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"Who Shall I Say Is My Teacher?"
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From the depths of America’s finest city, two artists emerge with determination, skill, and pure talent to bring a new innovative sound to the face of Hip Hop.
From the depths of America’s finest city, two artists emerge with determination, skill, and pure talent to bring a new innovative sound to the face of Hip Hop. The two combine to form Akaliko, a unique band of microphone bandits and beat composers. Akaliko has been developing their skill for the last few years in the San Diego area. Ja, am I in? (Jamin Barnes) hails from Sacramento where he’s been honing his lyrical creativity for the last decade. Humble Idea (James Roit) has been developing his musical gift since youth in the suburbs of Chicago. Their musical talent continues to grow and knows no boundaries. The group has independently released a full length LP “Unconditioned to Time and Season”, which was well received by the underground communities of both southern and northern California. They are currently working on a new project “Da Tighty Whiteys”, and are more than nine songs deep. Akaliko continues to do shows not just locally, but in different states and countries. The group had the unique opportunity to do the first live Hip Hop performance in Darwin, Australia. For more information on the group go to www.akalikomusic.com. Akaliko is determined to challenge the status quo. They would rather be leaders than followers. The following contains a small sample of their talent. I guarantee you will hear more from them in years to come.
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Peak #1,419
Peak in subgenre #119
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December 16, 2003
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Control Alt Delete Ja, am I in?: Fools comin' in lookin' like a chinchilla Fallin' off harder than Micheal Jackson did after Thriller While I flip more shit than them dudes out in Manilla You gotta be that big baller Super killer with hella scrilla Man you're sadder than Old Yeller Cause you're blinder than Helen Keller I put my cash in the automated teller So my checks don't bounce like a Chevelet Impala Mister shot caller Why you got that sweat ring around your collar? Did you do the dirty deed and sold out for the dollar? I'm too broke to bother No thanks Usin' invisible ink And now you're steady drawin' blanks You the "jank" in janky You need to be rollin' deeper than that to fuck with me You made a bad call a western conference final referee And I'm unshakable like Mike Bibby when he bustin' frees So bitch please The Delta Breeze up in this River City Lyrical fitness Technique is ironfist Omniconsciousness of knowin' Like Tahoe snow meltin' in the river I keep on flowin' Sacrament tip toein' upon my way SD is where I'm at and Sac Town's where the heart stays Never sway from the road I pick Even if you ate a box of laxative you couldn't run shit You're ill equipped You should never hold on I watch your whole collapse like the business of Enron I don't care if they play your song on the radio all day long You be dancin' in your video sexy like Don Juan You still get beheaded like a baptist named John We be runnin' these underground tunnels like our ass was the Viet Cong chorus: Control Alt Delete You need to start all over Control Alt Delete Reconsider your motive Control Alt Delete But no matter what happens you'll still be remembered As the whackest emcee on the planet Humble Idea: I love your lyrics cause they run so deep They fit together make my soul complete At the end of the song I feel revived I'm just so happy now to be alive So I can listen to you one more time And hear about how many Escalades that you drive You're always makin' me realize And appreciate the better things in life Like diamond earrings that bling when they shine And smokin' a dime Fuckin' the hoes Man I wish it was mine I love it when I hop in my car at night And pop on the radio and hear you all the time At home I sit and watch your videos By the pool with all your dirty hoes And all your crew with all the flashy clothes And no one knows that I think that you're pros And I suppose that maybe one day I'll be there too Rubin' on some booty too Drivin' around a Bentley too Partyin' on a yacht too That's what I want to do I want to think that I'm top notch while children watch And spread my ignorance to gentle minds Developing a personality to stand the test of time Writin' a catchy rhyme just to make a buck Fuck that noise You need to come with some poise to get respect from me That hot beat is nothin' but half the equation to me I'm takin' you out because the shit don't add up I'm stuck cuttin' a rug blockin' out your silly voice -October 18, 2002 (chorus)
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