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May 22, 2013 1:03 pm

This Blog

I started to grow tired of tumblr so I stopped using my personal blog. I said I would keep this one going but I’ve grown tired of posting music for people who hardly listen to it. I keep seeing the same songs recycled over and over again on the internet so I made this blog to give music that normally doesn’t reach people’s ears a chance. Still, it doesn’t seem to do its job very well. A bit frustrated, I stopped using this blog halfway through an album. I’ve been thinking about finishing it and posting one more just to end it right but I’m still not sure.

March 28, 2013 12:06 pm
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  • Latitude (feat. Five Deez)
  • By: Nujabes
  • Metaphorical Music
  • 19 Plays

"Latitude (feat. Five Deez)" by Nujabes

What side you on, you want alive? It’s right here
Don’t look any further while your vision is clear
A lotta fog in the mist tryin to throw you a curve
All these rappin thugs gettin on my last damn nerve
You eat the same piece of cake day in and day out
That tired ass flavor gets played out (no doubt)
You say that tag along warning to a rhyme for the rest
When we rock all the people say “yessuh”
We fresher than alla these miggy-figgy-niggies on the mic
The scratch, you know the wickywicky words to match
You still playing catch-up, fall far behind the line
Trying to cut, but you wasting your time please, come on dude
We the Five Deez, superior rhyme steez, don’t have our own style
We got styles plural, you still caught up in yesterday
Steppin and fetchin, gettin swept away
Futuristic black holdin mics like soldiers hold weapons
On the attack im reppin, Cincinatti’s finest no question (give me five)
Now you say Queens City

Throw your hands up in the sky
Wave around from side to side
We about to get fly

Roll my glock over on a sucker who’s locomotive
I’m moving in like the ocean, devotion within my rhymes
Same year, last time committed crimes like a felon
Three fifty seven lyrics can bust you up like melons
They ending when I’m dealin at five hundred decibles
I’m yellin “Five Deez” tellin cities and countries before me (say what?)
I’m lucky, these other cats bore me, cold and plastic
I turn the crowd into elastic, I’m stretchin them to the left
And get pulled to the right
Like a periscope, seeing over normal eyesight
I rock all night, so you can roll through the day
Feelin the rhythm to hear my rhymes in delay
I give em what is needed while you just form what they want
Who gonna get jumped, chump? Crunk brothas
Bounce to my jams like blubba, we doin it for lovas
While you suckled with the hatas, on the crossfada
And you say Queens city

Hey, you can call me on your mobile phone
Or grab a pen and a sheet of paper and write a letter at your home
You can download my music off an internet site,
Or you could be mixtapin it, we’ll still be creatin it
You could have a compact disc, with vinyl gratin’ it
Vibrations, be still, and keep the vibe waitin
A watcher or a reader, a loner or a leader
You could be the one that make the party cold or make it heat up
(make the beats heat up)
Bust slow to my motion, from the highest mountain to the bottom of the ocean
You want it? Final attack, get attacked on DAT
Cause and effect, it’s because we wreck
There’s no flaws to detect
So don’t pause the deck
Local or international, took galactic respect
You could fall from the pressure
Or could you take the weight
(and rhythmic break)
And you say Queens city
March 27, 2013 12:24 pm
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  • Next View (feat. Uyama Hiroto)
  • By: Nujabes
  • Metaphorical Music
  • 4 Plays

"Next View (feat. Uyama Hiroto)" by Nujabes

March 26, 2013 12:26 pm
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  • A Day By Atmosphere Supreme
  • By: Nujabes
  • Metaphorical Music
  • 9 Plays

"A Day By Atmosphere Supreme" by Nujabes

March 25, 2013 11:49 am
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  • Think Different (feat. Substantial)
  • By: Nujabes
  • Metaphorical Music
  • 9 Plays

"Think Different (feat. Substantial)" by Nujabes

Yo, check it out
I want you to pay attention to this
Know what I’m saying, listen up, alright?

You bust lead? So do I, except mine impregnates the page
Giving birth to thoughts that unify
You fuck little girls, I make love to women
My words uplift, yours are poisonous like venom
I’m an emcee, you’re a rapper
I’m as real as they come
While half the guys you idolize are just actors
You run from commitment, I remain loyal
You call women bitches
I call them queens because they’re royal
You make rap songs, I make soul music
When God speaks through rhythm, will you go to it
Yo I save my cash; yours, you blow through it
I say your child’s special, you say he’s so stupid
I’m pouring my heart out in everything written
You’re scared you’ll look soft, heart remains hidden
Yo on touchy subjects nerves I stay hittin’
But I ain’t better than you, I just think different

Is the glass half full or half empty?
It’s based on your perspective quite simply
We’re the same and we’re not, know what I’m saying? Listen
So I ain’t better than you, I just think different

My fam run things, while you run your jewelry
My people pop lock, you tough guys pop toolies
You rock gems, I drop gems
You Xerox copying while I originate material to stimulate
Positive thought patterns when the chosen start gathering
We bar none
Yo I got jokes, you are one
I’m out doing it while you talk about it
I’m constantly in the mix while you walk around it
You try, I do
I’m wise, you’re clueless
I get the job done, you fail and make excuses
I’m a gentleman, your behavior’s abusive
I’m patient, you’re jumping the gun, false start
You’re caught up in dress codes, I’ll shop at Wal-Mart
Sucker, I’m all heart and you’re half-hearted
You suckas are vandals, we graf artist
Thought you had the last laugh but we laugh hardest

Is the glass half full or half empty?
It’s based on your perspective quite simply
We’re the same and we’re not, know what I’m saying? Listen
So I ain’t better than you, I just think different

You fall in love with body parts, I connect mentally
With my female counterpart before we bond physically
Cats I chill with rap about revolution
While you rap about drug abuse and distribution
You wanna be like Mike, yo I wanna be me
My queen’s hard to obtain while yours is easy
We both from Maryland but be reppin’ D.C.
We all front sometimes, that’s how emcees be
My word is bond and yours is worthless
You’re mainstream, I’m beneath the surface
I stay working hard while you’re hardly workin’
All you want is money and your dick sucked, are you certain?
I want a better world for our seeds to live in
I put faith in myself, not the system
Yo, we trying to travel so why you making pit stops?
You cats is rap and I’m hip-hop


Is the glass half full or half empty?
It’s based on your perspective quite simply
We’re the same and we’re not, know what I’m saying? Listen
So I ain’t better than you, I just think different

March 24, 2013 1:03 pm
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  • Letter From Yokosuka
  • By: Nujabes
  • Metaphorical Music
  • 19 Plays

"Letters from Yokosuka" by Nujabes

March 22, 2013 12:47 pm
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  • Beat Laments The World
  • By: Nujabes
  • Metaphorical Music
  • 10 Plays

"Beat Laments the World" by Nujabes

March 21, 2013 12:55 pm
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  • Highs 2 Lows (feat. Cise Starr from CYNE)
  • By: Nujabes
  • Metaphorical Music
  • 10 Plays

"Highs 2 Lows (feat. Cise Starr from CYNE)" by Nujabes


Individual stars float in the ocean of God
Rocking a pinky ring of Saturn while I’m visiting Mars
Egos bigger than Jupiter are breaking the bars
Holding me back down to Earth to physical laws
Touching the moon, grace as I ready resume
Comets flying through space bringing possible doom
Blocking the sun, bring a holocaust on the world
I’m talking back to Father Time, Mother Earth is my girl
I got the wings of angels walking down the valley of death
Watching my step, ‘cause The Devil’s never one to respect
Come correct on the studio track, taking it back
To the pen and pad, I blast the original rap
Brother on the B-Boy tip, with Krylon spit
I tag the charts with the graphical hits
So who you fucking with, arm leg led to arm head
Snapping your neck back while you spit out a Pez
I be the original son of a bitch, hurting your wrist
'Cause you spinning my shit so much the needle skip
Flip to the rhythm and reminisce, remember the days of
'94 (Nine Four) hip-hop was a gift
Words out of her lips came straight from the heart
Never prepackaged or bought, void of negative thought
Peddle to consumers, magazines, and rumors
Commercial spots turn real artists to looters
Precise rap, rock and roll, nigga lets do this
I’ll float through those break beats with my maneuvers

Yo regardless
While I be moving swiftly through darkness
Plotting, charting my path, I’m running, cutting my losses
Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications
And tribulations of my life of revelations

Speaking to scorpions making my heart turn to porcelain
That used to have a steady beat now its easily broken
My coast and train of thought stopped emotions
Welling at the core of my being causing commotion
Need to release, ‘cause the stress will tear me to pieces
My love ceases and my thoughts break into leases
The height of my life, but the strife making me leave this
I can’t beat this, going to God to defeat this
Will he help, or do I have to do this myself?
Alone and confused, the blues burden my health
My eyes remain closed ‘cause my highs are lows
I’m feeling the blows of rain cause my pain is cold
Now who am I, a man or a pawn in life?
Living day to day, I pray am I wrong or right
Losing my mind so maybe you can help me find
The way to go so I can be leaving this pain behind
Trying to sleep, “Sleep is the cousin of death,”
Said a wise man from Queensbridge, on beats he blessed
Trying to rest, instead I rest my head
On a pillow of hardships, misery is the bed
On my back, I lie, I can see the skies
Through the glass ceiling, the reason tears drowning my eyes
And I can’t move, grief won’t let me think
My soul is dry; I crawl just to take a drink
I made you blink, think like a visible man
With mechanical hands trying to reach out to my fans

Yo regardless
While I be moving swiftly through darkness
Plotting, charting my path, I’m running, cutting my losses
Stumbling over unknown bumps and complications
And tribulations of my life of revelations

Yo viscosity of the hidden meaning between my words
Thicken the plot, I caught hidden rhythms and verse
I’m loading the hearse, you biting like a Dracula curse
I’m bringing the worst of hurt like a sermon in church
Pertaining to you, hurts just to listen to truth
So you’d rather listen to lies, so you’re living to lose
I’m beginning to win, young man, master in sin
Battle within, looking at The Devil and grin
I’m flipping the script, walking on a journey and trip
On the gurney they missed, and the fact that life is a bitch
And I’m hating this shit, losing blood, making me crip
With stakes aside, bet, and I lost the grip
Searching for bliss, with the razor over my wrist
Needing a job but the drug test’s checking my piss
I’m looking through a window and seeing the immaculate conception reborn
Peace in my core with seven swords, a knight in a war
Looking to the eyes of the lord, calculating what more
Seeing the signs of heaven nevermore
The last matador riding the pale horse, losing my course
Splitting the hairs, causing divorce
Marriage unborn, I havoc in song, I stumble upon
Lost jewels of thought, thought to be gone
Lost forever, I sever motherfuckers with letters
Written in script, forward to the rap that I rip
From the top of the lip, make a drink, take it and sip
Then I’m gulping the shit
Falling deeper in the abyss…

March 20, 2013 10:17 am
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  • Kumomi
  • By: Nujabes
  • Metaphorical Music
  • 19 Plays

"Kumomi" by Nujabes

March 16, 2013 12:07 pm
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  • Lady Brown (feat. Cise Starr from CYNE)
  • By: Nujabes
  • Metaphorical Music
  • 29 Plays

"Lady Brown (feat. Cise Starr from CYNE)" by Nujabes


Crush a coal to a diamond
Eyes forever shining
Your beauty alone inspire a nigga to rhyming
Thinking of the better things in life
Thinking of how I could persuade you to become my wife
Hand in hand as we floating over tropical sands
You my lady, I’m ya man
So let’s futher advance to the next scene
Me sleeping next to you resting
You are the personification of all God’s blessings
Coming to me in just one physical being
One physical dream that I wanna redeem
You’re Voluptuous
Sweet caramel brown honeydew
Satin skin smooth to the touch, what a nigga do
So sensual
Her smile like a chemical extract of perfection
Rare mineral
She smell like a happy birthday on a Thursday
Quiet time love sleep in I wake early

Honey brown wit the long black hair
Teasing me with a kiss and a stare
Slight touch and you taking me there
So fine and it just ain’t fair
So beautiful and so damn rare

She’s angelic and energetic
Using sex as a weapon
I reckon that I’m confessing
Her body is just a blessing from God Down to earth
She needs to be in a church to prove that
We didn’t spawn from fish but God’s work
Hurts to see her clothed cause her body beholds
Secrets untold valued like platinum and gold
For she is the key to open my mind to see
The energy that radiates from the gates of heavenly bliss
I reminisce over touch and kiss
While you fucking a bitch I go make love to my miss
Never scandalous
It unanimous that the how i handled it
Lights off and candle lit rooms and glamorous
Yo I call you love sexual you look edible
Parallel snuggle up close intellectual
In a rendezvous who are you in wrap hairdo
No makeup in jean shorts open toe shoe
I wanna hold you mold ya soul I behold you
Know you better than myself never own you
But keep you never leave you
I beseech you
Gods gift to man is you wearing a see through
Riding Seadoos in Atlantic Ocean
Causing commotion
Lay you down going through the motions
Keep ya skin soft lotions got me coasting
Down pretty round brown thighs the candles low lit

Honey brown wit the long black hair
Teasing me with a kiss and a stare
Slight touch and you taking me there
So fine and it just ain’t fair
So beautiful and so damn rare

Look at this agreeable
Delightful, delectable
Unforgettable
So sweet she may be edible
She needs a pedestal To step out of heaven you ready boo
Never hypothetical you factual and magical
Fuck theatrical
Baby girl because you actual
Physically your chemistry is so mathematical
Had to use academics to define your spirit
You lifting my limits
Your name off my tongue is a lyric
She’s a compilation of my minds representation
Of a representative
Representing an excellent revelation of time and dedication
Never impatient
She know the deal
Revealed herself to me
So I can see Her heavenly ways
Her heavenly gaze
And plus it don’t hurt that she has an ass for days
So as we lay I reminisce on the day that we met
Please god never let me forget