Foundations [EP]

by MC FÜBB

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Foundations, because they are the basis of creation and all I hear is bullshit on the radio station! it’s all about drugs, ice, and carrying fire-arms if rappers spit flames on tracks, this is a fire-bomb wack emcees get me vexed, that’s why I’m hittin’ you and everyone I talk to says that they’re sick of you best rhymes are pitiful, intellectually minuscule in a world full of pretense, consider this an interlude (that) ya’ll can just listen to ya’ll can just move to and groove to learn something from it if you choose to (while) most hustle aimlessly, tryna get paid right here, this is where the Foundations get laid FOUNDATIONS
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You’re in a bad situation, why you making it worse? break your neck with the mic. so you can break in the Hearse this ain’t what I wanna do, man, it’s what I gotta do if you provoke me your arm’s too short to choke me this ain’t a hoax, B writing down the facts that you won’t see cuz you think that I’m joking what the fuck you smoking? my rhymes leave your pride broken yo, you better wake up now here’s a parable: you try to mess with me and that’s a terrible idea my rhymes send you straight to hell I’m MC FÜBB, get to know the name well I rebel on the mic., I give a fuck if this will sell most fiending to get played on radio and TV be infecting the game like an STD next to me, they’re in a false state of ecstasy I spit ‘em rhymes that they’re far too perplexed to see Chorus: A generation screams for revolution blood and guns just ain’t the solution vengeance and violence only brings police sirens breaking the silence is my contribution A generation screams for revolution blood and guns just ain’t the solution vengeance and violence only brings police sirens my contribution is breaking the silence When I’m spitting the writtens, I start foaming like rabies what I write for the mic could be inspiring babies to resist, raise a fist to the mass assimilation mediocrity of minds is destroying the nation political lies are pitiful, with ridicule heads follow it and swallow it like brainwash videos but I ain’t gonna pout – that’s not what I’m about living in revolutionary times, no doubt the greatest evil that a good man can do is sit back and do nothing while hatred goes un-confronted let me tell you something better put down the blunt and stop frontin’ cuz this ain’t a joke cousin this is in your face shit not some outer-space shit write my rhymes in ink so that nobody can erase it spit so much truth in one rhyme, I make your brain sick like heroin withdrawal, I know your dying to taste it Chorus: A generation screams for revolution blood and guns just ain’t the solution vengeance and violence only brings police sirens breaking the silence is my contribution A generation screams for revolution blood and guns just ain’t the solution vengeance and violence only brings police sirens my contribution is breaking the silence When I’m wilin’, freestylin’, I start breaking the silence rhymes freeing and flying out the cell, like Riker’s Island filing and piling these rhymes, as I start smiling multiplying rhyming while these people crying and dying how many people lacking the choices ‘cause they ain’t got voices? still they dream of owning Rolls Royces they focused on situations hopeless the motive for most is to find where the dope is like players with no coaches, lost in the scramble trying to manage lives that they just can’t handle struggling to live, yo – how does that make sense? trying to make it big when they can’t even pay rent here is my statement: everybody’s gotta live for something; if we don’t create meaning then our lives mean nothing! subdued long enough, now I write these rhymes to free minds we live in revolutionary times Chorus: A generation screams for revolution blood and guns just ain’t the solution vengeance and violence only brings police sirens breaking the silence is my contribution A generation screams for revolution blood and guns just ain’t the solution vengeance and violence only brings police sirens my contribution is breaking the silence Bridge: Yeah, I’m breaking the silence Yeah, I’m breaking the silence Yeah, I’m breaking the silence Yeah, we breaking the silence Are you breaking the silence? or are you causing the violence? I start hearing those sirens and it’s telling me we gotta be breaking the silence Chorus: A generation screams for revolution blood and guns just ain’t the solution vengeance and violence only brings police sirens breaking the silence is my contribution A generation screams for revolution blood and guns just ain’t the solution vengeance and violence only brings police sirens my contribution is breaking the silence
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03:37
There were times in my life only the beat could comfort me I meditate and wait for the lyrics to come to me like 1, 2, 3…I start writing in a world of clenched fists, the poet with his pen fighting, reciting raps from the depth of his soul through a hole in his flesh, he spits the vocals dice rolls, switching flow from ordinary to bold like the difference in lustre from bronze to gold cuz what’s sold and on the radio, not biting of those with a pen in my hand, I be fighting my foes sprouting life from a desolate landscape God transforms a small part of himself into a man’s shape and manifests in the rhythm saying “FÜBB, hit ‘em!” shift their minds to an alternate position so the rhymes get written, subsequently I’m spittin’ to the beat, vocals fittin’ with heat to bend iron wills into submission Chorus: Let me tell you about the self you can’t see let me tell you why this emcee’s F-U-B-B Foundations of Understanding Based on Benevolence a lot of kats be talking shit but lacking any relevance Let me tell you about the self you can’t see let me tell you why this emcee’s F-U-B-B Foundations of Understanding Based on Benevolence show me reverence, I’m taking rap back to its elements The rhetoric’s pathetic I’m real, never synthetic I’ma spit the truth just one time, so don't forget it through struggles, I came from days of spitting with a muzzle no words could escape from society’s bubble fuck the trouble it brings, I got songs, not to sing but to rap, I rep the mic. not the “bling-bling” or the claps of guns, people fucking with the funds tryna make a living? hell nah, yo, they tryna run this whole rap game and dominate the industry they look like grown men but their minds are in their infancy and literally lyrics are stretched like ductility in the heart of the facility, they have no stability mental infertility, they can’t see my ability I would try to reason but they have no civility so I’m left with this responsibility: I got a destiny to fill ‘cause it won’t be fulfilling me Chorus: Let me tell you about the self you can’t see let me tell you why this emcee’s F-U-B-B Foundations of Understanding Based on Benevolence a lot of kats be talking shit but lacking any relevance Let me tell you about the self you can’t see let me tell you why this emcee’s F-U-B-B Foundations of Understanding Based on Benevolence show me reverence, I’m taking rap back to its elements Check the way I put it up when I come up to set it up make them look impotent like men who can’t get it up got a federation, you best believe I’m setting up rap: my occupation, I’m sure the fuck not letting up the mic. is like an empty bottle, with my spit I’m filling it not at all sadistic yo, but on the mic I’m killing it people sit in shadows or they dwelling in the dust when everybody cowers, tell me, who can you trust? so I get up and I bust, pick up the mic. and thrust it to the air, ‘cause I care, phony emcees should beware got the skill to make the competition stop and stare elevating mental stairs, getting grizzly like a bear this is my dream, I’d be damned not to follow it my rhyme is revolution in a pill, can you swallow it? it’s not about the killing or the dawn of the apocalypse the message that I’m sending you is that you won’t be stopping this! Chorus: Let me tell you about the self you can’t see let me tell you why this emcee’s F-U-B-B Foundations of Understanding Based on Benevolence a lot of kats be talking shit but lacking any relevance Let me tell you about the self you can’t see let me tell you why this emcee’s F-U-B-B Foundations of Understanding Based on Benevolence show me reverence, I’m taking rap back to its elements
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I’m not Superman, Spiderman or Batman hold a microphone instead of holding a gat, man understand, that I got this phat plan to blast through industry brains like splat! man now that I’ve got your attention, let me mention the way my rhymes relieve tension similar to distension in the stomach, these kats stretch wacks on tracks, but can’t run it a lot of ya’ll talk that bullshit about busting off with a full-clip but one thing you’ve gotta realize that’s the reason Biggie and Pac died time to reflect that inward eye locate the truth, dispel the lies realize what’s been circumscribed in your mind are signs to coincide with the times no it’s not fine, and I’m not ok with it am I sincere? yes, check the cadences so many profess that banal faithlessness won’t talk about a dream, let alone go chasing it a glorious life, most folks ain’t tasting it truth defacing it, love erasing it running from life instead of embracing it lost true faith so we try replacing it with drinks and drugs, props and hugs timbs and lugz gold chains, fake tits and thugs I fit you with the truth like a hand to glove in tryna act cool, we lost the love HOOK: I hear these people talking all this bullshit on the daily I think if I keep listening to it I might go crazy I try to silence all the voices echoing in my mind no wonder why this peace of mind I seek is so hard to find Without the love, what you got to live for? If it’s all about me, what I got to give for? Like I’ma take mine, you can take yours and if I’m stronger, you take a loss and while I get richer, you can get poor you can just rot while I’m rockin’ on tour that’s an attitude I refuse to adopt refuse to cop, like Q-Tip Breathe and Stop— and show me what you got if you follow so far, I can thicken the plot we’re consumed by selfishness, lost in senselessness, straight defencelessness to the censorship locked down like we serving life sentences pleading to the lord for our repentances wonder ‘bout my lifestyle, was I meant for this? should I enter this, or put an end to this? topic I rock it, you can knock it or cop it I’ma hold it I got it, hands out of my pockets mic. grippin, no bitchin, heavy hitting I pop it out the park, while I trench thru the dark section taking bold strides cuz ain’t no half-steppin’ some give me daps but still disrespectin’ I don't really care, stay my learning my lessons know-it-all kats can burn in mic sessions I’m guessing, sophistry they professin’ instead of just talking, try asking the question two eyes and ears, what’s that about? look and listen before that shit comes out your mouth! HOOK: I hear these people talking all this bullshit on the daily I think if I keep listening to it I might go crazy I try to silence all the voices echoing in my mind no wonder why this peace of mind I seek is so hard to find (2x) peace of mind I seek, thru these rhymes I speak right on time with beats, for mics. I’m a freak I keep droppin shit, they keep talkin shit say one thing and do the opposite I don’t got time for that, bullshit lying crap I find the truth where my brain fibres at I hear one more wack track, I’ma snap mission in rap’s to put T-dot on the map most don’t capitalize, time, they fraternize rap, they patronize, rhymes, they bastardize, hip hop, scandalized, sex, tantalized, meanwhile, with these skills I maximize my potential, dent you with rhythm I sent you if I bent you with the force message I meant to not offend you, but to mend you, whether or not you consent to with the pencil, I wrote down, barriers I broke down rap about hope now, people get choked up sleeping in misery? time that we woke up people rather smoke up, drink and get doped up instead of smelling flowers they be sniffing the coke up noose around our own necks as we pull the rope up time bombs ticking in our chests to blow up still I rhyme so sick that you could throw up it’s time for rappers on the mic to grow up instead of rapping ‘bout how you’re so fly talking that you can dress better than I look into the mirror into your own eyes and ask yourself where your true self lies my appeal, is simply to keep it real cuz most headz won’t just say what they feel it’s not about sense, it’s ego and nonsense slaves to our pride, we should listen to our conscience HOOK: I hear these people talking all this bullshit on the daily I think if I keep listening to it I might go crazy I try to silence all the voices echoing in my mind no wonder why this peace of mind I seek is so hard to find (2x)
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CHORUS: Rock with me, if you’ve had enough sorrow Walk with me, and believe in a better tomorrow Talk to me, if you wanna face the truth and won’t resist when it’s time to experience the metamorphosis Don’t tell me people can’t change I’ve seen change occur with my own eyes experienced my own ties severed, done things that I once swore never would I do— I guess I thought I was clever In my endeavours pursued my desires without paying my dues, wanted to be admired, walked through fire emerged on the other side, scathed and burned, had to learn, there’s reasons to be showing concern when you dance with devil, best not to get close cuz the poison that you love can also hurt you the most I learned that the hard way, believe me there’s a better way saw my share of pain, but prayed for a better day I believe that we find what we’re looking for and if we’re looking for trouble, that’s what’s in store operating from a theory that we gotta prove and if we’re open to love, then we can have it too we all do what we gotta do to get by years ago, I would do anything to get high but then I, opened my eyes, I realized that I didn’t have to live that way, I metamorphosized CHORUS: Rock with me, if you’ve had enough sorrow Walk with me, and believe in a better tomorrow Talk to me, if you wanna face the truth and won’t resist when it’s time to experience the metamorphosis I metamorphosize dreams into reality It seems today to do that’s an abnormality Although rocking mics doesn’t pay a salary it’ll take more than financial fears to rattle me and shake me off the path that I’m determined to walk upon, regardless of the topics that I talk upon stalking on, these beats, ain’t got time for toking chron spoken on, truths sharp like the pain of broken arms now we can face our fears or just run from ‘em so many dreams go up in smoke, get done from ‘em that’s the virtue in being courageous to act despite fear is a force that amazes with the wisdom of sages, to do it at the right time gotta make the picture clear, I guess that’s why I write rhymes I hear some of ya’ll claim that you’re never scared you’re either lying through your teeth or you’re unaware of the world that you’re living in, without a care which makes you crazier than a schizo in a rocking chair this whole egocentric way of life has gotta stop I metamorphosize in every single line I drop CHORUS: Rock with me, if you’ve had enough sorrow Walk with me, and believe in a better tomorrow Talk to me, if you wanna face the truth and won’t resist when it’s time to experience the metamorphosis metamorphosizing, cuz I’m rising to a better day I’ma walk this path, regardless what the weather say rain, hail, or snow, I’ma still go, I’ma bust my flow, and given the chance, then I’ma blow up, like a mushroom cloud that is atomic so sick, I make these pussy MC’s straight vomit like gin with no tonic, burning suckas like chronic I’ma hit you with the rhythm ‘till you staring catatonic I rock it, over ranges of topics, mastering my ebonics, while these dumb rappers hooked on phonics my flow, they can’t stop it or block it, even at the end of my rope, I still cope, dope, like narcotics so you can take in your vein, just to ease the pain ya’ll can get aboard the train, of thought inside my brain I’m not just here to entertain, or spit a lot of game I’m here to send a message in the hopes that some of ya’ll will gain some perspective and insight so you can ignite the light inside your soul and shine it bright love, hope and faith aren’t weak, that’s all lies we can learn the truth if we learn to metamorphosize CHORUS: Rock with me, if you’ve had enough sorrow Walk with me, and believe in a better tomorrow Talk to me, if you wanna face the truth and won’t resist when it’s time to experience the metamorphosis
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It’s undisputable; there’s something about this world that’s inherently beautiful so I try to express it through rhymes suitable to explain how I can see the sun through the rain how I can find God’s love in the midst of the pain but there’s an essence even poets can seldom touch the unexpected rush of God’s presence it’s a universal beauty that’s perceived by millions like the innocence reflected in the eyes of children or the force that flows through my pen when I’m building these rhymes, to make my words etched in time, still I’m searching for solidarity in broken glass ‘cause the material shatters so fast and I won’t pretend to know what the future holds so I’m living for today ‘till the days that I’m old and I refuse to take life for granted even with my head in the clouds, I keep my feet firmly planted CHORUS: Because life is blessing and I’m learning through its lessons asking the right questions realizing that my life is my most valuable possession yeah – because life is a blessing Yeah, life is blessing and I’m learning through its lessons asking the right questions realizing that my life is my most valuable possession yeah, baby – because life is a blessing Sometimes I tune out the world, put my headphones on ‘cause I get cynical, hearing all the shit that goes on if all men are really created equal then why’s there so much slander directed against my people? represent .02 percent the world population but get 80 percent of media discrimination realities like this, make me insist that utopia cannot exist and it’s easy to get pissed spitting rhymes is my form of clenching of fist I ain’t endorsing the violence in the chill of the breeze, I feel my soul in the silence praying that God gives me guidance so I can move mountains inside of myself and maybe become the type of man that someday might raise a son but for now I just strive to enjoy what I’ve been given I’m living for today so I don’t need to be forgiven CHORUS: Because life is blessing and I’m learning through its lessons asking the right questions realizing that my life is my most valuable possession yeah – because life is a blessing Yeah, life is blessing and I’m learning through its lessons asking the right questions realizing that my life is my most valuable possession yeah, baby – because life is a blessing
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03:15
my pen touch the paper, I explode with emotion rise like the tide carries waves in the ocean don’t care about clout, can’t doubt my devotion boom-baps with original rap, catch my notion? I’m floating, high above the limits that were dictated to me refuse to be jaded, conveying what was related to me state it how I create it, impossible to see through me predictable high quality, this ain’t no B-movie shifting gears, similar to a Ferrari Testarosa hours spent writing these rhymes, what I devote-ta the art, yes I’m playing my part by expressing the truth that’s inside of my heart thru the light and the dark, I use the mic. as my spark to light the torch for the quest upon which I embark and I don’t take life for granted cuz sure as I’m living on this planet, any day, in any way, I could dearly depart though it’s hard, I refuse to let the raps be corroded raise your fist in the air if your heart is devoted! Chorus: I’M DEVOTED; in every single line I compose I’M DEVOTED; that’s why I write these poetry and prose I’M DEVOTED; every time I pick up the mic. I’M DEVOTED; every single day of my life I’M DEVOTED; that’s why I pray to God when I rise I’M DEVOTED; that’s why I can’t believe all the lies I’M DEVOTED; to surpass societal norms I’M DEVOTED; to hip hop, in all of its forms I stay devoted duly noted, let me quote it: “with this art we can’t compromise,” like Shad wrote it I been broken been tokin’, been chokin’ but after all the pain that I’ve been thru, I’m still hopin’ well spoken, so I stick with the rappin’ I refuse to get pissed without taking some action put the core of my essence on the track, no actin’ get attention of the masses without the gun clappin’ it’s hard to motivate and relate, when being faced with hate ignorance spreads across human-kind like a plague, to this date it’s not a matter of fate our reality’s dictated by choices we make so I choose to committed, refuse the counterfeited falsities repulsing me, lusting me like adultery tryna put the fault on me, but I stand solidly cuz I’m a man of God, regardless of what they’re calling me vandals of hip hop owe the culture an apology nod if you identify, you don’t gotta follow me if you spit real raps and your own hand wrote it, raise your fist in the air cuz your heart is devoted! Chorus: I’M DEVOTED; in every single line I compose/ I’M DEVOTED; that’s why I write these poetry and prose/ I’M DEVOTED; every time I pick up the mic./ I’M DEVOTED; every single day of my life/ I’M DEVOTED; that’s why I pray to God when I rise/ I’M DEVOTED; that’s why I can’t believe all the lies/ I’M DEVOTED; to surpass societal norms/ I’M DEVOTED; to hip hop, in all of its forms/
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04:55
MC FÜBB sensation coming right across your nation I surpass assimilation, lyrical assassination of the bullshit conversation seeking annihilation and death and desecration to my verbal transformation I developed it through patience, through my wilful dedication bring emancipation to the soul incarceration to people of races I will make association, grow a plantation to the enforce the foundation, this rapping federation isn’t basing on the hating or sedation of elation to the vocal elevation here’s the demonstration, you don’t like it, change the station this is not a connotation, feel the intonation, what I’m saying: we don’t need to bring our own destruction, meeting at the junction to get the brain suction, lose the mind function so the game can’t operate, turn hip hop to a mockery? this I can’t tolerate It’s no upside-down kingdom or a castle in the sky, I’m laying the foundations for the future here’s why: without a foundation, your house will collapse likewise, with no foundation, most these rappers are spitting crap! been through hell and I’m not going back I’ma stay on my track mind sober, can’t afford to relapse so if I hear ‘em spit wacks, I’ma melt ‘em like wax turn the heat up on these iced-out rappers, their bound to crack writing like a titan, like a sniper I be sighting the words that I’m reciting gonna tell you why I’m fighting for the greater wrong to righten, yo the cause is so inviting clench my verbal fist, make the dark world brighten I penetrate to infiltrate, through the cracks I percolate rhyming start to circulate, never to impersonate hating isn’t worth the hate, they violate to compensate violence come to bring the fate, silence to emancipate the symptoms of another state that dealers wanna instigate I descend through the valley-great so rappers can retaliate eliminate the bitter taste dictating the race to sit and wait until the date that we will pass through golden gates unto a place you never heard, make your life swerve talking shit like you the man, but you do not deserve to even be called a rapper, you just get on people’s nerves might not like the taste, but your dinner is served couldn’t wait for fate cuz I surpassed passed that mind-state had to create, like De La Soul set a grind-date sometimes when I rap, I sound irate but that’s only because I think that society tries to dictate the way we livin’, way we’re raising our children the way we’re driven, all of this just to prevent us from building a new foundation, here’s a new revelation, conversation some don’t want us to have, yo I start getting mad it’s like that mic., they don’t want me to grab sharp with the vocab, hours spent in the lab just so I could get my message across, so many lost, thinking that ice to floss is the endgame? ha! a platinum chain around your neck is still a chain even free physically, we’re locked down inside our brains it’s a crying shame, man I’m sick of the crying game gone through the growing pains, passed through the glowing flame despite it all, yo, I overcame now you’ve gotta know the name I don’t have time to listen to the criticism my mission requires precision, I got a vision I can grip it in my hand, it’s unmistakable ‘cause I’ve seen images of what we are capable of the potential force pounds like my heart ventricle possibilities wrap my brain like a tentacle try not to be cynical, believe in the miraculous but negative states of mind are constantly attacking us smacking us, telling us that we’re insufficient but the myth of self-worth has got us trapped in a prison so that’s why I’ve risen up, to get ya’ll to listen up hittin’ up your ears with the message that’s it’s enough of sitting and waiting for the world to get better while we’re hating on each other instead of building together acting like we’ll be living forever but we only live forever through our deeds we satisfy our needs, then we drink and smoke weed succumbing to greed, yes indeed it’s a sad state of affairs but no-one seems to care, content to just stare out our skulls, we’re drifting like ships with no hull in shark infested water, like lambs to the slaughter sometimes I wonder about our sons and daughters all these little kids, boys and girls it’s for THEM that we gotta make a difference in the world

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Debut release by MC FÜBB.

Foundations

Post-apocalyptic warzone. The earth is covered with craters, the trees are shattered into shards of burnt wood, garbage is strewn across the ground as far as the eye can see. The radio stations, buildings of record labels and commercial distributors, promotion headquarters and luxury mansions have all been reduced to rubble. And beneath all the rubble of all these buildings lay cracked and broken foundations.

Under the ground, under the layers of trash, dirt and filth, there lay piles of scratched CDs, warped records, busted tapes ranging from 8-track to cassette to DAT, snapped turntable needles, broken canvases and soiled sketch pads, empty aerosol-paint cans, melted linoleum and pulverized cardboard, soaked oversized T-shirts and ripped baggy jeans, pages upon lined pages of torn, forgotten rhyme books, and a plethora of destroyed microphones.

But all is not lost. At the corner of one of the dilapidated structures, a graffiti artist begins to paint, making use of the dozens of nearly empty aerosol cans he has managed to scrounge together. A DJ is spinning a scratched record on an old monograph with the needle from an addict’s syringe. A b-boy and a b-girl start breaking over layers of cardboard gathered from the surrounding area. An old man sitting on a lawn chair begins to beat-box. And in the center of it all stands an MC with a shovel in his hands.

His name is MC FÜBB. The words of dead and forgotten MCs and poets ring loudly in his mind and he drives the shovel into the ground and begins to dig. His goal: to journey through the rubble, reach the underground, and once there to lay new foundations in order to materialize an idea called, Hip Hop...

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released September 23, 2009

Production by TNS, Kromar, Isaac Simms, Michael Shapinko, DJ Xplisit, and Pez.
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at TraumaWest recording house. Live music recorded at Pezmosis Productions.
Album art by Jake Kovnat.
Released by Revolutionary Times Records.

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