After a typical Saturday night behind the bar I decided to do some digging for new music. Now, just incase you didn’t know this about me, I definitely have a go to list of artists and musicians that I keep tabs on. I’ve been jamming these talented individuals for years, and if you rock with me then you would probably know at least a few names on this list.
Anyway, I started thinking about what I wanted to hear, and it didn’t take very long for me to recall an article I read online a little over a month ago about two of my favorite hip hop artists collaborating on an album. Talib Kweli and 9th Wonder’s Indie 500 album dropped November 6th of this year, and it definitely doesn’t disappoint. Talib’s poetic lyrics flowing on top of 9th Wonder’s melodic, and timeless tracks creates the perfect “this is a future classic” body of work.
The albums collabs shouldn’t go unnoticed either.Tracks like, “Pay ya Dues” featuring Problem and Bad Lucc undoubtedly adds extra flavor to the album.
Although I’m very much aware of how jacked up the industry is, I still wish Indie 500 would’ve received the same exposure that other 2015 albums did. This collaboration is so important to the Hip Hop music community. Music like this is a reminder that Hip Hop is still alive and well. I hope y’all hear this s***.
“The sooner you give, the sooner you get to have a love of your own.”
“The longer it takes, the better you get to know a love of your own.”
Great lyrics …
I hate how you make me feel, and I get angry knowing that I don’t get to you the way you get to me. You always weezle in and screw with my head.
We’ve been doing this weird dance for over six years now. My feet hurt, but I can’t stop moving. I keep doing my two step in hopes that I’ll one day become your only partner. I know that will never be yet, my loyalty to you remains undeniable.
You don’t call, and that’s ok. You don’t text, and I can live with that. I don’t worry about it too much because I have too many other things clouding my mind these days. Yet, late at night or even while I’m working a busy night behind the bar you creep into my brain. Thoughts of you fester, taking awhile to fizz out. It’s like a bad trip… You’re just waiting for it to be over. During those bad trips, I fight the urge to text you. I fight the urge to call you, and I’ve mastered the art of fighting these pestering urges.
I don’t listen to your music. It’s just easier that way. I don’t care to know your story because I’m not in it.