A Day With 9th Wonder

”Props to North Carolina Producer 9th Wonder for allowing us to spend some time with him last week as he spoke to students at Columbia College in Chicago. This guy has so much knowledge in music, clearly he has become one of the most influential artists in Hip Hop. He spoke on a variety of topics ranging from his dream emcee to work with to his upcoming documentary The Wonder Year.” – The Conscious Tip

 

 

Props till: http://www.theconscioustip.com/

Wisdom – Method Man

[Method Man]
As we dwell through this concrete hell, calling it home
Mama say, take your time young man and build your own
Don’t wind up like your old dad
Still searching for them glory days he never had
So many bad want to scheme for American dream, no more kings
The cash rule everything now, we going down
These babies looking up to us, it’s up to us
The Million Man March MC’s, get on the bus
But envy, greed, lust, and hate, separate
Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot relate
No longer, brothers, we unstable
Like Kane when he slew Abel, killing each other


You can’t party your life away
Drink your life away
Smoke your life away
F_ck your life away
Dream your life away
Scheme your life away
Cause your seeds grow up the same way
Cause your seeds grow up the same way
Cause your seeds grow up the same way

Wisdom

How could he know what the f**k he never knew? – Method Man


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Sick deep Lyrics

Song: 4th Chambers Album: Liquid Sword
http://open.spotify.com/track/3I0JtdL4n3yxvvLCPum4uH

 

(Verse Two: Killah Priest)
I judge wisely, as if nothing ever surprise me
Lounging, between two pillars of ivory
I’m lively, my dome piece, is like building stones in Greece
my poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak
I’m overwhelmed, as my mind, roams the realm
My eye’s the vision, memory is the film
Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds
They act wild and couldn’t budge a crowd
No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit
Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip
And throw all types of fits
I leave them split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips