy, I'ma killer
For dinners we ate livers and corn beef
I work in silence, my touch Midas, yes
Colourism real but don't let 'em divide us
We're all blacks tryna run our own race in our own way feeling pressure from our own race
Strugglin' to relate
In a black man's eyes, see pride, see pain
See joy, see days of hardship
You wanna be black but you don't know what dark is
You want our blood but you don't know what heart is
How could he draw me out if he don't know what art is, I'm Picasso
Diss me and man know, it's kidnap
Nothing but red paint when the van goes
I don't make pop art, also and these kicks that I wore hold up
I had a tough upbringing and hard days, I saw those
Weight on my chest, only right I got a tour so
Be happy for me, I'm happy to see
I happen to be the only one that made it happen for me
As a child I saw loss and now I'm a man in defeat
Outstanding, I stand for something when I stand on the beat
[14:18 ON and OFF.] Until be, '...get down, Saturday night', time.
On 1955 and 1974.
[8:13 ON, and OFF at 09:06], post throughout day, peace and have a super 'human touch' day. Peace, and God be with you.
