Story Behind The Song

My father is a big fan of the ol school movies, Especially the black and whites. I grew up watching ol school westerns with my dad. His favorite though was not a western, but it was a black and white- Cool Hand Luke... So that is where the title came fr

Song Description

This song is called Mis-communication. This is basically my way of venting fustration towards a growing trend in the hiphop genre. Today's hiphop, for the most part, lacks substance, storylines and everything else that brought me to it as a listener in t

Lyrics

MIS-COMMUNICATION...

Lights camera action...
Somebody pass me the mic

So I can blow
No time for distractions

Move like the wax spins
Vynl table blends

Out the crates I'm diggin in
We call it shinning

I can do a lot on the mic
When I'm rhymin

I could take ya life
From the power of my writtings

And put these words into action
While reciting my bars

Spitting at sprints
Of indy race cars

Speed diploma
In this rap game I'm datonya

Burn up the asphault from Frisco
To Corona

And if the streets are long
Then I can ride them longer

And with the world behind my back
I only grow stronger

So ^$%#% everybody else
Cause if I'm not

Rhymin for the God...
Then I'm rhymin for myself

And if can't understand me
Then you never know self

I'm a keep makin beats
Shinning light of true wealth

Verse 2

I only need the help of...
A few good men

And if the price is right
Then I'm gettin them

And we gone rock the coast down
Like the ying yang twins

Put in work
Ya not movin me that's absurb

Fuck what you hear
Mono retrains the ear

Then I retain the fear
That you live with sincere

Can you live with yourself
Yeah, that is the question

When you lookin in the mirror
Your still second guessin

When you lookin at my sticker
You see I'm a weapon

JLU got cocked and loaded
They let me wet em

Only a veteran can stand toe to toe
With the one

What you think you the first %^$%&*
To ever hold a gun

Verse3

Tryin to be the first...
To ever make me run

You will get it worst...
When its over and I'm done

I'm not a vegetarian
Like the taste of cooked beef

You must like drinkin thru straws
You got brass balls

They don't call me bladeswinga for nothing
I'll cut a hole in your mouth

Take your teeth
And place them shits on the concrete

You wanna fight
We can fight on my terms...

I got belts in every rap class
Similar to tom hearns

My stragety is all so simple...
Bang out enough tracks

To rock these cats
From the streets to the temples

To the districts where the buses stop...
To the video shoots

Where camera clicks images
Of what is hood hop

I got enough pop to teach em all...
And reach em all!