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The Best Of 2K8 (10 Albums To You Need To Hear Before Year’s End) #5

by Eric on December 31, 2008

“Suburban Sprawl”-Donwill & Suhburb (Click To DL)

“Sittin At The Bar” (Demo)


Next up, we have this crazy, distorted, noisy album that arrived earlier this summer virtually outta’ nowhere as a free download, no less. Donwill, 1/3 of underground favs Tanya Morgan, along with producer suhBurb has released one of the most musically “sound” albums in 2008 with “Suburban Sprawl”, a project that was believed to have originated in early 2006. According to Donwill:

“suhBurb would send these 15 minute long mp3 beat tapes to us and they would flow like an album. I remember the one that originally sparked the idea was the “Brazil Beat tape” (sounds like a porno now that i think about it) and when i had heard it i liked so much of it that i jokingly suggested to him that i would just write verses, two track it and release that. A few emails, AIM conversations, phone calls and years later and we are both proud to present to you “Suburban Sprawl”.

Donwill also added: “Some of you may have heard the demo’s of the songs from “Suburban Sprawl via (Donwill & Illyas’) “Beat Thieves 2″. Some are featured on “Mixing In Action” and some were passed on by me to my several sets of second ears either out of boredom, frustration or i just wanted a critique on what they sounded like. The thing to understand about the demo’s of these songs is that those were the sketches that i submitted to suhBURB. The versions in the linked .zip file are the fully realized final creations. Loud, distorted, tinny, crunchy or strange; call it what you may but the one word that sums the collective body of work up best is intentional. Not enough people challenge themselves while making music, let alone the listener. After all there is no grand prize or award for making it to the end of an album, only an opinion and hopefully a glimpse into the time the artist spent between inception and release. This is our snapshot, hopefully the images are focused enough for you to see what we captured.”

Man, this collective effort between suhBURB and Dowill was bananas! I don’t know who this suhBURB cat is and I’d never even heard of him prior to the release of “Suburban Sprawl”, but who ever he is…he is hella’ talented! The production on this album is Radiohead meets Jimi Hendrix meets J Dilla, but most importantly it’s original.  Don’t be mistaken, Donwill is a proven emcee in his own right, but “Suburban Sprawl” was a very pleasant surprise as it received heavy rotation on the Ipod throughout much of 2008. If you have been sleepin’ on this release as well, be sure to peep it.. Also, I won’t hesitate to say that “Surburban Sprawl” was also one of the better listens of 2008.  Also see below where Donwill and suHburb break down the album, bit by bit:

“Night Time”

01 – The Tiki Torch

Donwill: this was one of the first beats I got for the project and I fell in LOVE with it but I never found words that matched the energy of the track, so I left it bare. But since the album is about me and suhBURB sharing total creative space his instrumentals are just as important as my vocals which is why it stands alone. I have no idea why it’s named ‘The Tiki Torch’, you’d have to ask ‘burb about that one…

SuhBURB: I think this is a Chambers Brothers sample? The drums were retarded and I couldn’t leave it alone. I had originally cooked it up for spec boogie as a remix beat for another track we did together – that still hasn’t seen the light of day, I think – but it kind of got lost in the shuffle. The name is left over from the original track, which kinda sounded like some party in the jungle shit.

02 – Sittin’ at the Bar Demo

VERSE 1: man listen isn’t women within criticism/ it’d be different if they didnt try to be so temptin/ cant still let hoes, tempt me with stilletos/ pedicured to the ones with the paint peeled toes/ like i aint get close to taken her outta her clothes/ know she wrong hittin on a man who faithful and yo/ cant keep a man so she out to lease another womans/ claim its for the sex only but distressed she runnin to him/ she dont ask or assume its really somethin she dont wanna know/ that way she dont feel like she bein a hoe/ maybe thats what turns her on tho forbidden fruit/ in the open tellin lies about her hidden truth/ sippin juice and vodka talkin bout nothin in particular/ got it all wrong she aint hardly how i figured her/ this is where i get off peace, see ya later VERSE 2: man listen isnt women within criticism/ its a given if you speakin then you tryna get with em/ not necessarily true, see what society do/ a simple conversation turns to inuendo then *POOF*/ now its like im in the wrong guys and girls cant get along/ cant just be friends, gotta see or show a thong/ gone head girl im grown, beyond being sex prone/ dont mistake idle chatter for you gettin hit on/ they got us all confused when they say that dudes/ know three kinda women, no appendix to the rules/ that every girl we know we either tryin, cant or wont cut/ thats fairly accurate until you fall in love or grow up/ but yall in luck you know what? heres a little secret/ if i say hi to a woman its because i feel like speakin/ just polite was raised right in fact i got a woman/ whats the screwface for all i said was how you doin

Donwill: Tanya Morgan songs have to come from somewhere and this is one of the original demos that I forwarded to the guys after weeks of ’should I keep this for myself’ contemplation. The song actually went thru a few mutations, the demo version then became the ‘VPND’ version that I was gonna just keep on suburban sprawl but it was one of those situations where not giving this song to the group was definitely for the greater good, and I’m sure a lot of people out there agree. I think the idea for the song actually came from the experience of being at a bar in Adam’s Morgan (DC STAND UP) and my random convo being mistaken for holleration.

SuhBURB: This is my Dilla tribute. I remember the day I figured out how he did the Jackson 5 flip that The Roots used for Can’t Stop This and losing my damn mind. The idea that you could chop a sample and speed it up without changing the pitch – and at the same time making the rhythm of it swing more and more – just fascinated me. And as much as I love that the full TM version of this is what they open their shows with, I really like Don’s demo version more, especially since I had a chance to finish the beat to my liking here.

03 – Baltimore Bitch

Donwill: The underlying theme of this project is ‘I don’t really give a fuck about your opinion, thanks’ and in applying said theme I was wondering what was one of the most jarring things I could do to people who love to box you in, that resulted in this song. The vocal samples in the song come from two other songs on the project (I’ll leave the figuring out up to you) I actually like Baltimore club/house music and all of its many variants for the most part, that shit goes hard.

All this new club stuff – Baltimore house, baile funk and even reaggeton – hits a chord with me. It’s deceptively simple, with the 4-on-the-floor beats and little vocal samples, but there’s a real power to it that a lot of more “serious” music is missing, in my opinion. This is me trying to respectfully honor that style and aesthetic. I want to make this into a full song for the remix that Che and Don are going to do, complete with air-raid sirens, gunshots and a rewind or two.

04 – Diwadiwadonald

dedicate til im dead in a crate/ and hauled off yall lost a livin and breathin great/ so lets celebrate like its 1999 again/ pray i write a rhyme my pen collectin dust and gathering/ bear the weight of the world, the fate of me and my girl/ debate the pay or the toil of makin watched pots boil/ just like a shots recoil i aint wastin no energy/ him famous, the infamous don f kennedy/ upon the bullets entry he, fled the life he led/ bled every word he said gushin forth from his head/ hand and heart, scan the charts son you’ll find none like him/ crawl before you walk, stumblin to run and bite him/ mc’s is teethin on the three ring or composition ruled/ (im) opposite the rule, following the path of them fools/ im self made, self taught, demons self fought/ out to pay myself first so the album self bought/ felt caught between a rock and hard place, rockin at a hard pace/ (like) rock hard in a broads face huggin on the first date/ a wolf in sheeps clothing, vintage jeans need sewing/ flippin nike boxes open, scuffless kicks that aint been broken in/ flyest thing flowin next to delta beverage service/ why you aint go first? yeah dog i know you nervous/ if i was you i would be too, im disgruntled and dont like you/ no tellin what i might do…

This song was actually named ‘Im’a win’ but I changed it. The name of this song comes from my love of watermarks. You will actually hear the ‘Diwadiwadonald’ watermark featured on a few songs throughout the project, simply because I like how watermarks sound. They are so fucking intrusive, especially when you are listening to some shit you really like. But when done correctly they are MAGIC… I’m not gonna tell you what watermark I’m imitating here but i will say the downloaded and burned copy of this cd etched that damn watermark into my brain for ever, to the point that when I play the purchased version of the album I miss them. this particular watermark is placed to cover a mistake that i made and didnt wanna fix.

SuhBURB: This is probably one of the oldest beats that Don picked for the album. Like a lot of my work, it had gone through a couple incarnations before he got his hands on it, and the details didn’t really come together until I was mixing the album. It’s a real ‘producers revenge’ mix: the drums are dumb low, the sample is distorted to shit, etc. etc. Doing this and a lot of the other beats on here, I was starting to get really tired of how my samples were sounding. I started making beats from a love of jungle and drum & bass, and the immense loudness of the music fascinated me. This, in a backwards way, tries to get at that.

05 – Salsoul

yo… don’t expect too much, play lifeless and just/ let em roll over, not sober cus I’m punch drunk/ staggered by blows, flaggin down woes, taggin up toes/ a dead man walkin, you can tell by the pose/ just a deer in the headlights, froze to get his head right/ but reaction time undermines his safety and his insight/ sounds grim right? nope, the outcome is miraculous/ stumbled back home after sustaining some damages/ handle this effortless, kill a beef or let it live/ so you can milk it endlessly and use it as a sedative/ peddle piss as lemonade and only fools will take it/ but for those who taste test less the sip, smile and fake it/ cus ain’t nothing sacred, achin joints and head from fightin life/ not rhymin its rock climbin tryna reach that higher height/ firefight the shit you call hot for the sake of something different/ water to a grease fire, decide if help or hindrance

Donwill: alot of these songs are supposed to have cuts on them, this is one of them. we’ll get it right next time tho….

SuhBURB: For the longest time I thought this song was about drunk driving. It’s not, obviously.

06 – Fly Me feat. Von Pea

VERSE 1: i gets busy and then keep puttin work in/ you tried to apply but didnt get the position/ ditched the pot to piss in, for one to bed a bitch in/ just understand when this ends we make our own pensions/ its the chairman of the boards ((SUHBURB))/ say word, and the team is lessondary so you know its superb/ yall sprawled out zonin, im appalled yall dont know him/ off the wall nigga go in! “yall some chiropractors holdin/ back catalog” know in fact, data logs showin that/ im involved so it got kinda bogged under stacks/ but its back now/ and as long as im in town with down time im jottin down rhymes/ plottin soundwise on how to stop them frown lines/ i let yall tell lies, you the hottest yeah right/ just get in line behind, we redesign the grind/ see in due time ill be reapin whats mine CHORUS: yall sprawled out sleepin we so sub urban (repeat x 2)/ yall sprawled out sleepin but he’s suburb/ fly me! VERSE 2: i cant feel ya, and id kill to/ ya such a cool brother to know, but so other than dope/ i tried i really did, mc get busy did/ the same jam it was just as lame damn/ link with me im tryna break the chain fam/ we wont shake the industry up but we can shake hands/ make plans G.O.T.H but black dont make up a fan base/ they aint sleepin you need to wake up/ no doze wont help no flows ya pose it shows/ ya no pro, but ill get you in the show/ only to come and watch not to come and try to flow/ bring some mixtapes to throw… word/ ill be over here with the talented, maybe try the clarinet/ go and be an engineer or something more challengin than this/ this is easy but you, you make it seem to be/ the hardest thing in the world, i aint tryna be evil b/ im just sayin

Donwill: when von heard this song he pretty much told me he was on it and wasn’t taking no for an answer. I think he literally sent me his verse in the same day as he got the demo. I consider this song the title track of the album. It’s kinda like those songs that people used to do dedicated to their dj and it sports that cool ass trademark suhBURB watermark that he puts on all his beat tapes. God I love watermarks…

SuhBURB: Good God, I love this song. If this albums production ethic could be summed up in one track it’d be this one. Everything’s wrong: the drums are enormous, to the point that they’re getting compressed. The sample is split between the two channels and distorted to hell. That fucks the vocal up. Don’t Don and Von sound like they’re stuck in the middle of the beat, rapping to you from a distance? And hell, at least Don is rapping at full volume. Von’s quietly dishing out some of the meanest shit I’ve ever heard in a verse; “you such a cool brother to know, but so other than dope.”

For a genre that’s got such a diverse sonic palette as hip-hop (regardless of what’s said over them, beats are made from ANYTHING, as long as it’s dope), there’s a real monotony that has sway over the way songs are mixed. It makes sense, if you’re listening to rap music, you probably want to clearly hear rappers, not have their part subservient to the track. I guess I just have a disdain for convention.

07 – Guilty

dirty with it, hard livin, take whats not given/ god given right to exist could be a curse in this/ skin im in no position shouldnt even be given/ faded as rainbow, rainin where the sun go?/ aint about to show no weakness whats that about?/ (get) outta line and challenge mine im knockin all them teeth out/ heavy metal barely balanced, tuggin on my waistline/ cant settle caged in, cant take more im/ close edge, nose dove, free fallin, hit the ground/ spazzed out, shots fired, woke up in lock down/ never thought id kill until driven to murder/ looked fun on menace, jackin rides just to order burgers/ for them nissan trucks, right in the drive thru/ but thats an interlude on icecube this my life dude/ might do life dude, no death penalty/ sittin in the holdin cell and wait for them to sentence me/ every minute, every second pass like a century/ the shit get real b/ be cause theres no peace as well/ cause my heaven could be yo hell/ now think about that/ i might have love in the streets but none in the house/ cant come in the house momma wanted me out/ and the man of the house didnt make her his spouse/ say im just like that nigga she cant stand my mouth/ and i cant stand lookin like a charity case/ so i take mines make a way whatever it takes/ heavy metal, federal scams, or peddling base/ niggas make deadly mistakes and i take em away/ and this game aint for play but i do it to play/ big boy toys homie whip the escalade/ live savage just to be in the ranks of the civilized/ bad as it sounds im just tryna survive

Donwill: Okay so as Ilwil, me and Ilyas have a billion unreleased songs just sitting on his computer wasting their collective lives, these lyrics belonged to one of those songs, 2 of those songs actually. The first half of the verse is from a song where we portrayed opposing sides of a persons duality, I was of course the surface/exterior and he was supposed to portray the thoughts/interior of said individual but for some reason that never came into fruition. The second verse comes from an outtake of a song we did for this guy in Cincinnati (we actually recorded a whole album with this guy but that’s a WHOOOLE ‘nother story) the verses just happened to be in the same notebook and when I was looking for verses to go on this beat it just so happened that these two synced up perfectly to display the duality that me and Ilyas were gonna try and convey on the original song.

SuhBURB: This is one of, if not my absolute favorite Donwill verse. I’m still pretty geeked that it’s on one of my beats.

08 – Night Time

VERSE: i cant front i give up man i swore off rap/ an abusive love affair where she aint give back/ get crack, get stacks, get capped is the formula/ no big named cosigns they all just ignorin ya/ my worst critic biggest fan, moonlighting’s classic man/ bled, sweated, cried givin birth to every word (damn)/ my pleasures yo pain, my treasure disdained/ different ears two brains, hope niggas views change/ this game so strange finnicky and fickle/ when you hot frontin dudes beg to do songs with you/ thats cute at worst and irritating at best/ why i dont talk much? im just avoiding the stress/ swerve for you get served from bein on my nerves/ get the fuck out my face if you cant help me get heard/ im purgin all demons so, holler if you see me yo/ thats why i deal with fam and nothing in between it yo! REFRAIN: we dont need em, we dont need em, we dont need em, and you dont either (repeat x 4)

Donwill: This song is a diss track to the industry, fans, my label, myself and damn near everybody who ain’t blood or don’t remain in constant contact with me. harsh i know but sometimes as an artist you get like that, at least i do. If you have spent any amount of time with me and you have engaged me in a conversation about the music business you will know exactly what I’m talkin about cus I am not hesitant to speak at length on how I feel about it at all.

SuhBURB: One of the many Madlib-influenced beats on here, in case you haven’t noticed. Enormous drum break + a chopped sample and voila! Don had a big part in how this track sounds; he asked me to run the sample chop by itself at the end and have the “we don’t need ‘em” chant run acapella. I think it makes the track.

09 – All RIght

Donwill: This song is in direct response to Night Time. This song is about just what it says it’s about, being okay with everything around you. Its about acceptance. It had a lot more words originally and there was even a loud screaming cursing rant that went through out the song but suhBURB saw fit to remove that from the final mix for whatever reason. There is a whole ‘nother version of this song with Che Grand doing a completely different hook that I have demo’d up but Che told me to scrap his contribution so I was forced to take matters into my own hands. This may be my favorite song on the project.

SuhBURB: I won’t lie; I borrowed this synth riff from one of the demo songs in Fruity Loops. It’s a real departure from the rest of the album sonically and I was glad to have an excuse to break out some of the goofy jungle drum programming I love so much.

10 – Slipknot

mc’s yall wanna get on, chill with who you shit on/ the music is a business now the art is almost gone/ and fans yall turn the hits on, crank it up and listen/ the music it defines you, yall relate to the song/ you ever stop and think about the fatal flaw that you makin/ its a demand for that man, fans standin and waitin/ but since you cant stand his jams you determined to make him/ out to be some fallacy, callously you forsake him/ but then he, starts his mission impedes ya residence/ through ya radios and tv’s, ladies and gents/ they televise genocide worldwide, my eyes wide shut/ id spy but i keep my mind tied up/ me slip not, but thats beside what i was sayin/ yall wanna go with this then follow me with no delay and see/ in actuality, with a little elbow grease he could be, you or me

Donwill: This song almost got left off of the project by accident. I think suhBURB was tired of mixing and remixing and me being all GmailNazi about the songs and just kinda forgot to mention that I never sent him the session for the song. Luckily my memory isn’t as bad as his. A lot of my songs question/analyze the industry and its many personalities, this is another of them.

SuhBURB: I had some of the demos for this album sitting on my computer, in folders separated by the names of the songs. A friend saw the folder for this track and nearly disowned me on the spot. It took a lot of convincing and a couple minutes of her searching my hard drive, but she left reassured that I do not, in fact, have any music by the masked metal band.

11 – The Words

hard to take it serious when its a parody apparently/ and paper begat paper but between the two its tearin me/ sometimes i sit and stare at me, darin he to speak/ karats glarin so who’s carin if im panderin the weak/ and im handling the beef between my inner and my peace/ by havin dinner with a freak because then i aint gotta think/ used to be aint got a thing but now the register is ringin/ pile the presents in the jeep and fly to beaches on the weekend/ that’ll teach my inner demon to quit speakin while we eatin/ maybe keep em all from being crippling and so misleading/ cant believe the boat that we in, loved puttin words together/ now i see it like ‘whatever’ its a million things better/ i wouldnt give up this position but i know the people listening/ agreein with the critics when they say that somethings missin/ i dont feel it no more, its just another job now/ writin hits or grocery lists, its just words to jot down

Donwill: If I’m not mistaken suhBURB kinda told me I had to rap to this beat, didn’t really have a choice in the matter. The demo version of this song has all kinda ranting and raving on the intro and outro that kinda helps set up the verse. It loosely relates to slipknot by kinda delving further into the psyche of a nigga who just kinda raps for the paycheck on that formulaic be safe and in the box shit…

SuhBURB: Can you hear me listening to Graduation here? I think this is a Lucinda Williams sample, or something.

12 – Dead Ass

VERSE: dead man walkin shoulda been castrated/ got her mad at men regrettin you the nigga that she laid with/ child created, you dont pay it no attention, in yo image molded/ hold it dog you trippin on yo blood, thats some cold shit/ notice how they look at you now when you come around/ throwin scowls and turnin you down, constant run around/ that child aint choose you for his dad and vice versa/ but yo chose yo baby momma punk ass, now think it over/ so that bitch get on yo nerves, naggin, whinin/ cheatin even slashed yo tires/ them yo problems find yo way around em for the greater good/ come correct and handle yo business like a player should/ yo time and money that precious? you cant share it?/ lets just hope that kid dont inherit yo mean ass spirit/ here it is a mirror to yo face, the words to this song/ yall be killin me, get over yo’self, you know you wrong REFRAIN: and if you bitchin as you listen its cus hit dogs bark/and you aint helpin by not finishin the shit yall start/ it aint no pampers to piss in, while you new car whippin/ dog you trippin, and definitely need an ass kickin/ you a dead beat, dead ass and im dead serious/ missin out on a once in a lifetime experience/ i aint talkin bout the money dog spend some time/ spend some time (repeat x 2)

Donwill: This is another one of those revitalized Ilwil songs. The original version was recorded in some hustle and flow ass home studio setup. We literally recorded onto reels and got the rough mix on cassette and this was long after digital recording setups became the norm. Regardless I thought the subject matter was too good to just be archived and never head again. I promise a lot of that Ilwil material is too good to just kinda be sitting around the way it is. the demo to this song also has some loud cussing rant about men not being fathers to their children.

SuhBURB: I am prone to massive creative blocks with beatmaking. This comes out of breaking one of those streaks, just staying up really late and playing with drum breaks until something comes along. To the probably disgust of purists everywhere, all the sounds on this track were downloaded from the Internet as mp3s. I neither have nor have any idea what records they’re from.

13 – Maybe

VERSE: you dont know what its like dude, when friends dont like you/ and you keep smiling anyway continuing the cycle/ hoping one day some way but one means or another/ the niggas that you tightest with will understand each other/ cus yall cats like brothers, done done it all together/ but you stressed cus yo dad’s health is bringin fam togther/ and they leave you to see thru feelings you dont wanna have/ dont even holler at you like yo phone went dead/ and all you got is the pen, god and blood aside/ so you write prayers for dads health and take it all in stride/ but you just aint feelin it, close but so far/ can barely pay rent, kick it and keep gas in yo car/ wish you never came back sometimes/ wish you never was born sometimes/ driven by passion so day jobs they just seem tedious/ can barely get past the mediocre cus its eating ya/ long stretches got you layin low, yo people yo aint seein em/ they think they done with em, nothing you can do to please em/ so yo soothe ya’self and do what moves yo own spirit/ jot a verse like this and wonder if you’ll let em hear it/ should i? REFRAIN: maybe, maybe not ( repeat x 8)

Donwill: Imagine living in a city you didn’t really wanna be in and finding out your dad has cancer. Couple that with growing apart from your friend group due to just growing up and being broke as hell. Well aside from living in a city I don’t really wanna be in (no diss at all Cincy, I love y’all. just had to GO) not much has changed but I sincerely wrote this verse and buried it, didn’t intend for anybody in the world to hear it. But some of the best moments are found in that space between honesty and sincerity so I decided to include it on the project. and if you were wondering me and the friends mentioned in this song are doing just fine :)

SuhBURB: The deeply personal nature of this verse pushed me to mix it the way I did. Don’s laying some heavy shit on the line here and I wanted it to sound like the song had the same kind of weight. I’m trying again to get a sense of distance between the track and the listener, like you’re hearing it even though it’s not being played for you.

14 – Audio Visual

VERSE 1: audio visual for every individual/ precedents we kill em and the president we kill him to/ burnin bush but i aint tryna get political, just say some fly shit to make all the party people move/ rockin gaudy sequined jewels fresh new exclusive shoes/ def like im old school but still on that new improved/ decoy b-boys weak ploys we destroy/ speak for the ones who live it yep we they voice/ trendy ass hipsters on down to the felons/ got a lil bit of everything and thats why we sellin/ sit and scratch what im spellin in my college ruled, college schooled/ held a job or two but raps what i gotta do/ follow who? yeah right fuck a fad/ red carpet is the target, flick it up for the mags/ man we diggin in yo stash on that debo shit/ for them funds an them fans yep we want it CHORUS thats word, you see what im sayin? on the mic there wont be no delayin ( repeat x 2) VERSE 2: i thought i told you cats im not a rapper/ but im still better than you fake actors/ if i wrote it or not thats not factor/ im flyer than alot of yall and thats what matters/ on to a new chapter yall lame/ runnin in place stuck in the same mind frame/ im tryna live my life make it on my own/ yall up in the club actin sexy and grown/ we need respect shown, im tryna make a difference/ do some good on earth for the time that i visit/ if its permitted change a life or two/ and still look good in my high heeled shoes/ pretty brown eyes and looks that can kill/ and i stay on ya mind cus my style is ill/ petite five feet and a half inch maybe/ sassy shay’s a sexy lady

Donwill: This song was originally gonna be me and Jack Davey (of the group j*davey) trading verses. I’m not even sure if she remembers or knows about this but yeah, that’s what was planned. That didn’t happen and the song ended up kinda just laying around for a while. I tend to always ask random people on to my songs, the only rule is that you can’t be a recording artist. There is something about the way a person who isn’t a trained or practicing vocalist sounds during playback that I love. One day out of boredom I asked my girl at the time to drop write a verse and id coach her on how to recite it. For some reason I remember helping her write the actual words but she says that it was all her. She is probably right, as usual.

SuhBURB: Apparently the distorted vocal on this kept the album from getting a push from Loud Minority/IM. Growing up on my parents R&B (shouts to KBLX Oakland San Francisco San Joseeeee) and the hip-hop I could find for myself, it took me until I went to college to really get into rock and roll. One of the first things that really struck me about a lot of it was the willingness to distort vocal tracks for effect. In rock, it’s usually done on similarly rough or strident songs, but the beat here is so lush that I think it makes for a nice contrast.

15 – The Champ (LP Version)

VERSE 1: and honestly a part of me barely believes in modesty/ be callin me to walk into the job and give em my two weeks/ or not to speak at all just say fuck it and turn my grind on/ but i snap out of it/ everytime i turn my lights on/ this cant be life, not mines at least/ feel like an actor in a movie or im undercover deep/ remove the covers if you sleep, my nigga time is of the essence/ im not gettin any younger in the rhyme so much invested/ man i bled it, sweated bullets, gotten better, made improvements/ not pathetic but the effort made it evident i do this/ gimme credit for the music, suffered debits all inclusive/ and i bet it broke some dudes but it just altered my enthusiasm/ hard to climb or move a mountain, harder if you doubtin/ got a fighting spirit deaths the only thing that take it out him/ we gone make it yall, man we already there/ its our time this time, man we own this year, yeah BRIDGE (repeat x 2): is the hard work workin? the memorizin verses?/ was energized at first when, i wasnt sold or purchased/ before the shows and cosigns, the videos and downloads/ i wanted props for my rhymes and now i feel like thats old/ rappin is hard work its rehearsing to be perfect/ fightin to break surface and stay above unearthed with/ the radio and soundscans, marketing and promo/ im prayin that we found fans and hopin that we find more VERSE 2: you can have it if you want it, is you really tryna get it?/ show and prove in xxl, but can i really fit it?/ know the truth is that i excel, especially when i spit/ over loops i make ya neck swell from noddin to the rythm/ don, will he flop, will he make it, will he fall off/ to book a show from the job he gotta call off/ and i even tryna ball all crazy/ just puttin in some work until this notebook pays me, come on….

Donwill: The words to this song were originally on a Tiffany Paige song named exclusive rights. I had demo’d it up and one day she called me up to tell me that my verses had got bumped and she was gonna feature Scienz of Life on the track. Me and Tiffany have a great working relationship and John Robinson aka lil sci is the homie so I wasn’t trippin at all, shit I fuck with the whole shaman work family. But that left me with three very unused verses and since I don’t tend to write an excess of verses I found a home for them here. and yes that is an actual mistake i made, not rehearsed, most of these songs were keep the first take recordings

SuhBURB: This came out on Beat Thieves, didn’t it? I’m really prone to going back to beats after people have had them and changing things. This is one of the few opportunities I’ve had to actually put out my changed version. It just worked out that Don’s verse perfectly fit the double time drum I had found, and then it was just natural for me to throw the bassline in there. I tend to grin like an idiot when I play this.

16 – Funeral March

Donwill: This was the first song I recorded when I decided to do this project. It was to serve as a eulogy to myself as read by my mc alter ego, deep huh? Right lol. thats why on diwadiwadonald im talkin about my death. I decided pitched it down for the hell of it. This song actually… wait a minute this is the bonus. What the hell am I explaining the bonus track for…

SuhBURB: I still want to do a video treatment for this and have Don rapping out of his casket.

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