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lyrics
My N.Y. (Freestyled)
“Naw, it was a trip, man, because after runnin’ away from Oakland… New York was like ‘Freedom Land’. It really was, until it started changin’ into millionaire land. But now, it’s not about where I’m at, it’s just about not bein’ who I was-’
(((((( NAHEYEMEAN SUN? ))))))))
Late night
Manhattan Life, West Village
We hatchin’ like, Dali’s eggs, actin’ like,
“Basquiat ain’t dead!”
Honey moonin’ with De Kooning
Always Downtown‘til We back Uptown
Langston Hughes-ing, Jean Toomer-ing
Blooming in a way= 145th& Broadway
Partyin’ in Chelsea like We gay
Everyone a runaway ain’t no one from here
Always in the Jazz Gallery meditatin’ with Our peers
No salary, no gravity, no grants
Everyone unknown, We all fresh transplants
Arguin’ about ancient philosophy at The Ear
Drunk as fuck prayin’ Them old gods reappear, cuz-
NY TRIBE: My New York ain’t your New York
& Our New York ain’t no New York
That Old New York that We are from
No longer exists, you know We did the twists
We did the dance, We took the chance, We took the risks
We risked it all, Yet We never fall
Cuz We learned how to levitate y’all
Eye used to wake up in Harlem like it was nothin’
Hung over as fuck, whole body sufferin’
Walk out the door It look like the great days of reconstruction
Black folks & Puerto Ricans everywhere
All Brown, all Black, I’m the lightest nigga there
Bar B Q sauce & Sofrito in the air
Get that Dominican coffee to get my mind clear
Look around, not a Starbucks anywhere
I need a cigarette, I go & see my nigga, Jeff
He at the Chess game challengin’ the best brains
Whoopin’ professors’ ass, he never took a class
& don’t believe in mistakes, he sit in front of the gate
Tradin’ laughs, every move he make
Articulates great sacred math
You know, he still got that Southern twang
but speak that city slang &anytime he checkmates ya
He holler out, “Illumination by God’s nature”
Then he tip his beret, sell you a book
& tell you what It say &what you just may
Get out of ya day, if you heed the oracle of the abnormal
display of the 5
NY TRIBE: My New York ain’t your New York
& Our New York ain’t no New York
That Old New York that We are from
No longer exists, you know We did the twists
We did the dance, We took the chance, We took the risks
We risked it all, Yet We never fall
Cuz We learned how to levitate y’all
(Nicole Goodwin poets before an excerpt from Brother from Another Planet)
Madison Washington is the brainchild of thatmanmonkz, a DJ/producer from Sheffield, England, and Malik Ameer, a rapper/poet from Oakland, California now living in Paris, France.
supported by 13 fans who also own “My N.Y. feat. Nicole Goodwin”
Like so many others, this came like a bolt out of the blue and, even though it's well before payday, I had to have this astonishing album on vinyl to prove it exists. The feel of the tunes makes me feel like the Impressions do, Curtis Mayfield, the big spaces and instinctive horns and stuff drifting in and out. Great grooves and I can see lots of ghosts nodding along to this with big smiles on their faces. At last! Anthony Cottrell
supported by 11 fans who also own “My N.Y. feat. Nicole Goodwin”
I haven't heard anything as just completely perfectly formed out of the gate--every decision the right one, what to include but more what to exclude--maybe ever. Don't know who Sault is, but they do not sound like they could be anyone who hasn't paid some dues to get this good. Or signed some Satanic contracts. 100% confidence, and it sounds 110% earned. Musicophilia