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No one knows the time passing by.

I remake my universe every time I use a verse
To fulfill my destiny, emcees rest in peace
Side barriers provide care within
From impurities every word sees your attention like thirddegree
I subjugate you other fake performers while the bass of yourface
No sense you be in attempt fleeting
Emcees siphon my likeness
Biting my insides like five enchiladas
This plain of existence is amazingly different
From my orbital oratory always going for the glory
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You pop wide open from my slice slogans
I stay in effect with alien tech
Make you wanna say he’s the best
With synchronization with commendation its armor plated hard to fake it
Never carbonated, scar your matrix
Virtually uncertainty, murk your mediocre sheets and sofa
With my style of energy, del assembling
A realm where anything, is possible
NASA scientists can’t define this
Mechanical mind set diamond alignment

[chorus]

Mathematical astro grapple a flow, pterodactyl
Very factual crash course, last resort, cast me off
At last we warp to my own world, my own neurological cubbyhole
Open the airshaft I’ll be there fast!
With spare raps to tear back their mass
Deltron experimental critical literal
Professor test the pitiful
Micronautalyst interchangeable
All of this gamma grammar far from bema
Got mind control bandannasÂ
To control your clan with scanners
Brand the planet like a band of bandits
Who man the cannons and guns with random
Sub atomic, love of logic, bug with phonics
Tub of chronic low in bridle with controlling ciphers
Unraveling rhyme, in traveling time
Alien life form mail in a pipe bomb
Deltoid life long I write songs
Monarch absolute, serve a glass of proof
When I vanish leave my spirit in a planet
On top of the surface my words and wit emerging

[chorus]

…..The GORILLAZ. Turns out Deltron 3030 caught the ears of the folks putting Gorillaz together at the time and helped inspire their signature sound.

Who fuses the music
With no illusions
Producing the blue prints
Clueless?
Automator defy the laws of nature
Electronic monolith throw a jam upon the disc
The futuristic looper with the quickness
Hyperpatudes(?) and hydrogen fusions keep your distance

First we coerce your brain patterns
Colaborate with time consume and reprogram it
I apply the flow cannon
The combo so slamin
Automically reconstruct the old canvas
His logic impress
A hypnotic effect
Ya latin patent you could call it a gift
Man he all in the mix nuclear physicist
Geneticlly taylored every bit of this stimulus

Psyonically bionically forget how you feel
Especially formulated the rest of you fornicated
It takes more to make this
He juggles variables
Unparreled propulsion to carry the load
Nueral surgeon the purest virgin conducting currents
Musical merlin he shines like sterling
Watch the Automator draw laser of a higher intensity
And instantly miss a beat create a symphony

Hey I know now repeat automators an the planet earth
and hes gonna stop the war of the worlds
Deltron Zero is here as well take the cut for real
He told ya all, even dudes as he is truly gifted in the matters of rhythm
Ya you got to give him that
In his infnite

And support real shyt please! Cause there won’t be no real shyt if we keeping giving money to systematic wack shyt that we know is wack, so gone head and pick up the Deltron 3030 Album at iTunes [+] or at Amazon [+]. But none the less its a classic ahead of its time.

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Yes, they have their own TV channel that plays in all 4 hotels.

I must appeal to you people with your faculties
Cuz everybody else is gonna laugh at me
People try to get over and take a crack at me
The universe is one and I can see what rap can be glorious
Put in the Smithsonium my podiums for holy hymns
But you see whos controlling them
F**k myself off cuz of the egotistical mode I’m in
No I can’t slap you no five
When you and your cutty is talkin shit about me outside
People take pride in what they have no hand in
Sorta like a phantom holographic handsome
But deep inside he wants to do what his man done
Just because his peers cheer and and clown
When your six foot deep no one hears you now
They say were not compatible like deers and cows and owls
So many rules and regulations say you’re not allowed

I’m caught in the grip of the city Madness (X4)

If I had to describe the way I survive its like vice squeezin
The reason I’m black and still breathin
Heathens will breed heathens so
Everybody’s suspect I must check your ID
Cuz you lookin sheisty you might be intelligence
Someone that Del’s against
Opposite or positive
When I drop the law against nature be faithful
Why should I hate you we ain’t that different

We may act differen’t in some ways
But we still grouped together like a f**kin survey
Sufferin and f**k em all’s the motto
I’m trapped in a bottle
My music’s gettin hollow
That’s what happens when humanity you follow
Where every leak or info is hard to swallow
Sell your Marlboros and car insurance
Put niggas on the moon and can’t pay your burdens
I smoke herb and rock a turban
Meditate on the world and whats occurrin
A lot of white boys like the style and copy
Dig in something deeper and youll peep that were not free
It’s not about the seperation its about the population

Simple minded people always poin’t the finger
To bring it to a close as if life is their role, their path
When all paths are intersections
It all depends on the persons perception
When I’m mad as f**k you get shot
To tis(?) so is bad luck
I believe you held something back for too long
It grew strong
And enegy has its own will
And people think they make music still
But music is there with out you or me we just manipulate
For better or worse so let it situate
I get to make records and dough
Paid out the ass hole
And still seen as another face on the totem pole
Conquer, my sponsors are monsters
And everybody thinks that I owe them one
I’m glad I love music and life
cuz it’s easy to see the pain and strife and end it all tonight

I’m caught in the grip of the city Madness (X4)

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Speak Easy is Atlanta based rapper Sean Fahie. He just dropped a new mixtape called Words Have Power. I recall having a discussion with Sean about how the best albums are the ones that you can hit play once, go clean the house, cook breakfast and the record is still playing without any tracks skipped.

Words Have Power is one of those records. Sean’s flow reminds me a bit of Del tha Funky Homosapien, but his lyrical content is closer to Moka Only’s. I highly recommend this mixtape to hip hop heads who are into artists like Mr. Lif, Pharcyde, early Common and Curren$y.

You can stream all of Words Have Power here

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“One Good Reason” is the taken from Steed Lord’s upcoming “Heart II Heart” album that will be released exclusively on Beatport september 7th and on iTunes, Amazon and all other digital stores september 28th.

The idea for this video was born at a WeSC photo shoot last spring in LA when WeSC Activists Steed Lord and Andrew Hardingham bonded on an air pumping bass level and decided to make a music video together. A few weeks later Andrew flew into LA to shoot for two days with Steed Lord. The rest is history.

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Director: M.E.G.A
Editor: Eddie House
DOP: M.E.G.A + Egill Edvardsson
Stylist/Makeup: Kali
Producer: New Crack City Records © 2010

“One Good Reason” is already available along with previous singles from the album and a bunch of great remixes on Beatport! Check it out!

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You can listen to One Good Reason and the others singles and remixes now on soundcloud.com/steedlord.
And soon you can pre-order a limited edition of Steed Lord’s new album “Heart II Heart” on steedlord.com

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I wasn’t planning on blogging this week, but I just found out that Paste Magazine, based in Decatur, has ceased its print publication, and I’m guessing there won’t be much else left after that. I hate to see this mag go, because at one time long ago it was fairly decent, but I have to say that I’m not very surprised this happened, and from my perspective, it was nobody’s fault but their own. I didn’t want to pile on them when they were struggling, because as much smack as I talk to other music journalists around here, I don’t want people to actually lose their jobs or anything. But now that Paste is done, I’m going to explain exactly why they have sucked so hard recently. I have absolutely no idea what their monetary situation was, but I’ll outline the reasons I feel Paste failed, and if other print mags happen to come across this, they might want to pay attention because they could be next.

Top 3 Reasons Why Paste Failed:

1) Old People shouldn’t be in charge of covering music for kids.

Now, I’m sort of slitting my own throat on this one as I’m not exactly getting any younger, and I’m sure people who want to make music journalism a career will hate this, but it’s true. A few months ago I received a promo email from one of Paste mag’s high-up dudes, shilling for some local band. I listened to the band, and they played the most cliche’ hard rock garbage, which no one has actually cared about for at least twenty years. I thought, if this guy that helps run Paste really believes in this band, if he is willing to spend his own time backing this particular group, just exactly how out of touch with what’s happening in music today is this guy and Paste Magazine on the whole? And that was their biggest problem; Paste had become so out of touch with the music scene it was covering. They were evaluating music based on ideals that were obsolete and anachronistic. As much as they were pioneers in a lot of different ways, they were cavemen when in came to gripping the current music climate.

Now, there are certainly logistical problems to letting kids run a mag. For instance, it is difficult to find people who possess both the knowledge of current styles and sharpened writing skills. But that’s exactly what talent scouts should be looking for, and as soon as they find them, they should be looking for the next ones to replace them. Instead, these institutions are typically run by a small handful of people, lost in their own bubble, slowly racing towards inevitable irrelevance. Sure, there are exceptions, really great music writers who have weathered plenty of eras well, but for the most part, people who are getting paid the most for music journalism by older institutions are by and large older journalists who could easily be outmatched by a kid in his pajamas in his parent’s basement.

The heart of it is this: If you are not putting an immense amount of effort in keeping up with current trends, you will be left behind.

2) Inconsistent voices will be ignored.

Even when Paste was more in tune with what was going on, they were always terrible at discerning the good from the great. Nobody could possibly count on Paste’s numerical values of reviews, because there was no cohesive rhyme or rhythm to them. It felt like there was a whole bunch of different people all tossing around opinions randomly. It may seem that in theory being democratic about the many voices inside your institution will reach an even-handed, median voice, but in practice it doesn’t work. That is one of the biggest reasons blogs have taken over, because most of the time they contain a singular voice. There are lots of music journalists who I read regularly that I rarely agree with in terms of music taste, but I can always count on them being consistent with their evaluations, and thus I can make sound assumptions based on their work. Just having a hodgepodge of opinions is beyond useless for the end user. One of Pitchfork’s biggest achievements is managing their writers and numerical grades. Even though hundreds of different people write their reviews, you can always count on Pitchfork to have a reason for their tone and number grades, whether we disagree with them or not.

The only big institutions that will survive this print-tumbling era will be the ones who develop and maintain a consistent voice.

3) Music journalism isn’t as important as it used to be.

This is another one that my many music journalist friends won’t want to hear, but you ignore it at your own peril. Before anyone with the slightest bit of resourcefulness and access to the Internet could download any record they wanted, there was a need for gatekeepers to inform the masses what was worth their dollar. But now, aggregators and torrent site’s top lists do a better job of efficiently communicating the best new music then 99% of music journalists out there. With so much music being created, and attention spans of readers diminishing, there just isn’t that much demand for long-winded, deep-digging album reviews. People want to know whether they’ll like the record or not, plain and simple. Now we may all want to harken back to a simpler time when music journalism came with it a certain amount of status and honour, but today most paid music journalists are nothing more than concealed publicists, pandering to their ever decreasing amount of ad revenue. We may all wish that people couldn’t steal music, and that everyone who wants to could stay employed, but you can’t operate a business on wishful thinking.

The economics is this: Demand is shrinking, and supply is growing exponentially. If you don’t understand this, your music mag will fail, and even if you do understand this, your mag will still probably fail.

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