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mY bOoK oF rHyMeS
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Bushido's eleventh track. I got inspired after listening to the song 'Book of Rhymes' from the album 'Stillmatic' by Nas, so I figured I'd make my own version, complete with page-turning sound effects, multiple verses, the works.
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Name: Jeremy Blum Nicknames: Blummer, JB, JAB, Shoryu Crew: Nerds While AZN Nationality: Half White, Half Asian (you figure out the exact mix) Biggest Musical Influences - Mike Shinoda, Tiger JK (of Drunken Tiger), Tablo (of Epik High) I started rapping in 2003 years ago, mainly because I really loved hip-hop and wanted to try creating my own musical works. I quickly found out that I had a knack for it, and I also discovered that I loved making music and sharing it with the world. I originally began rapping with my crew, Nerds While AZN (if you haven't already, you should check our group site out @ soundclick.com/nerdswhileazn) but since then I've mostly done solo work and have finished three mixtapes on my own. I hope you'll enjoy my music, find something that you think sounds tight, and come away with a few favorites. Thanks.
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Peak #6,518
Peak in subgenre #3,581
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Blummer
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June 13, 2006
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MP3 4.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:10
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Blummer - mY bOoK oF rHyMeS i'm like a renaissance painter my canvas is this beat i use my words as a brush to formulate the heat over multiple street beats my songs are elusive treats manipulating your mind everytime they ring in your head like the sound of the chime whenever i speak a vowel it's so sublime there's dope in every line, yo, it should be a crime for me to utter and murmur these punchlines an incredible sign of the times you will find when you flip on the player and you hear me rhyme and just keep in mind that i'm still in my prime i climb above the grime, slime, mud, and mimes and all the wannabe thugs who wanna be black when they're really yellow as lime we're only doing this part-time still i'm better than ya'll it's like i'm a dollar and ya'll are just dimes yo, you better hit rewind please realize, that it's hard to maintain when the stress and the pain's flowin' back to my brain and the words that i say might sound like a complaint so i gotta step back, pull a quick feint hang with you a minute, take time to appreciate the love we got that cancels out the hate look how they categorize us pathetics and lames, as "good kids" who won't ever get caught up in the game when they don't realize, anyone could go insane from the ignorant stereotypes, mad pain and strain we wear glasses on the face instead of red bandanas and don't rock black tees emblazed with Tony Montana no doo rags, no puffy jackets colored with gold no chains hanging from the neck, no blunts bein' rolled but appearances deceive, and deception is key we still bust verbal slugs, make hiphop harmony yo, looks are a front, the lyricism's what matters you should see them 1980s pics of Marshall Mathers so the next time you see that scrawny dude on the bench with his pen and pad out, his face lookin' clenched don't judge him 'cause he's weird, abnormal, or white he's probably writing some crazy crack to burn you tonight hiphop is a strange science, yo, look what it's done not many living legends, the last to go was Big Pun but across the world the impact is evident Tokyo rappers rappin' to the beat of Dead Presidents songs on the radio, played 24/7 Stans worship favorite rappers like they're Mana from heaven and the thug image is everywhere, mean mugging everwhere everything gets watered down, i find it hard to care about half of the trash on the airwaves these days i hear the same drum loops, it's cliche suburban preps after smoking purple haze now be throwing them signs up, yo, what a bizarre phase we all die one day, someday we all pass away we all drift to the nether on wings of grey and the measure of a man is what he's left behind his legacy, the results of his life on the grind and as i sit here, formulating words in my head i wonder what'll be left when i'm long and dead will they remember me as a creative soul who wrote esoteric rhymes to work towards a goal or will they recall me as a fool who seemed to only care about his visions and far-fetched dreams all i know is that attention has come to these rap skills they're comin' up to me now, like "you got mad skills" but with the attention there's a lot of scrutiny sometimes i'm wanna forget the rap, run a mutiny the name Shoryu? man, i forget where it's from i'd rather they take the time to know Jeremy Blum
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