New Mix Coming Out Next Month

 

Pronounced Generation A.  Super hip hop, poetic, philosophical, nerd rap goodness.

The vicious cycle

Off of the Nah Mixtape.

Generation 01000001 is Coming

New mix coming soon called Generation 01000001 or Generation A.  It will be a hip hop, lyrical, poetic, fiesta.

More review stuff

This is from the album “One Shot” that I did with Alukard in Miami.  For more about the Alukard project you can go to itunes.apple.com/us/album/one-shot/id370076041

For more on this article you can go to miami.com/alukard-article

AluKarD

Our Band of the Hour likes to consider themselves Miami’s worst kept secret and embrace their black sheep status.

By Rayme Samuels

Coining themselves Miami’s worst kept secret, AluKarD have been doing their thing since 1998. These guys are the first to admit that they are the proverbial black sheep of the local music scene. Pride flows from the quintet when they declare that there is no one else around in Miami that sounds like them.

Members Level (rhythm guitar, vocals), Zaigone (drummer), Jason Pupo (bass), Stuntman Steve (lead guitar), and E.Grizzly (MC, synthesizer) are masters of innovation. Skating across the musical spectrum, these guys create a sound of punk and classic rock dutifully combined with bass and hip hop that inspires a deep connection with their audiences.  Deftly able to manipulate their sound through different genres, the quintet finds influence from acts like Queens of the Stone Age, Wu Tang Clan, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Johnny Cash.

Taking a stance against how droves of newcomers in the industry claim to be the next big thing that will save music, and then end up producing clichéd songs, AluKarD don’t want to save music. They want music to save them. “So many people have something to say in their songs, and that’s great but we found that music should give you something to feel,” Level explained.

Nowhere is this more apparent than in their gripping tune “Forever Never,” a hard hitting track that tells a true story of a guy falling in love with a girl who is already taken. The subliminal anthem in support of a comrade’s encounter with forbidden love speaks volumes to the accessibility of the band.

Touring the east coast from Florida to New York City in 2008, AluKarD left a lasting impression at every stop along the way. For them, nothing compared to coming back home to Miami for the warm welcome. The future brings a release party at Vagabond on Thursday, Feb. 11 for their disc “One Shot” and many more opportunities to catch their live show.

More Blog Love

This addition of blog love goes out to imveryape.com for showing me some love on my track Shark Hunter Quint.  It’s super appreciated man.  Feel free to click away on their link above.  They also got a hidden gem section for those sneaky tracks that get lost in the world wide web.  Good stuff!

I’M VERY GUERRILLA

E. GRIZZLY – SHARK HUNTER QUINT

For Fans of: Lateef the Truthspeaker, Buck 65, MF Doom, Heems,

I’d like to welcome you to the Adventures of E. Grizzly, the entertaining website of one of the most raspy and rambunctious MCs out there. It is a mix of hilarious artwork (check out the painting) and youtube videos, but also live shows, songs, and lyrics from the gravelly-voiced, Miami-based rapper E. Grizzly (aka Eric). The highlight for me so far has been finding the indie-rock tinged track Shark Hunter Quint off his newest mixtape – The Nah Mixtape. As stated in Grizzly’s site, the album was produced by the drummer of the punk band 1994, and the influence made for a great marriage. Industrial drums and rock reverb get layered with whirling synth to created a My Bloody Valentine-esque wall of noise that sounds completely novel for a hip hop track. Grizzly’s weathered but energetic delivery adds sand to that storm as he belts out thoughtful and unique lyrics  – “I’m about the new religion of free thinkin’, without the superstition”. And all the sounds blend together perfectly in the earworm of a chorus “I-I-I-I-I’m an American Guerrilla”. This is a stellar concoction of new ideas and solid rapping that has me saying, at least for today, IMVERYGUERRILLA.

I’m a sing my fight song everyday

 

and I’m a fight how you say the good fight,
until my last breath, until death, until I say goodnight,
and I would like some help, wealth, or what have you,
but I’ll do it all by myself if I have to,
it’s not fair but I don’t care if I take a beating,
every night, I’m a fight until I make it even,
my fist is going make a meeting with their face,
and I’ll get jumped, dumped on or get erased,
because I can’t stop the bleeding, but that’s not the reason,
I fight I just never stopped believing,
in my purpose, in my mission, in my goals,
in this circus, in this prison, and my role,
was given a long time ago I have to fight,
I have to fight, that’s all I know so I have to write,
I have to sing, I have to swing, I have to make a grown man,
out myself but it’s hard to break the program damn,

but I don’t give a fuck what they say,
I’m a sing my fight song everyday,
I don’t give a fuck what they say,
I’m a fight every night baby,

I got to fight, I got to fight,
I got to fight, and I don’t got the right,
to surrender when I remember the secrets revealed,
to me in past and I can’t keep it sealed,
Oh no I got to fight, I got to fight,
I got to fight and I got to strike,
first before it gets worst I’ll sucker punch,
the curse with this verse while these mother fuckers lunch,
because I got to fight, I got to fight,
I got to fight, I got a light,
in my head, I have to spread the word by letting my voice,
be heard and using logic as my weapon of choice,
Oh yes I got to fight, I got to fight,
I got to fight, and I got to light,
the fire and inspire a platoons,
desire to get higher so we can fly to the moon,

until then I don’t give a fuck what they say,
I’m a sing my fight song everyday,
I don’t give a fuck what they say,
I’m a fight every night baby.

Another Radio Ghost Sighting

More mysterious recordings from your neighborhood Radio Ghost kids in Philly.  This one is with me, Yikes, and Tommy Tucker.  Always entertaining stuff.

More PKG Photo Shoot Stuff

Philadelphia is so dirty that it’s a work of art.  It’s grunge background heaven.  I would much rather have a cleaner Philly but you take the good with the bad.  Big props to PKG of course.  You can check them out at PKG215.com.  You can check out 9th Element (the dude beside me) at 9thelement.com and you can check out photographer Jalil Simpson at wegonemakeit.blogspot.com.  All good peoples.

More blog love

This weeks love goes to Picknicka at todayssongis.wordpress.com.

They show love so I show love back.  Check out their blog for good musica.

 

E. Grizzly – Meanstreak Remix (In 2 Parts)

Today’s song is exceptionally no video because the quality on Soundcloud was much better. It’s from E. Grizzly, a MC and songwriter from Miami / USA. His Genre is Hip Hop or how he self call it nerd rap. I also added the YouTube-Version in the weekly playlist.

• Site: egrizzly305.wordpress.com
• SoundCloud: soundcloud.com/egrizzly
• MySpace: myspace.com/erikgrizzly
• Facebook: facebook.com/egrizzly305
• YouTube: youtube.com/user/ErikGrizzly
• Twitter: twitter.com/EGrizzly305

 

 

 

Staring at the sun

I can’t stop staring, at the sun and I’m not caring,
because it’s fun but it blinds me, it designs me, it defines me,
as a real man, but I feel scammed,
I got to get out of this prison, get out of this system while I still can,
but I can’t look away, and i bit the hook today,
and yesterday i took the bait I’m not proud of it but the crowd loves it,
it’s a raw attraction, but it’s all distractin’,
I can’t focus because of this bogus interaction,
between me and you, I can’t help seeing through,
all the horse shit of course it’s there but what we need to do,
is to stop the lying, and stop complying,
to the rules we’re the fool that abuse ourselves so stop the crying,
and stop the bitchin’, if you still got a pot to piss in,
and if you got food and feel sad or mad then dude you got to listen,
don’t look to play, the game just look away,

but we can’t look away, I can’t look away,
and I cant stop staring at the sun I cant stop staring,
I can’t look away, I cant look away, I cant look away, I can’t look away

and I cant stop gazing, at the sun I’m like a hot raisin,
all dried up, lyed up, eyes wide shut, and I cant stop chasing,
the american illusion, a bunch of fear and confusion,
I’m scared of nothing, fronting and I’m unaware of what I’m choosing,
cause my third eyes blind, but if you shine I shine,
and it’s prime time we can talk and walk the fine line until it’s my time,
to leave this fucking earth, I tried my best for what its worth,
and theres not alot we can do when we see the truth but it hurts,
so dont ever feel ashamed, if you ever feel this pain,
your not alone your at home in the zone because I feel the same,
and this is our song, so when it’s all wrong,
you can put this on we can think about all the in and outs untill the doubt’s all gone,
and stop the bitchin’, if you still got a pot to piss in,
and if you got food and feel sad or mad then dude you got to listen,
don’t look to play, the game just look away,

but I can’t look away.