Archive for October, 2009

Upcoming Alphabetization songs

October 26, 2009

Plans so far:

  • Remix of Hotstylz’ Lookin Boy named Letta Boy
  • A song with a very militaristic beat (DIY prod by myself) entitled When I Die
  • A song over GZA’s Pencil, produced by Mathematics. Dunno the title yet, I decide what the title is as I’m writing the lyrics.
  • (MAYBE) Remix of Sean Paul’s “Press it Up” called “Rip S**t Up”

Snippet of lyrics from When I Die:

And when I die, don’t cry, don’t fake sadness

I got enough madness gon’ on in my brain, I restrain

Erry day, from bein strange

I maintain, the best I cayne (can), mayne (man)

Fame came to everyone else, and now they’re mainstream

At my funeral, play Tical: The Prequel

And talk shit about me like they mouth was fecal

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My Thoughts

October 23, 2009

Today I released a new song called My Thoughts. It recycles Twista’s Wanna See Em Buss beat off of his album Category F5.

You can check it out here: http://www.thesixtyone.com/#/epiqsnax/song/My+Thoughts/72868/ also contains a download link.

Lyrics:

S-Substantiality, that’s what this game’s all about

And if you don’t like it, like Mike did, get some Fishscale, dude, like a trout

You got these Soulja Boys and GS Boyz and New Boys makin’ noise

But their lyrics are just rubbish, having absolutely no poise

This is insane, how high they’re getting on the charts

And how the hell they’re winning over the record label’s hearts

When there’s so much real talent being swept under the rug

That have a passion, while the “Boys” have a fascism, music’s a drug

I find it pretty funny how they’re rolling in the Benjamins

While I’m valedictorian, they’ll have to take French again

I’m in New England, they’re in Japan adventurin’

They date the supermodels, and I get Judi Dench again

(haha) Pull out the socket wrench, my friend

And do a tune-up on your brain, got more holes than donuts, Entenmanns

So here I am, letting my heart and brain out on paper

And this beat is so seductive, I just hope that I don’t rape her

(Chorus) [X2]

You don’t wanna hear my thoughts

Cause they’re a string, so convoluted into knots

This music here, my release, not using lines older than the movie Grease

If this music were a blanket, it’d be softer than a fleece

Obviously, for those pop rappers, the glove doesn’t fit

But there’s unequivocally, absolutely no way I’ll acquit

They are charged for first-degree murder of hip hop

And my thoughts are we execute them, time for chip-chop

And for those who stick up to them, I will bet the nation

That they’re 100 times worse than this here Alphabetization

But the thing is, they’ve got a thousand times more listeners

So what you gotta do is tell your parents, tell your sisters

Spread it round, like syphilis, tell your homeys 17’s rippin’ this

Grippin his mic, flippin it like, pancakes and he’s whippin this

Like it’s cream, like Wu-Tang, trey-to-the-six Chambers

I believe I got the W here, like the 97 Rangers

But wait! That’s not all! I’m sounding like a ShamWow commercial

One more thing, and this thought’s hot, like a Fire Marshal

You don’t have to bottle up your feelings, man, just let them go

And this is how I do it, through this music, it’s what I chose.

(Chorus) [X2]

Hello All!/Alphabetization

October 23, 2009

Hey all, this is your man 17th Letta Boy, an indie rapper currently residing in New Hampshire, and this is my blog. 🙂

I’m compiling a new EP called Alphabetization. The first song released off it was My Thoughts.

My music can be exclusively followed here: http://www.thesixtyone.com/#/epiqsnax/

Thanks!

-17-