Monday, February 23, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Sunspot Jonz - The Word Song (Video)
New video from Sunspot Jonz new album, "Fight-Destroy-Rock!!! Vol. 1...This is the cheapest video Sunspot has ever made, but we don't give a fukk!! We keep that sh!t raw, that's what "Fight-Destroy-Rock!!!" is all about, its UHB 6, that true underground sh!t!!!!!
Friday, February 6, 2009
Stereo Bible
Stereo Bible
Lord help me
Who really know me
who just desert me
Them bitches all phoney
I ain't a saint often deep in the paint
Going off on a Muthafucka
Cant weaken the frame
They call me a weaklink
Hate on my clothing
Hate on my singing
Anything I'm bringing
got ya girl smiling
Phone dialing
Hidden in the rhyming
Metaphors -now silence
I taught you how to do this underground
Hustle now
Don't get too for ya britches
Stupid ass bitches
Don't even use the four track
Without saying my name
Three times like hail Mary
Ya first album was demo mang
That shit sucked but you grew through the cuts
That's a true artist
Blend it all up
Shake us it all with it so powerful written
My bible is my stereo
Back to the beginning
Lord help me
I'm a make em see me
This Grown ass MC
Producer of dope beats
That has been the soundtrack
To those who live in the underground
That knew about the journeymen
And how we built a legend how
Things exist
putting ya heart in it
But never forget
where you came from
That's a real bitch
Thinking you the shit
Cuz you smell like it
Flush that bust back abstract
Flashbacks yeah dats Wack
Why don't you be a real cat
Or the dogs will come out
Chewing up the whole track
Spit it out like a panthers gat
Take that
Splitting ya medulla
Cerebelum lyracism
To the wise
Rest to ya girls thighs
As she gets on down
All my people need to rise
All the lies fantaciseStereo Bible
Lord help me
Who really know me
who just desert me
Them bitches all phoney
I ain't a saint often deep in the paint
Going off on a Muthafucka
Cant weaken the frame
They call me a weaklink
Hate on my clothing
Hate on my singing
Anything I'm bringing
got ya girl smiling
Phone dialing
Hidden in the rhyming
Metaphors -now silence
I taught you how to do this underground
Hustle now
Don't get too for ya britches
Stupid ass bitches
Don't even use the four track
Without saying my name
Three times like hail Mary
Ya first album was demo mang
That shit sucked but you grew through the cuts
That's a true artist
Blend it all up
Shake us it all with it so powerful written
My bible is my stereo
Back to the beginning
Lord help me
I'm a make em see me
This Grown ass MC
Producer of dope beats
That has been the soundtrack
To those who live in the underground
That knew about the journeymen
And how we built a legend how
Things exist
putting ya heart in it
But never forget
where you came from
That's a real bitch
Thinking you the shit
Cuz you smell like it
Flush that bust back abstract
Flashbacks yeah dats Wack
Why don't you be a real cat
Or the dogs will come out
Chewing up the whole track
Spit it out like a panthers gat
Take that
Splitting ya medulla
Cerebelum lyracism
To the wise
Rest to ya girls thighs
As she gets on down
All my people need to rise
All the lies fantacise
Lord help me
Who really know me
who just desert me
Them bitches all phoney
I ain't a saint often deep in the paint
Going off on a Muthafucka
Cant weaken the frame
They call me a weaklink
Hate on my clothing
Hate on my singing
Anything I'm bringing
got ya girl smiling
Phone dialing
Hidden in the rhyming
Metaphors -now silence
I taught you how to do this underground
Hustle now
Don't get too for ya britches
Stupid ass bitches
Don't even use the four track
Without saying my name
Three times like hail Mary
Ya first album was demo mang
That shit sucked but you grew through the cuts
That's a true artist
Blend it all up
Shake us it all with it so powerful written
My bible is my stereo
Back to the beginning
Lord help me
I'm a make em see me
This Grown ass MC
Producer of dope beats
That has been the soundtrack
To those who live in the underground
That knew about the journeymen
And how we built a legend how
Things exist
putting ya heart in it
But never forget
where you came from
That's a real bitch
Thinking you the shit
Cuz you smell like it
Flush that bust back abstract
Flashbacks yeah dats Wack
Why don't you be a real cat
Or the dogs will come out
Chewing up the whole track
Spit it out like a panthers gat
Take that
Splitting ya medulla
Cerebelum lyracism
To the wise
Rest to ya girls thighs
As she gets on down
All my people need to rise
All the lies fantaciseStereo Bible
Lord help me
Who really know me
who just desert me
Them bitches all phoney
I ain't a saint often deep in the paint
Going off on a Muthafucka
Cant weaken the frame
They call me a weaklink
Hate on my clothing
Hate on my singing
Anything I'm bringing
got ya girl smiling
Phone dialing
Hidden in the rhyming
Metaphors -now silence
I taught you how to do this underground
Hustle now
Don't get too for ya britches
Stupid ass bitches
Don't even use the four track
Without saying my name
Three times like hail Mary
Ya first album was demo mang
That shit sucked but you grew through the cuts
That's a true artist
Blend it all up
Shake us it all with it so powerful written
My bible is my stereo
Back to the beginning
Lord help me
I'm a make em see me
This Grown ass MC
Producer of dope beats
That has been the soundtrack
To those who live in the underground
That knew about the journeymen
And how we built a legend how
Things exist
putting ya heart in it
But never forget
where you came from
That's a real bitch
Thinking you the shit
Cuz you smell like it
Flush that bust back abstract
Flashbacks yeah dats Wack
Why don't you be a real cat
Or the dogs will come out
Chewing up the whole track
Spit it out like a panthers gat
Take that
Splitting ya medulla
Cerebelum lyracism
To the wise
Rest to ya girls thighs
As she gets on down
All my people need to rise
All the lies fantacise
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
LYRICS: "POOR MAN'S SALSA" FROM "THE DARKSIDE OV HEAVEN"
Poor Mans Salsa
Don't Stop
I be drinking in the morning
Talking shit to my neighbors
got the flavor that you need
Like my daddies aligators
Savor all my rhythm style
Driving drunk and naked wow
Yous a freaky freaky one
Searched the world and here you come
Messing up my leather couch
No sitting down and waiting now
Sell the music get it out
So fresh and dope
u hear the crowd
We doin all nighters
No sleep hangovers
You got some girls call em over
Damn we met in Minnesota
Mix Bacardi with the soda
Nothing changes we just older
All you Haters help blow me up
Like syrup watch you slo on up
I'm counting all my dough up
Twon't listen if you poor a
Messgae up into the chorus
So let's talk about these whore
None of y'all really got a thang on me
Rock on the mic and I made the beat
You silly little fuck when I puff the weed
Picadilly Homie u can't do like me
I do like you
When I find my groove
I move so true move ya booty boo
To all you faker non love makers
Do you love ya family like you love the lakers
them flags on ya car
Boot on my car
Looking for the meter maid
Kill them all
My shower is a disco
She's from frisco
relationship fizzled
Blast that missle
Up in the middle
Wit widdle
Now she's widow
I kilt yo little
memory
So into me
So follow me
To extacsy
Don't save fast food and heat it up
ya toes messed up a midget beat em up
Yo
Make a show pop I'll seat em up
Money like women never ever enough
I spit my rhyme
U do the crime
I get the dime
I use my mind
drunk out
On sunset
Ill crunk up the coatcheck
We high as a muthafucka
Ride with me muthafucka
Girls on girls I'm good with that
Just let me watch and feel the cat
When he speaks on the beats
I'm a king
time ain't cheap pay attention to me
I learned my game from the streets
Only suckas don't know how to eat
So That's me that top MC
That's me that top MC
Ohh -Ahh-yeah
I'm caught in the middle
Don't Stop
Don't Stop
I be drinking in the morning
Talking shit to my neighbors
got the flavor that you need
Like my daddies aligators
Savor all my rhythm style
Driving drunk and naked wow
Yous a freaky freaky one
Searched the world and here you come
Messing up my leather couch
No sitting down and waiting now
Sell the music get it out
So fresh and dope
u hear the crowd
We doin all nighters
No sleep hangovers
You got some girls call em over
Damn we met in Minnesota
Mix Bacardi with the soda
Nothing changes we just older
All you Haters help blow me up
Like syrup watch you slo on up
I'm counting all my dough up
Twon't listen if you poor a
Messgae up into the chorus
So let's talk about these whore
None of y'all really got a thang on me
Rock on the mic and I made the beat
You silly little fuck when I puff the weed
Picadilly Homie u can't do like me
I do like you
When I find my groove
I move so true move ya booty boo
To all you faker non love makers
Do you love ya family like you love the lakers
them flags on ya car
Boot on my car
Looking for the meter maid
Kill them all
My shower is a disco
She's from frisco
relationship fizzled
Blast that missle
Up in the middle
Wit widdle
Now she's widow
I kilt yo little
memory
So into me
So follow me
To extacsy
Don't save fast food and heat it up
ya toes messed up a midget beat em up
Yo
Make a show pop I'll seat em up
Money like women never ever enough
I spit my rhyme
U do the crime
I get the dime
I use my mind
drunk out
On sunset
Ill crunk up the coatcheck
We high as a muthafucka
Ride with me muthafucka
Girls on girls I'm good with that
Just let me watch and feel the cat
When he speaks on the beats
I'm a king
time ain't cheap pay attention to me
I learned my game from the streets
Only suckas don't know how to eat
So That's me that top MC
That's me that top MC
Ohh -Ahh-yeah
I'm caught in the middle
Don't Stop
Monday, February 2, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
FIGHT DESTROY ROCK VOL. 1 IS ALMOST HERE!!!
First off Fight Destroy Rock-This is that raw underground shit! It’s that “straight out the house” mix like old four track songs in the early UHB days. Who knows about “Unsigned and Hella Broke”!! Like back in the day when I would be at the outhouse and would mix songs down on my lil tv speakers and then hit the block slanging out the box. That was that real underground shit!! Where you take the bus to some place and ya broke and have to sell ya albums or you had no money to get back home-or even eat lunch. It sucked if it went bad sometimes but Fuck a 9-5! It was all about creating a grind and making that shit pop! That was that really “really”-ya know! On this project I used a fucked up microphone, my mpc, the 1680, and my janky ass protools that kept breaking sometimes for months (thats why I had to revert to the 1680) but still I made some great songs through it all. That true hip hop!! I wanted to bring back that old school underground passion that can’t always be recaptured in a big studio but always shows up in a smaller home studio. Like the “Sunnyside Halfway House” in LA , California which always has a host of characters coming through its doors with blunts and bottles in their hands. So after a few of those sessions I created Fight Destroy Rock Vol.1&2. And after that I went up to the Bay to record what was to become the Darkside ov Heaven with the incredible Bruce Banner(Brusic) at Data Stream studios. In the end I had a new album (which I loved) and all the stuff I made at Sunnyside which I loved too. So therefore I created the Fight Destroy Rock volumes of straight raw underground (UHB mixtape style) created in the home studio and The Darkside ov Heaven which is the big studio album with more midstreamish songs. So strap in and get ready for the ride-now sometimes the sound is gonna jump up, overdubbs are too low too loud, people making noise walking in with bottles of alcohol whatever-you never know. That’s that raw shit!! I wanna send another quick shot out to radio for not playing my shit!! Ya’ll need to bump this underground shit and let these people hear it!! I’m tired of them playing the same ole shit!! I’m gonna make my own radio station one day and fill the playlist with all the types of songs I love and make-I make all types-I am not narrow minded-feel me!! I’ll fuck around and make a gangsta polka lullaby-music is infinite on what you can do-just remember always stay true to your soul. This is our time as an underground nation to stand up and bring something mentally nourishing to the soul. They wanna make us non thinking zombies-straight prototypes to ignorance but we gotta be smarter than that and come tight. They wanna make us live in groundhogs day where we have no idea on whats happening-but no way! What’s happening? It seems like as long as we get the lil same ole crumbles off the table we wont even exert any effort-this shit becomes a joke America. We need to make a change-not just because we have a new black prez who might finally do some good- but also because we need to start making a valid difference in the world today-each and everyone of us-So get up off yo ass and bump this underground shit or die Bitch!!
KEEP THE UNDERGROUND ALIVE !! SPEAK FROM THE HEART OR DIE!!
HEART IZ A WEAPON
Fight Destroy Rock
guest appearances by
Luckyiam & Myka9, (Equipto,White Mic, & Kwanz from Bored Stiff), Zman, Hymnself, Moka Only, & DWP
Production by
Sunspot Jonz, Adamatic, Mr. Nemo, Young Kruse, Creasey Buscemi, Nima Fadavi, Moka Only, DJ Fresh, Dirt Nasty, TD, Underrated, Cminus, & Wiz
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