“Task: Make a film approximately ten minutes long, consisting of shots in which the centrifugal function predominates, so that when the film is projected in reverse we discover at the end a second story. Or the same story (narrative palindrome). Or that both stories complement each other, thus creating a third story.”
Raúl Ruiz, “The Six functions of the shot” — from ‘Images of Passage’….via filmnotebook.
why u dont speak to me
is it cuz youre shy or
is it cuz you got
nothin inside ya
…
http://www.zshare.net/audio/60655991a8117575/
This is of course, incredible. There is no soprano sax like Twista’s voice.
There is of course the studio version. Peep how he changes some of the words but keeps the rhyme. He comes up with rhyming synonyms. And his images are incredibly vivid.
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Freestyle Off Mike Love Radio Bad Boy Freestyles.
One morning I
Woke up next to a chocolate fee and a red bone
My dick was hard I started stroking and poking
After toppin I tell ‘em to roll a blunt
Cause on the front I hear them niggas steady smoking and jokin
I heard it’s gonna be hot outside, gotta get up and lay my clothes out
It’s gonna be too many hoes out
Before my ladies rolled out I got ‘em to clean up the whole house
Then I threw my fit on look in the mirror get on gone
“Nigga, you looking dope plus you got a knot ($$$)”
Ain’t no cruising up out the hop
I’m hangin by the spot cuz I had to put the Lexus off up in the shop
But it’s all to the good, it’s a hood thang
Never too bogus, notice the love on the block: that nigga coolin
Aiming the radio out the window, steady grooving
Sit by the cornerstore with the indo steady movin’
Niggas who flippin new 98’s is steady cruising
Bumpin up the block, flossin for the chicks cuz they riches
But I ain’t leavin’ off the front with the blunt
Set a switch, and im pullin in all the thickest young misses
At the crib I can’t get caught with heat
If it’s some static, I shall talk and sweep
I go and get the B’s up off but chief
“Get me if the phone for me, I’m at the party across the street”
I’m enjoying the breeze high degreez and no ease
Pockets be full of G’s smoking B’s hiding the fees
Making no enemies, no po-p’s yellin out “Freeze”
Serving niggas wit ease, stacking cheese so nigga please…
Of course, we have the Joell Ortiz “Good Times” in the same vein of these “summer day in the hood” tracks.
I’m always astounded when I listen to some of the most recent work from Wayne. It’s always done in some kind of ordinary bad pop rock taste but it is so much its own UFO that it transcends everything it seems to emulate.
I think the logic is just shameless appropriation. Which is what hip hop is about anyway.
Nicki is straight out of a graphic novel that Goines would write if he was still alive.
There’s a good energy in the Young Money camp. Mack Maine and Young Money are all learning from Wayne. Nicki is the most obvious student (“I’m a ninja/ Weezy is my sensei”), but she stands on her own.
Some Weezy highlights:
I carry luggage with me, cuz y’allz is a fuckin trip!
I need good brains from a thinker
Weezy F Baby and the F is for a bunch of shit/
Red drank, blue pill, white dust/
Yes I love my country bitch/
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