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Loops 29 to 36

by PE

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1.
Loop 29 (Determination) 01:20
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Puffing Ls in public places, so flagrant- it's amazing what she gets away with, I call her NORE- God's favorite, and I can't say shit 'cause I feel the same... And she's a vision enough to base religion on- worshipping the earth that her feet have tip-toed upon, I smoked a tonne just to build up resistance, but who am I kidding? I'll do her bidding, play the fool to the full part, I will obsess, profess my lust throwing poisoned darts, my lonely art- at least the pain has benefits, hitting the pad, when I'm mad, writing better shit... the gift and the curse, but compared to her bite the kisses were worse... tongue like a scimitar, crooning, busting chops, almost juxed me with a guitar, no liquor but I'd lick ya in a minute, not a blunt, but baby I would hit it, you already know these lyrics so tell me why you're bashful, content with me in limbo, like I wouldn't have you open, hoping for the Buckshot, legs gummy, fitting to crush ya like Finsta Bundy, broke and bummy or rich and hungry you're gonna love me, you're gonna love me...
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Loop 30 (You Love To Hate) 01:56
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I'm in the middle of the madness sans a Sade, darling, call me Chrissy with the cola-colored surname, the man with the wit to put the fizz up in your champagne, so you can be that Bitch and give these clowns the real thing, then the world better watch out we grow like time and space, expanding as we knock out- pop stars and corrupt solar systems, sucker emcees who love to claim victim, they dismiss me as bug 'cause I'm fly talking slick showing kids- this is drugs, and they're the pimps for alcohol and cigarettes make their profit cultivating idiots Once again, it's on this ain't nothing for the rap sauvant, the nonchalant prime minister where Tjader haunts rolling like bon-temps stomping to the pulpit and let you fucks know I see through your bullshit! Now who do you love to hate? 'Cause I talk shit, smoke a whole eighth plus I don't fake- you're praying so I fall off, uptown- broads hopping on the sawed off, go at your funds 'til you're bums, potholes in my style- fuck up your rims, where I'm from, No need for ink, I'll use the pen to shank any Juan Dela Cruz, faking the blues...
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Loop 31 (Too Killer) 01:38
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I got a world, but I'm about to switch all that 'cause this world keeps frontin' on these dope ass raps, while other emcees sound like "fish out of water", i'm breast-stroking butterfly, front-crawling- getting nowhere fast the story of my life, encoded on these tracks, made its way here and spanned the world over, doper than thou- stoned or sober, so put my shit on blast- close your eyes and tell me do you feel my math? I'm a one man band these clowns claim performer "We don't believe you- you need more people!" Ey yo PE, you won't hit without a chorus, Degrassi High raps or battle rap boredom you're too killer, cool and calculated these broads want goons unplanned and spontaneous I can't shake the hurt might as well turn around and make it work into a rainy day mood cigars split in half wrap dank brain food as the bass pulsate groove of the soul I keep the faith full for the Q-C and all it's floodwaters Ey yo PE, you won't hit without a chorus, Degrassi High raps or battle rap boredom you're too killer, cool and calculated these broads want goons unplanned and spontaneous
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Loop 32 (PE's Stereo) 01:52
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I got to shake their bullshit off me, break away and rock it properly, bring that stereo for monotony and burn away, burn away (x2) Yo ask your love who got her wild- it's no surprise they bite the style, so then I flip and wait for them to get it compare it to this and now they look pathetic, I change the break and switch the speak, they studied hard but still can't freak the pattern of slang the sample technique, I'm cooking up a feast so you biters can eat, it's been like this since '96 I cut my teeth with some Greenwich kids, went to New Orleans some fuckers tried to follow, they worried about today I'm thinking 'bout tomorrow I got to shake their bullshit off me, break away and rock it properly, bring that stereo for monotony and burn away, burn away (x2) Pull up a seat- you fuckers 'bout to get it, compliments of me, though I'll never get the credit, I'll let it be, don't care about impressing naturally, the shit is automatic, my submachine- open-bolt and blowback plus better than new, feel warm like throwback I'm better than who? You already know that and this ain't talk I fucking show that... I got to shake their bullshit off me, break away and rock it properly, bring that stereo for monotony and burn away, burn away (x2)
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Loop 33 (Free Time) 01:43
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Masala for lunch and the company was grateful, 'cause the weather brought cold, so skip the mantecado he let his heart pour- heavy on the spicy, cola for relief, true peace- filling fronta up with leaf, thunder rumbled in the distance over faraway mountains yet lightning tapped his head from there sprung a fountain amounting to pouting over half-baked instrumentals partly blame the storm for the feeling and the tempo I should've played Nintendo these songs pressing vanity the sample's off beat on the edge of sanity while women half-deep contracting leprosis he dry under a roof examining artistic process sold in heavy dosage is he guilt for his function? knowing there's no thing as a scott-free luncheon there came another rumbling- the busy of the bass tone put off by a freestyle in lieu of a paid poem the dream of the gleam of a shiny new beatbox the allure of the cure that you never want to detox the grin of the face of a dime piece shotty the sound of the song as she dance and rock her body that lift when you take an overseas vacation post it on Facebook and everybody hating What's the matter world? Ain't you happy that I'm free? Spending rainy daze wordplaying over beats chopped off rock songs whatever the genre low on the stress enjoying my time off (x2)
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Loop 34 (95 Theses) 01:46
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For sun rays and Sundays on more than just one day my tongue spray like gun play poke holes in the clouds I'm Daily Operating as a Guru like Keith using loops and breakbeats against a hegemony that made 'em ignorant cogs in the machine playing for the Romans spolarium dreams so I'm sitting on a stoop just to kick it to y'all the advice is- watch your step and make sure you don't fall for the celebre cause or whatever holy war if chopping one head seems to spring two more just tell cousin, bring the firebrand and scorch the stumps of their necks after my verse has disconnected them and be you and never them never them this is my '95 theses... My '95 theses. Check the credentials the verse written in pencil the message is the truth potentially mend you it intends to- you should allow it it compels you- you should follow it then meta-morph your self and become like no one other take the word and spread it to your sisters and your brothers let's go against the world like Lesane P. Crooks creating currency and have the system shook throw the Kindle at wackness and all these bible thumpers (that ain't hip hop!) and rap by the numbers plus we don't need TV or radio selling music hand to hand like we cooking up yayo now airplay sounds like betrayal backstabbing Bambata with its farfetched portrayal you want to wreck? first learn the elements and don't just rap go out and better it my 95 Theses... This is my 95 Theses.
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Loop 35 (4 You & Yours) 02:38
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Loop 36 (High Bias) 02:10
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I did these songs in sequential order starting Friday, August 16th and ending the following week, on the 23rd.

All tracks were recorded in Quezon City, Philippines.


On the evening of the 18th, tropical storm Maring entered the area of Luzon and began rain down heavily on the region. The monsoon would continue to batter the city for the next four days.

To defeat cabin fever, I wanted to do a song a day of my own rhymes and instrumentals- but I had to employ my sibling PIPS and his lovely beats for the last two tracks of the exercise.

Everything was recorded on an old Apple Mac Mini running PreSonus Studio One software.

The beats are all sample based- hip hop as I remember it, in the vein of Prince Paul, DJ Muggs, Easy Mo Bee, etc.

I wrote and recorded the verses almost immediately after making the beats.

The recording process took on the manner of a "mix tape", in that I was not so much interested in the perfection of the songs but rather just hammering one out every day for a week.

I also drew the cover art work.


Thanks for listening!

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released August 25, 2013

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All rhymes and beats by PE, except for "High Bias" and "4 You & Yours" which are beats by PIPS.

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