New X-Raided Blog RE: Audio Quality
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Tuesday 21 April 2009
The Authentic Article
By Anerae "X-Raided" Brown
Bloc Bizniz bit*hes. What's hood? Long time no holla. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder; y'all miss me? Your favorite rapper's favorite rapper is back at it.
Everyone's had an opportunity to hear Eternally Unforgiven by now. I want to address a few issues as far as the quality of the vocals is concerned.
I think y'all have gotten a little spoiled. I was once told that I make the impossible seem easy. I've been told that I do difficult things so easily that people tend to expect amazing from me. I can dig that. For perspective though, I want to remind everyone that I'm in prison. I don't get to drive to the studio and lay vocals. This has to happen in whatever way presents itself, when it comes to laying my vocals, some methods are better than others. The issue becomes time. Do I keep waiting for a better way to do things and end up wasting year after year, or do I seize the opportunity available to me and give you the songs whatever way I can? You tell me. We’re trying to improve quality going forward and we'll give you a demo of that as the time grows nearer to release those projects. For now, it's all about Eternally Unforgiven.
I felt like too much time was passing by and my legacy was suffering as a result. I am on a mission to prove that I'm the best rapper in the universe. Fu*k the quality of the vocals, what's the quality of the rhymes? What's the quality of the beats? Y'all buy music from ni**as with crystal clear vocals that are WACK, so here's some raw shit that AIN'T wack. I'm UNDER the underground, my ni**a. This is HELL music. I'm so far under the underground, my sh*t is from beneath the volcanoes. It's hell music. But that's why it's hot. I'm Hell Boy, baby.
This is the official Eternally Unforgiven breakdown.
1.) "The Patriot Act"
This is our way of explaining where the vocals came from and how we got them for you. We're saying that the alphabet boys tapped our phone and recorded our convos. Out of those recordings, they got some rhymes. We were able to get copies of it through the freedom of info act,ya dig? Just a creative way to justify how we did the vocals. Like that Firm song Phone Tap, ya dig?
2.) “Eternally Unforgiven"
This is the title track. I'm just running down my background and staking my claim to my spot in hip hop history. I wanted to tie this project in with The Unforgiven 1 so I came back with the hook to kick it off. My mama really told me she had a nut when I was born, but it's a metaphor, man. I'm the nut. She pushed me out and had me, ya dig?
3.) "Assisted Suicide"
This song is a preview of The Unforgiven 2. I'm talking about the conditions in the hood and how the government and law enforcement used to just kill us off. They still do a little of that but now, they just give us everything we need to kill off ourselves. The government is like Jack Kevorkian, helping us kill ourselves. It's suicide to do something that will get you life in prison. It's suicide to do something that will get you a death sentence. THEY put the guns and dope in the hood, and then we use it to kill ourselves, you know? Assisted Suicide. The Big Homie Tookie was put to death, but the truth is that the day he did what he was convicted of, he essentially killed himself. They got him. I'm trying to warn people not to let them assist your suicide. Be aware that the state is counting on you to do something stupid that they can take your life over.
Pac made a song called Brenda's Baby, where a girl named Brenda threw her baby in the trash. I'm building on that by saying we're all Brenda's baby, this generation of ni**as in the streets. Most of our parents pretty much threw us in the trash by not being better parents. If they wasn't on us about school, wasn't trying to give us better conditions to operate within, then they threw us in the trash. So I say, "Brenda's baby got out the trash, joined a gang and became a tyrant" because that's ME. I'm a Brenda's baby.
Overall, I'm just calling for awareness of what we're up against so we can plot how to navigate the situation better. We don't need our ni**as locked up in the pen. We gotta be trying to show the lil homies a better way to operate so they can survive this sh*t and not fall victim to an assisted suicide. Most G's fall asleep when you're preaching a sermon, you know? I'm giving it to them in a gangster package because that's the only way they will accept it.
4.) "Acid Rain"
This song is about the pain a ni**a feels being locked up. I feel like ni**as tend to glorify prison. Ni**as come home from prison with a couple of new muscles and tattoos and talk like prison was the bomb. They act like they just kicked it with the homies and had fun. Them ni**as is trippin, and they're lyin on top of that. I look around and see misery in every direction.
These ni**as is hurting, they ain't happy, having fun. This sh*t is terrible. I want everyone to KNOW, prison is a HORRIBLE place to be. Anywhere that your freedom and independence is taken from you, it's horrible. We shouldn't aspire to be a prisoner. We have to teach that to the lil homies.
I'm talking directly to God on this song, about being unforgiven and why I'm hesitant to trust Him fully. See, all real street ni**as got deep spiritual sides to them. That's why you heard it in Pac and Scarface. Every real G got that in him, like my ni**a Beanie Sigel. We want to do well but we're afraid of letting go of things that we believe are important. Once we get over that fear, that's when we can actually be reached, and that's when we can reach other homies who need help. "Homie, don't cry/ Go forth and multiply/ Stop acting like you're hopin' to die/ Open your eyes." I'm telling the homies to get a good girl, make babies, live life with your eyes open. That's some real sh*t to say to a G.
5.) "High Notoriety”
In prison, they have a classification system of how they rank inmates, from minimum to maximum security. They have other designations that are a step up from that. "High Notoriety" is a designation that speaks for itself. I’m not glorifying it as something to attempt to attain. What I'm doing is identifying my classification so that my authority to say what I have to say can be validated. Like I said, "Young thugs won’t accept game from square ni**as." I know it's necessary for me to establish a certain level of credibility, and the fact that I am designated High Notoriety by the state of California separates me from these wack rappers pretending to be gangsters and glorifying a lifestyle that they don't even really live. I have enough clout to rebut that bullsh*t.
6. "Still Can't C Me"
This is just some outright lyrical fire. This is my declaration that I am the best ni**a rapping period. I’m saying, "I'm BACK." People who have followed my career from the beginning remember Fucc You Too off of Initiation, where I said, "I'm way more evil than you/ Let your flesh roast in fire/ In espanol I’m Hayzuse/ West Coast Messiah." That was way back in 2001. Now we hear other people using that term, and you know where they got it from. So this song, I'm reasserting my position as the true West Coast Messiah.
7.) "Focused"
This right here is for the lyric junkies. I wrote this song for the critics. I used Jay-Z' s beat from "Money, Cash, Hoes," off of Hard Knock Life, where he was talking about "Too much west coast di*k lickin." When I said, "I came to restore the feeling," that's from a Jay line. Then I twisted it, "I went to New York aboard the SS Venture to crush more of them buildings." Snoop Dogg and the Dogg Pound crushed the buildings in their video for New York, New York. The SS Venture is the boat they took King Kong to New York on, ya dig? People will take that as a dis to Jay, but I would never do that. Jay is a legend and he deserves his respect. I'm not even taking a shot at New York. What I’m saying is that, when the Dogg Pound made that video, there was a feeling of DOMINANCE on the West Coast. We felt like we couldn’t be faded and we were making the best music hands down. THAT'S the feeling I want to restore.
In the second verse, when I say, "My Bloc Star guerillas goin’ bananas with the clips/Growin' green and purple like David Banner havin' a fit," I’m talking about my soldiers using banana clips on their guns. The Incredible Hulk’s body is green and his pants are purple. When David Banner gets mad, he turns into the Incredible Hulk, ya dig? I'm sayin' we're growing weed, homie.
The Iditarod is the race in Alaska with the dogs and the sled. So when I say "It will be me and my dogs dealin' with snow like the Iditarod," I'm sayin' it's me and the homies, my dogs, dealin' coke if we ever went broke. "If you interested I can show you how to grow money"? Gaining interest, man.
In the third verse, "I kept rocks allover me back in the day like Ben Grim, tryina monster up." Ben Grim is the rock man, The Thing from the Fantastic Four. I’m sayin' I kept rocks all over me back in the day, ya dig? Crack, homie, in every pocket. "More crack than Ki-Toy Johnson," ya dig? All that ass she got, you know? This is what I mean when I say I'm on another level. Ni**as ain't writing that much fire into their verses. It's all figurative, you know? I'm just doing my competitive lyrical thing. We ain't sellin' no crack and we ain't shootin' no guns right now, this is just rhymes and beats, my ni**a. we keepin' it 100 about it over here. We squeezin' money up out of hip hop, we not playin' this year. That's the point of this song. 2009, we ain't playin over here at Bloc Star.
8.) "The legend of Ice Cold”
A lot of ni**as say they're the best rapper, but they don't prove it. Ni**as make songs about BEING the best rapper, but that's an illusion. That's not something you can just say you are, it's something you have to DO. With this song, I'm giving you proof that I'm the best ni**a doin' it. I don't say I'm the best rapper one time in this song, but when it's over, you gotta say it yourself. And that's much better than me sayin' it. I tell this vivid story, but at the same time, I’m still droppin' metaphors. "It's rock and roll/ but the only heavy metal is guns/ and roses often placed on coffins/ for the dead at receptions/ cuz somebody filled his head wit more Led than Zeppelin." That's next level writing, baby boy. I do it at all times. What I lack in terms of quality of vocals, I make up for in quality of rhymes.
I actually elevated for The Unforgiven 2. Me and Filthy Rich got a curve ball for y'all coming in a few months. We're not waiting. We’re trying to improve the vocal quality on all of the next albums and we'll keep getting better. For now, this is just to wake y' all up.
Much love and respect, and thanks to everyone for the support. I love y'all, man. West Coast Messiah over here. I do this for y’all. I want us to be respected by the hip hop community as a whole, and this is the type of quality of rhymes it will take for us to get that.
So sincere,
Anerae V. Brown
Hayzues, West Coast Messiah
The Nefarious X-Raided
Myspace.com/xraidedloc
[email protected]
The Authentic Article
By Anerae "X-Raided" Brown
Bloc Bizniz bit*hes. What's hood? Long time no holla. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder; y'all miss me? Your favorite rapper's favorite rapper is back at it.
Everyone's had an opportunity to hear Eternally Unforgiven by now. I want to address a few issues as far as the quality of the vocals is concerned.
I think y'all have gotten a little spoiled. I was once told that I make the impossible seem easy. I've been told that I do difficult things so easily that people tend to expect amazing from me. I can dig that. For perspective though, I want to remind everyone that I'm in prison. I don't get to drive to the studio and lay vocals. This has to happen in whatever way presents itself, when it comes to laying my vocals, some methods are better than others. The issue becomes time. Do I keep waiting for a better way to do things and end up wasting year after year, or do I seize the opportunity available to me and give you the songs whatever way I can? You tell me. We’re trying to improve quality going forward and we'll give you a demo of that as the time grows nearer to release those projects. For now, it's all about Eternally Unforgiven.
I felt like too much time was passing by and my legacy was suffering as a result. I am on a mission to prove that I'm the best rapper in the universe. Fu*k the quality of the vocals, what's the quality of the rhymes? What's the quality of the beats? Y'all buy music from ni**as with crystal clear vocals that are WACK, so here's some raw shit that AIN'T wack. I'm UNDER the underground, my ni**a. This is HELL music. I'm so far under the underground, my sh*t is from beneath the volcanoes. It's hell music. But that's why it's hot. I'm Hell Boy, baby.
This is the official Eternally Unforgiven breakdown.
1.) "The Patriot Act"
This is our way of explaining where the vocals came from and how we got them for you. We're saying that the alphabet boys tapped our phone and recorded our convos. Out of those recordings, they got some rhymes. We were able to get copies of it through the freedom of info act,ya dig? Just a creative way to justify how we did the vocals. Like that Firm song Phone Tap, ya dig?
2.) “Eternally Unforgiven"
This is the title track. I'm just running down my background and staking my claim to my spot in hip hop history. I wanted to tie this project in with The Unforgiven 1 so I came back with the hook to kick it off. My mama really told me she had a nut when I was born, but it's a metaphor, man. I'm the nut. She pushed me out and had me, ya dig?
3.) "Assisted Suicide"
This song is a preview of The Unforgiven 2. I'm talking about the conditions in the hood and how the government and law enforcement used to just kill us off. They still do a little of that but now, they just give us everything we need to kill off ourselves. The government is like Jack Kevorkian, helping us kill ourselves. It's suicide to do something that will get you life in prison. It's suicide to do something that will get you a death sentence. THEY put the guns and dope in the hood, and then we use it to kill ourselves, you know? Assisted Suicide. The Big Homie Tookie was put to death, but the truth is that the day he did what he was convicted of, he essentially killed himself. They got him. I'm trying to warn people not to let them assist your suicide. Be aware that the state is counting on you to do something stupid that they can take your life over.
Pac made a song called Brenda's Baby, where a girl named Brenda threw her baby in the trash. I'm building on that by saying we're all Brenda's baby, this generation of ni**as in the streets. Most of our parents pretty much threw us in the trash by not being better parents. If they wasn't on us about school, wasn't trying to give us better conditions to operate within, then they threw us in the trash. So I say, "Brenda's baby got out the trash, joined a gang and became a tyrant" because that's ME. I'm a Brenda's baby.
Overall, I'm just calling for awareness of what we're up against so we can plot how to navigate the situation better. We don't need our ni**as locked up in the pen. We gotta be trying to show the lil homies a better way to operate so they can survive this sh*t and not fall victim to an assisted suicide. Most G's fall asleep when you're preaching a sermon, you know? I'm giving it to them in a gangster package because that's the only way they will accept it.
4.) "Acid Rain"
This song is about the pain a ni**a feels being locked up. I feel like ni**as tend to glorify prison. Ni**as come home from prison with a couple of new muscles and tattoos and talk like prison was the bomb. They act like they just kicked it with the homies and had fun. Them ni**as is trippin, and they're lyin on top of that. I look around and see misery in every direction.
These ni**as is hurting, they ain't happy, having fun. This sh*t is terrible. I want everyone to KNOW, prison is a HORRIBLE place to be. Anywhere that your freedom and independence is taken from you, it's horrible. We shouldn't aspire to be a prisoner. We have to teach that to the lil homies.
I'm talking directly to God on this song, about being unforgiven and why I'm hesitant to trust Him fully. See, all real street ni**as got deep spiritual sides to them. That's why you heard it in Pac and Scarface. Every real G got that in him, like my ni**a Beanie Sigel. We want to do well but we're afraid of letting go of things that we believe are important. Once we get over that fear, that's when we can actually be reached, and that's when we can reach other homies who need help. "Homie, don't cry/ Go forth and multiply/ Stop acting like you're hopin' to die/ Open your eyes." I'm telling the homies to get a good girl, make babies, live life with your eyes open. That's some real sh*t to say to a G.
5.) "High Notoriety”
In prison, they have a classification system of how they rank inmates, from minimum to maximum security. They have other designations that are a step up from that. "High Notoriety" is a designation that speaks for itself. I’m not glorifying it as something to attempt to attain. What I'm doing is identifying my classification so that my authority to say what I have to say can be validated. Like I said, "Young thugs won’t accept game from square ni**as." I know it's necessary for me to establish a certain level of credibility, and the fact that I am designated High Notoriety by the state of California separates me from these wack rappers pretending to be gangsters and glorifying a lifestyle that they don't even really live. I have enough clout to rebut that bullsh*t.
6. "Still Can't C Me"
This is just some outright lyrical fire. This is my declaration that I am the best ni**a rapping period. I’m saying, "I'm BACK." People who have followed my career from the beginning remember Fucc You Too off of Initiation, where I said, "I'm way more evil than you/ Let your flesh roast in fire/ In espanol I’m Hayzuse/ West Coast Messiah." That was way back in 2001. Now we hear other people using that term, and you know where they got it from. So this song, I'm reasserting my position as the true West Coast Messiah.
7.) "Focused"
This right here is for the lyric junkies. I wrote this song for the critics. I used Jay-Z' s beat from "Money, Cash, Hoes," off of Hard Knock Life, where he was talking about "Too much west coast di*k lickin." When I said, "I came to restore the feeling," that's from a Jay line. Then I twisted it, "I went to New York aboard the SS Venture to crush more of them buildings." Snoop Dogg and the Dogg Pound crushed the buildings in their video for New York, New York. The SS Venture is the boat they took King Kong to New York on, ya dig? People will take that as a dis to Jay, but I would never do that. Jay is a legend and he deserves his respect. I'm not even taking a shot at New York. What I’m saying is that, when the Dogg Pound made that video, there was a feeling of DOMINANCE on the West Coast. We felt like we couldn’t be faded and we were making the best music hands down. THAT'S the feeling I want to restore.
In the second verse, when I say, "My Bloc Star guerillas goin’ bananas with the clips/Growin' green and purple like David Banner havin' a fit," I’m talking about my soldiers using banana clips on their guns. The Incredible Hulk’s body is green and his pants are purple. When David Banner gets mad, he turns into the Incredible Hulk, ya dig? I'm sayin' we're growing weed, homie.
The Iditarod is the race in Alaska with the dogs and the sled. So when I say "It will be me and my dogs dealin' with snow like the Iditarod," I'm sayin' it's me and the homies, my dogs, dealin' coke if we ever went broke. "If you interested I can show you how to grow money"? Gaining interest, man.
In the third verse, "I kept rocks allover me back in the day like Ben Grim, tryina monster up." Ben Grim is the rock man, The Thing from the Fantastic Four. I’m sayin' I kept rocks all over me back in the day, ya dig? Crack, homie, in every pocket. "More crack than Ki-Toy Johnson," ya dig? All that ass she got, you know? This is what I mean when I say I'm on another level. Ni**as ain't writing that much fire into their verses. It's all figurative, you know? I'm just doing my competitive lyrical thing. We ain't sellin' no crack and we ain't shootin' no guns right now, this is just rhymes and beats, my ni**a. we keepin' it 100 about it over here. We squeezin' money up out of hip hop, we not playin' this year. That's the point of this song. 2009, we ain't playin over here at Bloc Star.
8.) "The legend of Ice Cold”
A lot of ni**as say they're the best rapper, but they don't prove it. Ni**as make songs about BEING the best rapper, but that's an illusion. That's not something you can just say you are, it's something you have to DO. With this song, I'm giving you proof that I'm the best ni**a doin' it. I don't say I'm the best rapper one time in this song, but when it's over, you gotta say it yourself. And that's much better than me sayin' it. I tell this vivid story, but at the same time, I’m still droppin' metaphors. "It's rock and roll/ but the only heavy metal is guns/ and roses often placed on coffins/ for the dead at receptions/ cuz somebody filled his head wit more Led than Zeppelin." That's next level writing, baby boy. I do it at all times. What I lack in terms of quality of vocals, I make up for in quality of rhymes.
I actually elevated for The Unforgiven 2. Me and Filthy Rich got a curve ball for y'all coming in a few months. We're not waiting. We’re trying to improve the vocal quality on all of the next albums and we'll keep getting better. For now, this is just to wake y' all up.
Much love and respect, and thanks to everyone for the support. I love y'all, man. West Coast Messiah over here. I do this for y’all. I want us to be respected by the hip hop community as a whole, and this is the type of quality of rhymes it will take for us to get that.
So sincere,
Anerae V. Brown
Hayzues, West Coast Messiah
The Nefarious X-Raided
Myspace.com/xraidedloc
[email protected]
The legend of Ice Cold”,Still Can't C Me" ,Eternally Unforgiven" , my fav. trax on the album....
like i said on one of my posts, WE MUST APPRECIATE THE FACT WE GET TO LISTEN TO SUM NEW X-RAIDED ANYTIME HE DROPS AN ALBUM, HE DUZ THE IMPOSSIBLE AND MAKES IT HAPPEN EVERY TIME HE MAKES ANOTHER RELEASE!!!
FREE NEFARIOUS X-MUTHAFUKIN RAIDED THE WEST COAST MESSIAH!!!!!
much love and respect to everyone whos makin his projects see the light..
like i said on one of my posts, WE MUST APPRECIATE THE FACT WE GET TO LISTEN TO SUM NEW X-RAIDED ANYTIME HE DROPS AN ALBUM, HE DUZ THE IMPOSSIBLE AND MAKES IT HAPPEN EVERY TIME HE MAKES ANOTHER RELEASE!!!
FREE NEFARIOUS X-MUTHAFUKIN RAIDED THE WEST COAST MESSIAH!!!!!
much love and respect to everyone whos makin his projects see the light..
Anyone that LISTENS to his lyrics, like actually LISTENS to the words of the songs, I don't know how you can't love this shit! Even "Focused" is dope, which is a song he was just having fun with... that whole 3rd verse is my favorite. And Still Can't C Me "...but you an incredible rhyme BITER/ Which forced me to become an INEDIBLE rhyme writer..." I love that shit. lmfao You just gotta learn the words and you won't be able to stop listening to this shit. Acid Rain... come ON!
You know i dont know if anyone has mentioned it yet, but I just had a chance to fully soak up "The Legend Of Ice Cold" and I must say it reminds me alot of MAC - SLOW YA ROLL. Only alot more RAW and GRAPHIC. That shit defenitly has to be the best track to me on the album. When i finally listened to the lyrics on this track(turned down the bass lol) I was like awwwwwwwww man fuckin sick and yes SICK not SICC lol. "Ice Cold" if he was a real person in real life would have been a sick son of a bitch for real. But the track was tight.
^^^^hell ya filthy rich, That part was crazy but I think the craziest shit I heard was the following.
Target was the driver's head
The first slug shattered the window
The second left the driver dead as the slug battered his temple
Blood splattered the window
Ice Cold didn't give a fuck
He just slowly moved closer
Took a look in the truck
Passenger was a child, About 11, Maybe, Not even
Had a hole in his chest
He was wheezin but still breathin
Not even the nigga Ice Cold was willin to kill a kid
So he said, "Good luck little man, You might live"
He stripped the money and jewelry from the victim and cut
True to his name, Not the slightest twinge of guilt in his gut
The kid was still in the truck, Too terrified to move
Looked to his left
And saw that his big brother lied in a pool of his own blood
In desperation, Picked the phone up
Not realizing the left side of his brother's face was blown up
He dialed 911, Said,
"Send me an ambulance, My brother is hurt"
"And if you don't hurry, He won't stand a chance"
The operator pleaded, "Talk to me, Please, Just keep fightin"
Then the kid started cryin and said,
"Help me, I think I'm dyin"
Picture this, 5 surgeons tryin to keep you alive
But you done lost too much blood
You're too weak to survive
But they keep fightin, They're ordering pints for transfusions
Got your arteries exposed with clamps attached to 'em
Black screen, Green dots, Your pulse is fading
You're getting closer to Satan
Your mama hopin and prayin that you can make it
But the doctor started shakin his head
"Nothing more that we can do"
And then he stated, "He's dead"
Target was the driver's head
The first slug shattered the window
The second left the driver dead as the slug battered his temple
Blood splattered the window
Ice Cold didn't give a fuck
He just slowly moved closer
Took a look in the truck
Passenger was a child, About 11, Maybe, Not even
Had a hole in his chest
He was wheezin but still breathin
Not even the nigga Ice Cold was willin to kill a kid
So he said, "Good luck little man, You might live"
He stripped the money and jewelry from the victim and cut
True to his name, Not the slightest twinge of guilt in his gut
The kid was still in the truck, Too terrified to move
Looked to his left
And saw that his big brother lied in a pool of his own blood
In desperation, Picked the phone up
Not realizing the left side of his brother's face was blown up
He dialed 911, Said,
"Send me an ambulance, My brother is hurt"
"And if you don't hurry, He won't stand a chance"
The operator pleaded, "Talk to me, Please, Just keep fightin"
Then the kid started cryin and said,
"Help me, I think I'm dyin"
Picture this, 5 surgeons tryin to keep you alive
But you done lost too much blood
You're too weak to survive
But they keep fightin, They're ordering pints for transfusions
Got your arteries exposed with clamps attached to 'em
Black screen, Green dots, Your pulse is fading
You're getting closer to Satan
Your mama hopin and prayin that you can make it
But the doctor started shakin his head
"Nothing more that we can do"
And then he stated, "He's dead"
