Our mighty, noble friend Lemmy passed away today after a short battle with an extremely aggressive cancer. He had learnt of the disease on December 26th, and was at home, sitting in front of his favorite video game from The Rainbow which had recently made its way down the street, with his family.
Ian ‘Lemmy’ Kilmister
Born to lose, lived to win.
Play Motörhead loud, play Hawkwind loud, play Lemmy’s music LOUD.
Have a drink or few.
Smoother than a motherfucker
Suede on the inside
Candy paint, candy paint
I ain’t gotta tell you what the rims look like
Look, I’m gripping wood like a motherfucker
She ask me can her friend ride
Kelly wanna have a drink
And shorty wanna pop pills all night
Look, don’t be fucking with my tape deck
You gon’ listen to this Marvin
You gon’ to listen to this Bloodstone
Oh ya’ll niggas want that Barry White?
Well, I don’t really fuck with that right there
That could make a nigga act up right there
Well go and get your rocks off, boo
Nah, nah, nah
(I don’t really do all that, but its more for you)
I’m far from a pimp, but I’m close to you
You fucking with an old soul, twice removed
My pops used to work up on them fighter jets
Maybe that’s the reason I be (airplane noise) through
Now who the fuck called me a player?
I ain’t one these young niggas out here sweating for a pay stub
I’m a coach, I’mma teach these bitches how to layup
Now most of ya’ll can’t do shit
But all my chicks cook grits
And roll a spliff …
Dancehall toasting sample with heavy horns and then drops into an soft electronic string melody for a bit of surprise in texture. If this is what you consider Trap music, yes please.
Following in his footsteps of the heavy and lush “Temple” and “To Earth and Back” off his Soulection EP Short Stories, Sam Gellaitry‘s sound exists in an extremely unique space of composition that eclipses a majority of producers making “beats” and “tracks”. Layered anatomy of complex music is in place and tunes stand on their own foundation, full-bodied and not requiring any traditional vocal verses, hooks and the like.
“Lock Arff” is Jamacian colloquilism for something getting ‘shut down’. This is term is explaining the raves or turn ups that get shut down normally due to noise pollution or calamity of an area by law under the Noise and Statutory Nuisance Act 1993 in the UK. This song uses rhetorical questions and retorts to show the nuisance of taking the enjoyment out of turn up with the manden. Big Up!
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