As he tells it, the sample generally comes from three distinct methods of manipulating a source: the perfect loop, the chop and playing a record in reverse.
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Inspiration can come from the invisible hand of divinity, but it's more likely to emerge from the dull serendipity of trial and error. It's what he's expressing to the cameras without needing to say it explicitly. It is Burial distorting Ray J to sound like a forlorn deity singing requiems from a peat bog.ĭJ Dahi understands this. This was the innovation that inspired the first half of Kanye's career - the one that established a template for Dipset to artfully goon to.
It is the RZA's evolution from looping Stax 45s to speeding up creaking gospel samples, alchemizing what eventually became chipmunk soul. It is King Tubby live on a four-track, pioneering dub and the remix by muting and mutilating voices, adding echoes, reverb and crashes that simulated gun shots and thunder claps. It is DJ Screw inventing an entire sub-genre by warping vocals into a king snake crawl as swamp-like as the Houston summer. If you miss your chance, they vanish into some quicksand broth of brain matter, idly waiting for reignition. The audience hears, reads and watches the refinements of endless attempts to capture flickering echoes and fractured ideas. Shit, and he ain't even trippin' off them damn dominoes anymore.Creativity is the sum of improvised experiments and casual vigilance. Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, 'cause of that big ol' fat ass Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, 'cause of that big ol' fat ass. This man is on one, he feelin' good as a motherfucker. Look, shit, shit, I just wanna get out the house, man. I figured you weren't gonna be back here on time anyways. In the streets with a heater under my Dungareesĭreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is When you eatin' cheese from the government?įrom the gardens where the grass ain't cutīitches sellin' pussy, niggas sellin' drugs Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way! They say your hood is a pot of gold (A pot of gold)īe the last one out to get this dough? No way! Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish (Ya bish) Gang signs out the window, ya bish (Ya bish)
Pull off at Church's, with Pirellis skirtin' (Pirellis skirtin') That Louis Burgers never be the same (Won't be the same)Ī Louis belt that never ease that pain (Won't ease that pain)īut I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin' (That day is jerkin')
He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish (Ya bish) Two bullets in my uncle Tony head (My Tony head) You know, "Big Ballin' With My Homies" (My homies)Įarl Stevens had us thinkin' rational (Thinkin' rational, that's rational)īack to reality, we poor, ya bish (Ya bish)Īnother casualty at war, ya bish (Ya bish) Money trees is the perfect place for shadeĪ dollar might say fuck them niggas that you came withĪ dollar might just make that lane switchĪ dollar might turn to a million and we all richīump that new E-40 after school (Way after school) Through canals and alleyways, just to say You lookin' like a easy come-up, ya bish (Ya bish)Ī silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish (Ya bish)Īnd that's a lifestyle that we never knew (We never knew)īut the one in front of the gun lives forever Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (See dollar signs)
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The only thing we had to free our mind (Free our mind) Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish (Ya bish) Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (Ya bish) Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on ("Let Burn" came on) I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros (Tell my bros) Home invasion was persuasive (Was persuasive)įrom nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish (Ya bish)ĭreams of livin' life like rappers do (Like rappers do)īack when condom wrappers wasn't cool (They wasn't cool) Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit' it, ya bish? (Ya bish) Uh, me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish (Ya bish) Kendrick Lamar Lyrics Kendrick Lamar Lyrics.
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