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Lying in Chalk
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'Lying In Chalk' makes Top Ten local release list of 2006. And by local, I think the Iowa Newspaper is speaking galacticaly.
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Producer, beats, hip-hop, rap, dope, electronic, dj, iowa, smooth, raw, hard, slow, fast, listen, free.
I am a producer, I produce artists and bands from a variety of different genres from folk to rock to hip-hop. I also make beats holler at me if you are feelin them.
Song Info
Genre
Beats • Beats General
Charts
Peak #3,254
Peak in subgenre #1,237
Author
Matt Bar/Jamo
Rights
Renaissance Entertainment
Uploaded
August 25, 2007
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:18
Story behind the song
We went to the studio with a set of songs we were going to record for the album, this one we came up with between set breaks at the studio and it ended up being the title track.
Lyrics
Where you see the sun, I see the Lord’s spotlight/the world is a stage and it’s made of Hip-Hop right?/girl save a page in you diary chalk-white/the poetry I’m going to inspire should be locked tight/I’m not right/I’m left handed/I’m a bandit/that’s been abandoned by a band of fanatics/Like addicts in attics who smoke what they can/I stab at the static but I don’t understand/Why I’m CHORUS: Lyin’ in chalk, to all my former friends I’m lyin’ in chalk And I would love to love you but I’m lyin’ in chalk The Ramblin’ MC’s dead, Lyin’ in chalk My mind is tough/with my Midas touch/when I flow like this, get a Rider’s rush/If you high then hush/just sit back, get back/make you think that your spliff’s been split with a little bit of crack/rock a bye-bye baby, hanging from the tree-top/like to fly high baby, slowly do my feet drop/only when the beat drop/Jamo gotta give you thanks/flow so tight inside I’m like a riverbank/deliver bank/ends with no end in sight/friends from my past will brag “he was a friend of mine”/you parasite/compare me to a Paris night/back in the days when the jazz age came to life/I was CHORUS Pour some wax/in a shot glass/take a sip of that yeah/fire fills your body I’m just tryin’ to make it last/ask/me if/secrets/keep me sleepless/I’m a deeper sleeper than The Sphinx down in Egypt/riddle you with riddles, but I will not stop/like a kid and paddidles, I got to hit the top/listen to the laws/but the lesson’s in the pause/I represent the Renaissance - pass the bud/get high of buddha, til your eyes like Buddha’s/I thought that I knew you ya/til I saw right through ya/get high off Buddha/til your eyes like Buddha’s/I thought that I knew ya/til I saw right through your eye am CHORUS Jesus Christ/were my shit set right/I would split that MIC/be the ‘I’ between MC/Backwards: C.I.M/far too creative/inundated mouthpiece/moons fill when I’m hollowing…I sing/with a scorpion sting/a death rattle/first I battled the King Cyrus/now my eyes out for Goliath CHORUS
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