Monthly Archives: June 2014

June 26, 2014 · 2:00 pm

Updated: Regarding the NFL Redskins

So, since the owner of the Washington DC based NFL team isn’t backing down on changing the team name, even though the won’t renew the Trademark or copyright on the name. He feels he’s so right about this wrongheaded nonsense. I therefore expanded the song a little to further express my displeasure with his stubborn bullheadedness.

https://soundcloud.com/abdowell/regarding-the-nfl-redskins-1

I ain’t even full blooded, certified with sovereignty

But empathize with the mass genocide an poverty

Now America chooses justice in their foreign policy

behaved horribly when we expanded colonies

In the nations capital football franchise

they keep nasty racial slur aggrandized

might as well be the Washington DC savages

Or the victims of ethnic cleansing practices

Wouldn’t call a team Wops, Spics, Kikes or Jigaboos

How about call them the Souix, cherokee, or seminoles

Pick any tribal nations or a positive trait

Look at the names of teams in other states

the chiefs, not so bad, Atlanta Braves pretty solid

But the name Redskins needs to be abolished

Don’t want to be called a cracker honkie, or devil,

Then Dan Silver should think about being respectful

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June 24, 2014 · 7:07 pm

Mangoes and Coconuts

I was working on some song or other, and came up with the bell/chime sound and then a bassline..and then a weird song that brings me to a happy place.

https://soundcloud.com/abdowell/mangoes-and-coconuts

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Tagged as Calypso, Coconuts, Mangoes, Reggae

June 13, 2014 · 2:19 pm

Recognition

I was thinking about the creative process and who I do art for after watching Jon Favreau‘s film Chef. The movie touched me a lot, I saw how easily adaptable the story was for any artistic endeavor, not just the culinary arts. I had a mix of emotions about the film, from a slight twinge of nostalgia and jealousy at the chance to work with my friends and make great art at the same time, to having to claw myself back up to the bottom and then rise to the middle and dream about the top.

Anyway I wrote a song about what the creative process means to me and maybe a few other artists out there. It’s a work in progress with my heart firmly on my sleeve.

https://soundcloud.com/abdowell/recognition

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June 8, 2014 · 7:46 pm

A Spear Chucker Now – Chuck Spears

So I was feeling a little nostalgic and looked through my old rhymes on my old blog, Stop Trying To Play Me and came across this post. I decided those lyrics needed to be punched up and laid down on a track. . I’ve been meaning to sample a scene from Bowfinger, one of my favorite movies. So I did exactly that

https://soundcloud.com/abdowell/a-spear-chucker-now-1

Verse 1

The thing about Chuck Spears, it ain’t my given name.

It’s my taken name and right now I’m takin aim.
Not a muh f**ker outchere – trying to make it rain.
Money over bichez – (all day)- flying paper planes
(Eat -mangoes) so a chick can get – flavored brains

(swallow every drop) – don’t gotta think about – labor pains
(Bastards ain’t mine) – other dudes gotta take the blame
(Players gone play) – give a f*ck – if you hate the game

Verse 2

Used to, hold the door for chicks like Johnny Be Good
Now I bang ‘em in the bathroom like Mami we, good?
Throw up the peace sign, throw up in the next stall
Then jump on the stage and holla, Yes Yes Y’all
We Don’t stop, throw your hands in the air
And say Ho, grab my nuts. See? I just don’t care
‘Cause it ain’t even a show there ain’t even a mic
On a table in a diner rapping with a butter knife
Missed the gig, my bad it was the other night
Am I wrong for that, these days I don’t do nothing right
I’m dead wrong, good thing I’m true and livin’
Try to check me on it, come on, who ya kiddin’
I’m Chuck, Part Samson, Part Charles Manson
MMM Bop I’m Part Hanson, just start dancin’
No reason to stand still I like moving targets
My Spit got you open – kinda like chewing carpet

Verse 3

Bald head and goatee, like a black ming the merciless
sickness contagious on some dot dot circle shit
in a dark cabin I’m creepin up all murderous

brains on the walls confuse obituary journalists
put on headphones see how mind blowin my vesres is
for example watch a star from afar like Copirnicus
Straight heat to ya grill, like you’re pressed up on furnaces
No more Mr. Niceguy, Chuck Spears gone Bezerkowitz
Cross me on a bad day and all ya dreams turn to shit
having Nightmare see ya old Granny turning tricks
got ya drooling down ya chin, kids gotta learn to spit
Don’t even practice with my lines – guarnteed to burn ya lips

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Tagged as Bowfinger, Chuck Spears, Eddie Murphy, Ratchet

June 8, 2014 · 8:13 am

Precious Metals – King Midas

Another single from King Midas from the Stunning Beeboy.

(chorus)
I’m here to shine so I bring the Precious Metals out
You want what’s mine so I bring the heavy metal out
Shell casings are silver and gold
So tell me what’s the price of your soul

(verse 1)
Swim around in my money like I’m Scrooge McDuck
Keep my number one dime piece around for good luck
And another couple dimes around just to fuck
Pull out the nickel plated when it’s time to go buck
Golden voice, golden eye, bitches love the silver tongue
Platinum touch is too much, eight seconds ’til they come
Time is money, that’s my lesson to the young
My money bought me time to be resting in the sun

(chorus)
I’m here to shine so I bring the Precious Metals out
You want what’s mine so I bring the heavy metal out
Shell casings are silver and gold
So tell me what’s the price of your soul

(verse 2)
Precious
Metals
King Midas Stay Stacking Bucks
All the way to the banks, yo, I laugh it up
Precious
Metals
The Gold Standard, the Platinum Touch
But got Iron to ratchet up

(chorus)
I’m here to shine so I bring the Precious Metals out
You want what’s mine so I bring the heavy metal out
Shell casings are silver and gold
So tell me what’s the price of your soul