You know what time it is, it's time for the Cincast. But it's not the same old sad, sorry, sellout Cincast that you grew up to despise. No, it's the Rapzilla Presents version. Super, supreme, solid, soulful 70s, severe, 70s Cincast.
It's the Cincast, but with a personal trainer. Like, you remember the Cincast a couple of weeks ago, right? Well, we came back with a full set of large muscles. Wasn't part of the deal behind us partnering with Rapzilla that you had to be more clear?
Clear? Yeah, clear. Like you just said, the Cincast came back with a full set of large muscles. Uh-huh.
That doesn't mean anything. Shane, everybody that is listening knows that I meant that exponentially. Oh, gotcha. Don't be all uptight just because we partnered with one of the biggest, baddest, most reputable sites on the industry.
In fact, it should be the opposite, dude. If we're pulling down partners like Rapzilla, then that means we got to keep it banging, homie. Nomi? Oh, yeah, man.
It's a win-win situation. It's a win-win situation. A whole boss team's domination. Never give a weak demonstration.
The plan is to rock the whole nation. Seize the power that is monumental. Over my existence. My records playing memory lane is close to vintage.
For instance, terrorists like drumline Jimi Hendrix. A severe talent. I doubt private chick Mike's rock this. By the way, I'm a handle her bit.
Do all this. The first maker like experiment. I'll be content when ruling the world is evident. I walk paper to planet and write my name across it.
From Honda to the Queen. In color Lamborghini. Hell yes, world tours traveled with bikini. Jet set, can't can't.
Caught up in the mix up. Stand out and shout. Global sicko. Children times square with the nigga down pat.
They all know my name and I don't see the cat. I'm only concerned with the terms of the contract. Millennial range. The result of my comeback.
The win-win situation. A whole boss team's domination. Never give a weak demonstration. The plan is to rock the whole nation.
It's a win-win situation. A whole boss team's domination. Never give a weak demonstration. The plan is to rock the whole nation.
On April 19th, 2009, downtown Nashville, Tennessee. Syntax Records presents the Peanut Butter and Jelly Party. Hip hop on the rooftop. Witness a specially prepared theatrical treasure.
Broadcast on a giant Cinestron. Admission is free. Food is free. Food is free.
So you ain't got to bring nothing but your people. Make sure your people bring their people. The first 500 guests will receive a bag of surprises. Enjoy the voices by Amad, the 4th Avenue Jones.
Red Cloud, Freshly, Braille, Kaboom, DJ Promote, Scribbling Idiots, Syntax is terrific, and more. Partners include Zune for Microsoft. The best place to discover new music. MySpace.com, a place for hip hop.
Rockstar Energy Drink, party like a rockstar. Not of this world clothing, flavor fest, electric recordings, gospel music group, Rapzilla.com, gospel music association, and much love. Be there. Doors open at 7pm directly across from the convention center on Commerce Street.
It's Friday night. I see you bright lights. Next city heat cooling down at night. Do it to do, but I'm doing it right.
Call me Mr. Willis cause I'm getting it hype. Fresh like Newport, yeah we keeping it tight. Giving thanks to the Lord for surviving the fight.
I ain't got to prove a single thing to y'all for me. I'm a walking living testimony. Can't you see? I test my rhymes.
Microphone major. Dusty old school, skywave pages. Stick big, only do it for the king, homie. And your remarks, dust them off the shoulder, homie.
Forever on my grind, got my mind made up. Drink the living water, get high like angel maker. He's always on time, no need to rush and shake up. I'm a changed man, crushing over with the flavor.
Don't open up every time we spend time. I stay focused, feel relaxed and enjoy mine. Appreciate what you bring and I know it's like. 7th gen, you alive, though you out of sight.
I stay free in the midst of the novel, believe it. I believe in what I'm breathing, so the good I'm keeping. See me with my dog, this is the height of achieving. To make a difference, this ain't for the fight pieces.
My brothers out there, it's brother liberation. Man, I'm right there, understanding life here. We can all get away for a better day. A better way to celebrate love and good faith.
It's like music and it's true when the night falls. The truth lovers are alone when the night calls. It feels good to be together when it's right, y'all. It feels good, it feels good to live in life more.
Don't open up every time we spend time. I stay focused, feel relaxed and enjoy mine. Appreciate what you bring and I know it's like. 7th gen, you alive, though you out of sight.
I stay free in the midst of the novel, believe it. I believe in what I'm breathing, so the good I'm keeping. See me with my dog, this is the height of achieving. It feels good to be together when it's right, y'all.
It feels good, it feels good to live in life more. You're listening to The Syncast. Everything you think he gonna do, if his daddy beat his mama, he gonna be the woman too. Make a family, make a family, they gonna share the same views.
Example 50, they're walking down silhouette. Miss society, he became a threat when he could have been a lawyer or mastered the clarinet. Now it's black and milds, the port's cigarettes. Now he got a child, no rubber during sex.
Loves marijuana, but then he pop a neck. Still in blank bank checks, coppin' Air Force One. Stand in prison right, join the Air Force, son. Don't make the same mistakes, finish the 12th grade.
I'm sorry, Dad, hard to have it late. You should have told him about the birds and the bees and about faith. Then maybe y'all wouldn't share a cell in the same place that it turned. It's like completely around about face.
Turn on the radio, tell me what you get. Did you see that video? Mommy's so real. Daddy don't live here, mommy's so lit.
Oh my God, what we doing to the kids? Ice in the rim, we can't pick the grill. So much pressure, raise the kid, wanna steal. Did you cop the game where they blow out the homies' trills?
Oh my God, what we doing to the kids? Look, Mom, you act way too hot. Let's have a talk, turn off the young jock. You don't know your daddy and I know it hurt a lot.
Your self-esteem is low, but you don't gotta let him drop. Don't gotta blow a thug, cause his rim don't stop. You ain't gotta give it up to the homies on the block. They can't kill the holiest soul impossible.
They say whatever to hit it and treat you like a ho. They don't have the love and the respect you meet. Just cut the love to the pro-blackers with me too. See, you really don't deserve the street.
Slow down cause you really don't deserve no lesions. You don't get hurt from that leaving, but freaking every week and don't justify your reason. You've been hurt, but we all been hurt. No one is exempt.
American or Norwegian. Turn on the radio, tell me what you get. Did you see that video? Mommy's so real.
Daddy don't live here, mommy's so lit. Oh my God, what we doing to the kids? Ice in the rim, we can't pick the grill. So much pressure to the kid, wanna steal.
Did you cop the game where they blow out the homies' trills? Oh my God, what we doing to the kids? The scene cast. Take the scenic route through my community.
This war was there, that road's an opportunity. Grit just a hint of a false sense of unity. Attempts to make a death but content might ruin me. I've added up to the ceiling.
My head is reeling. I bottled up my feelings instead of me healing. Cause that's what little boys get taught. We ain't allowed to cry, so instead we fought.
Imagine if we talked. It'd be hard when we're men. We cry at these straws like Angus again. We get mad and we shut off the water.
It's fit like rap working his butt off. The bottom is pit. Where we fall on the bits. Broken hearts and unspoken thoughts.
If it's me against the world, then who's the boss? Men don't have friends, they just shove em. That's why it's so awkward to tell them that we love em. Fame made the money, money never made the man.
Gangsters don't win, win will they understand? The game been the same since creation. I hope hooks on the ship called relation. And all I ask folks is click this.
With just a word or two. Tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu There, I said it. It sounds pathetic, and so does talking to someone who ain't there. To someone you couldn't care enough to share a peaceful moment with his own son.
But look at me, Pop, I'm still right here. I wish I knew you when we really got to know you, who you were as a kid and the stuff you did other than hotlins. Instead, I'm the back of the heavy cannon's best of time. When you smack the mouth to release frustration inside.
This puzzle wasn't even in this box, but suddenly crossed it up. The cards were dealt on hand, just tossed high in the air. Disappointments split it up, you never followed through with promises to make it fair. I'm taking good care of myself, and the scars I carry remind me of the growing pains.
All I know is the happiest day of a boy's life shouldn't be the day his dad passes away. That's a shame. Money made the money, money never make the man. Gangsters don't win, real lay understand.
The game been the same since creation. All hope coasts on the ship called relations. All I ask, folks, was just a word or two. To show my shooting is eyes to make me drop out of it.
Get into a lens. You know, Shane, we really do hold it down a whole lot harder than everybody else. I don't want to start beef with the other podcasts, but the fact is they just can't hang. Those folks over at rapzilla.com sure are sharp, though.
They saw the heat, and they said, let's go get warm. Now everybody's comfy cozy, blazing the amazing, all roasty toasty. Shane, let's take a break here and pass it off to Darth Vader for a minute for the qualityjunk.com update. I'm gonna see if there's any cokes left in this machine.
I'm really feeling like I could use a coke. Hey, my lovely people, this is Jeremiah Bonds with another update from Quality Junk through Lyrical Sugar for all your brain cakes. Jeremiah Bonds, here to please or pre-order disorder. So I'm here with my updates recorded.
There's brother Bless1 with S1 rhyming. Loud focus on timing with Cloud19. Tone On on the microphone plays with vocal tones and lays down unspoken with commotion. You know this is posted on this city with the sonnet shades on bright lights of the magic city.
For really, got some restocks popping off in this piece. Grits with the greatest hits released. Cadell lives and he tells this through a spell, which is on the page. Qualityjunk.com.
Hope you're fond of the sounds of round in your speakers. Hip hop and boom bapism are the features. If you need it, we got it. Supply and package right.
Order it today and you'll get it tomorrow night. Why won't this work? I just want to open it up and get out some cokes. Maybe if I just turn this.
Just turn them down for a moment while my booby trap handles business. I'm glad to see it still worked. This grumping wasn't part of the equation, but it was designed in an automatic weapon. After that little crump off his, kind of felt a bit distraught.
I feel pretty good now. I think I'll go ahead and jump into some stuff static. While Max1 is losing his head to the dodgeball gamelle, or in this case, the dodge coke game. How about the fresh off the situation?
Let it breathe a bit. Sat back and took the whole thing in. Not just a piece of it. We can quit if we wanna just let go.
We can spit if we got a battle to close. I never see you at shows unless you're on the bill. Now you wanna battle cats cause your man said you was ill. For real, for real.
Check them skills. I bought it back to 88 for my lyrics to spill. Light off the top of the dome. I keep my freestyle live.
Going out the microphone. Cause my syntax is raw. This is true hip hop. I never faked the yes, yes, y'all.
With a new lease on life. My voice and thoughts blessed. Fresh mode with spontaneous text. Immediate delivery.
C-section raps. Push the pain for life to give respect back. Stop fronting. Keep walking, false a spit.
Stop fronting. You're standing back at the mosh pit. Stop fronting. Never was you good with words.
Stop fronting. Selling white lies to her. Stop fronting. You wasn't involved a spit.
Stop fronting. You're standing back at the mosh pit. Stop fronting. Never was you good with words.
Stop fronting. Selling white lies to her. Stop fronting. We chain the movement solid like Eric B and Rakim.
Too smooth operators, so just sit down, slim. Shut the doors to the game and suck souls through the people. Albany's a metropolis. Shouts to my people.
Touch down on your map and stop holes in your block. Professional cadence with the soul of a bus stop. My freestyles are a little bit more ridiculous than you few. Steal the stories out your mouth of a tall tale of what you really do.
So call back to your agent. Lick your wounds. Little brain clouds trying to slack. Locks on my tomb.
Stacks of cassette tapes and racks of vinyl. See an old man with a boombox and gangster in his vinyl. Love through dark mountains. Snatched the decrepit.
Black cat crossing. Foreshadowing ascends. Insert quotes. You gotta work through the heat.
The yellow six. See miracles when we speak. Stop fronting. You wasn't involved a spit.
Stop fronting. You're standing back at the mosh pit. Stop fronting. Never was you good with words.
Stop fronting. Selling white lies to her. Stop fronting. Hey yo, this is Jeremiah Bonds.
And you're tuned in to the Sincast. Grandmom had a husband and they had 11 kids. Then he bounced, so it is whiz. Now she's stuck with the kids.
Broke on York. And she worked to keep them fed. Keep a roof over their heads. No kids for a bit.
Hypertension ready to blow for show. But it don't. And I'm like, yo, we're making it go. Through the struggle and the pain, she maintained to stay sane.
Had to get through with grandmom. She says she knew a name. To help her overcome and took care of her properly. My grandmother received the gather was God's property.
She had a talk with Jesus. Decided to walk with Jesus. Trust him for a better way to make it to a brighter day. Wanted the kids to know him.
But when they grown, they want to go their own. So she prayed to the throne. Father keep them well. Keep them safe.
Keep them fed. And that's the fight for life that grandmom's led. This is my family tree. The legacy to me.
And trust God. Watch him hold down your family. All in together now. We only chose down.
We gonna meet up in heaven. Living in golden crown. This is my family tree. The legacy to me.
And trust God. Watch him hold down your family. All in together now. We only chose down.
We gonna meet up in heaven. Living in golden crown. This system in America is hell on people down. If you don't see what I'm saying.
Then you mentally bound. 11 kids. 36 left. 5 died.
4 totally passed. 1 I don't know why. And that one was my aunt. She had to try to keep the soul together.
After grandmom's left. My crib would be all met. And all slept there from time to time. Bow black beautiful.
And always spoke her mind. Left behind little Jeff Lord. Watch over his steps. Take the pain from his chest.
Keep him out of all the mess. Big tone rapping OJ. The only uncles left. The other uncles left.
I hope they sold at rest. Aunt Carmen could be in Rosé. Maintaining. The last daughters.
A Lucy for gather remaining. I do this to remember the woman who ground hard. And stick by her kids in the represent guard. This is my family tree.
The legacy to me. And trust God. Watch him hold down your family. All in together now.
We only chose down. We gonna meet up in heaven. Living in golden crown. This is my family tree.
The legacy to me. And trust God. Watch him hold down your family. All in together now.
We only chose down. We gonna meet up in heaven. Living in golden crown. These are the system in America.
Just hold the people down. If you don't see what I'm saying. Then you mentally bound. 11 kids.
36 left. 5 died. 4 totally passed. 1 I don't know why.
And that one was my aunt. She had to try to keep the soul together. After grandmom's left. My crib would be all met.
And all slept there from time to time. Bow black beautiful. And always spoke her mind. Left behind little Jeff Lord.
Watch over his steps. Take the pain from his chest. Keep him out of all the mess. Big tone rapping OJ.
The only uncles left. The other uncles left. I hope they sold at rest. Aunt Carmen could be in Rosé.
Maintained. The last daughters. A Lucy for gather remaining. I do this to remember the woman who ground hard.
And stick by her kids in the represent guard. This is my family tree. The legacy to me. And trust God.
Watch him hold down your family. All in together now. We only chose down. We gonna meet up in heaven.
Living in golden crown. This is my family tree