Music Mondays – Run The Jewels – “Talk To Me”

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2016, alternative hip hop, Atlanta, Big Dada, Blue Hurt, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Brooklyn, California, Chapel Hill, Company Flow, Dungeon Family, El-P, Fool's Gold, Georgia, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Music, Jaime Meline, Key Yemaya Walker, Keypsiia, Keypsiia Walker, Keypsiia Yemaya Walker, Killer Mike, Lazerface, Mass Appeal, Michael Render, Mike Bigga, New York, New York City, North Carolina, OutKast, RTJ, Run the Jewels, Run the Jewels 3, Sacramento, Talk To Me, UNC, UNC Chapel Hill, Underground hip hop, United States, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Run The Jewels feat. Zack De La Rocha – “Close Your Eyes” Blue Lines Coachella Week

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2014, alternative hip hop, Atlanta, Blue Hurt, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Blue Lines Coachella Weekend, Brooklyn, California, Chapel Hill, Coachella, Coachella Festival, Coachella Valley, Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival, Dungeon Family, El-P, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Music, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Jaime Meline, Key Yemaya Walker, Keypsiia, Keypsiia Walker, Keypsiia Yemaya Walker, Killer Mike, Long Beach, Mass Appeal, Michael Render, Mike Bigga, New York, New York City, OutKast, Police Brutality, Rage Against The Machine, rap metal, Rapper, Rikers Island, Run the Jewels, Run the Jewels 2, Sacramento, UNC, UNC Chapel Hill, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, Yankees, Zacharias Manuel de la Rocha, Zack De La Rocha

[Zack De La Rocha:]
Run them jewels fast, run them, run them jewels fast
Run them, run them, r-run them, run them, f–k the slow mo

[Killer Mike (El-P):]
Fashion slave, you protestin’ to get in a f–kin’ look book
Everything I scribble’s like The Anarchist Cookbook
(Look good, posing in a centerfold of Crook Book)
Black on black on black with a ski mask, that is my crook look
How you like my stylin’, bruh? Ain’t nobody stylin’, bruh
‘Bout to turn this mothaf–ka up like Riker’s Island, bruh
Where my thuggers and my cripples and my bloodles and my brothers?
When you n—-s gon’ unite and kill the police, mothaf–kas?
Or take over a jail, give those COs hell
The burnin’ of the sulfur, God damn I love the smell
Like it’s a pillow torchin’, where the f–k the warden?
And when you find him, we don’t kill him, we just waterboard him
We killin’ ’em for freedom cause they tortured us for boredom
And even if some good ones die, f–k it, the Lord’ll sort ’em

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Run the Jewels – “Blockbuster Night Part 1” *Coachella Week

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2014, Atlanta, Blockbuster Night Part 1, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Brooklyn, Buckhead, Coachella, Coachella 2015, Company Flow, Dungeon Family, El-P, Georgia, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Jaime Meline, Killer Mike, Landmark Diner, Little Shalimar, Mass Appeal, New York, OutKast, Rapper, Roswell Road, Run the Jewels, Shaka Zulu

[Killer Mike:]
Bunches and bunches, punches is thrown until you’re frontless
Oodles and oodles, bang bullets at suckas’ noodles
Last album voodoo, proved that we was f–kin’ brutal
I’m talking crazy, half past the clock is cuckoo
You rappers doodoo, baby s–t, just basic boo boo
I’m Shaka Zulu, Mansa Musa, my money buku
My beats is bangin’, f–k what you rappin’, who produced you?
I slapped the snot, take what ya got and Run The Jewels you

[El-P:]
You itsy bitsy furry fright and frickin’ sickly
A little prickly, d–k on display for Winter swimming
Look at these kitties, Mike, I’mma rat-a-tat ’em for living
I deal in dirty work, do the deed and then dash, ditch ’em
I’d lend a hand but they stuck in a fist and gun position
We run our brand where destruction’s the number one commitment
It’s all a joke between mom contractions and coffin fittings
So we disappear in the smoke like we’re f–kin’ magicians