Word Is Bond

Pipomixes: Thunder Storm Vol. 4 - Mixed by DJ Premier

2009-03-24T11:57:00.000-07:00

PEEP THIS!

Pipomixes: Thunder Storm Vol. 4 - Mixed by DJ Premier

Word is Bond will be closed for about a week..

2009-02-16T22:00:00.000-08:00

and it will be closed for a good reason! only my hypetunes team will be reading this blog as I am arranging all the info to be looked at by lots of media exec's and CEO's as the digital media convention kicks off next week. we need our privacy;)

Will be back in regular blogging action soon!

-Dre

today marks the 10th year anniversary of Big L, harlem (and one of hip hop's) finest

2009-02-15T16:57:00.000-08:00

Here's a tribute to one of the Illest Emcees I have ever heard in my damn life...

I ain't gonna say much but share some stuff with ya'll from my heart to your ears...

sidenote*: Got some good stuff coming to ya'll from something called Hypetunes..recently got hired as Vice President of Online Communications and social networking. I'll be making a post very soon explaining in detail what hypetunes is. For now, feel free to check it out @ www.hypetunes.com and let it explain itself for ya :)

Big L Feat. Kid Capri- Put it on

Big L vs. Jay-Z freestyle (rare): Big L eats Jay-z alive on this joint-

and..here's a free download of his 1st album, Lifestyles of the poor and dangerous (1995)
download at:

http://rapidshare.com/files/134019292/BL-LDP_D.rar

Enjoy ya'll

have a great week guys

BACK!

2009-02-08T11:56:00.000-08:00

sorry for the slackage guys, I've been making transitions galore...but I came out victorious...now i work @ home for my cousin's online music company, called Hypetunes (www.hypetunes.com)

so yeah in light of things that happened since i last posted....

cardinals lost!
Obama is president!
Sex and beer are still relevant!

and...welcome back. things shouldnt change around here too much, but expect more posts from me.

Hi to all my new followers!

also, check out my twitter, i update it a LOT more.

-Dre

Back with your download of the week...

2009-01-09T06:07:00.000-08:00

hey all,
sorry I've been out of comission for a while...been super busy trying to stay in this house I currently am living at...I won't be defeated!

anyways, I'd like to wish you a happy weekend! How has your new year's been?

Got some goodies for ya....

you like DJ Shadow?

recently his KMEL mixes (and more) have been released, and I myself am curious on what they are like...so download them after the jump. Enjoy!

Disc 1

Volume 1: Best of the KMEL Mixes (1991)

1. Part One
2. Part Two

Disc 2

Volume 2: Best of the Remixes and Megamixes (1990-1992)

01. Eric B. & Rakim - Let The Rhythm Hit Em (DJ Shadow Remix)
02. DJ Shadow - Best Of The Megamixes (Part 1)
03. Poor Righteous Teachers - Shakiyla (DJ Shadow Remix)
04. DJ Shadow - Bubble Gum Beat
05. DJ Shadow - Best Of The Megamixes (Part 2)
06. TKA - Give Your Love To Me (DJ Shadow Remix)
07. Cutty Ranks - Stopper (DJ Shadow Remix)
08. Jungle Brothers - Jimbrowski (DJ Shadow Remix)
09. Latee - No Tricks (DJ Shadow Remix)
10. DJ Shadow - Best Of The Megamixes (Part 3)
11. 3rd Bass - Wordz Of Wisdom (DJ Shadow Remix)

Disc 3

Volume 3: Best of the Original Productions (1990-1992)

01 - Shadow T-Mor Beat
02 - DJ Shadow’s Theme (Original Version)
03 - Sampler Phone Message
04 - The Source Is Serious Business
05 - Make It Critical
06 - Track The Groove
07 - Rock Lesson
08 - Genesis Beat
09 - Shadow’s Legitimate Mix (Alternate Version)
10 - Preacher Beat
11 - Cult Of Brutality
12 - Beat For Paris
13 - UMC’s Drop
14 - Ms. Chauncey
15 - Do You Remember
16 - Lesson 5
17 - Ain’t That A Bitch
18 - Reverse Beat
19 - Oras Intro
20 - Lesson 4 (Alternative Version)
21 - Closing Credits
22 - Zen Outro

Disc 4

Bonus Disc: KMEL Mix #4 (1991)

1. KMEL Mix #4

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Several hours of Shadow’s formative work is included in this limited set. Recorded between 1989 and 1992 in bedrooms, dorm rooms and friend’s attics, Shadow’s passion and sweat is evident in every mind-bending minute of breakbeat madness. Remixes, mega-mixes, original tracks…all made for the sheer love of music.

Armed with just a Yamaha MT-100 4-Track cassette recorder, a stack of vinyl and an overwhelming belief in the progressive emergence of Hip-Hop music, DJ Shadow stitched together hours of musical thought. Some sketches were elaborate and articulate, others brief and oblique. The common thread is experimentation, but not without adhering to the basic principles of what made Hip-Hop so revolutionary, ie: Have fun. Say something important. Add on to the culture, but let your own voice be heard. These volumes reveal what Shadow was saying at a time when only a few could listen…until now.

”The 4-Track Era Volume 1: Best of the KMEL Mixes (1991)”:

“The Best of the KMEL Mixes,” features two of the five mixes Shadow recorded for the pioneering Bay Area urban station in 1991. Broadcast during a time when rap was simply not allowed to dominate mainstream playlists, Shadow’s mixes were among the first all hip-hop programs (without the inevitable transitions into R&B and crossover) to air in the Bay. Extremely eclectic for the time, artists like De La Soul and the Geto Boys sit along side mid-school obscurities like Almighty & KD Ranks, and Shadow frequently mixes in original breaks (something very few DJs were attempting at the time). Unheard by all but a few since airing over 15 years ago, here’s your chance to revisit “Lesson 4-era” Shadow in full glory.

”The 4-Track Era Volume 2: Best of the Remixes and Megamixes (1990-1992)” :

Entitled “Volume 2: Best of the Remixes and Megamixes,” this collection of work spanning from 1990 to 1992 focuses on Shadow’s first steps into full-fledged production. Classics like Eric B and Rakim’s “Let The Rhythm Hit ‘Em” and Jungle Brothers’ “Jimbrowski” are given the full cut-and-paste treatment, all performed with turntables and a multi-track cassette recorder; no samplers or computers are used. Included in this volume are tracks from the infamous “Reconstruction” tapes, which led to Shadow’s first big breaks into the broader hip-hop scene (including the Source Magazine article which led to commissioned works from Hollywood BASIC Records’ Dave Funkenklein, which directly led to interest from Mo’ Wax). In some cases, the remixes were created for the fun of it; others, such as Poor Righteous Teachers’ “Shakiyla,” were made at the behest of A&R men, hopeful that the result would amount to remix gold (admittedly a difficult task given the sonic limitations of cassette tape!) And then there’s the megamixes, earlier examples of the technique eventually realized and broadcast on Bay Area radio (see Volume 1 of this series); Ice Cube meets Brand Nubian, T La Rock meets Freshco & Miz, and N.W.A. meets 3rd Bass, all for your sonic amusement!

The 4-Track Era Volume 3: Best of the Original Productions (1990-1992):

This is the one all hardcore Shadow fans have been waiting for! Following on from Volume 1: Best of the KMEL Mixes and Volume 2: Best of the Remixes and Megamixes, Volume 3 reveals, for the first time ever, eighteen of Shadow’s earliest original compositions. NOTHING ON THIS CD HAS EVER BEEN AVAILABLE, ANYWHERE, until now.*

While in High School, Shadow saved up and purchased a $300 4-Track cassette recorder. For the next several years, this would be the only method available for Shadow to record, and he made the most of it by committing tons of ideas to tape, several of which eventually saw release: tracks like debut “Lesson 4” for Hollywood BASIC, “The Legitimate Mix” for African MC’s Zimbabwe Legit, and part of his Solesides bow “Entropy” were all realized during these pivotal years. Now, for the first time, Shadow has hand-picked some of his favorite moments and compiled them for this EXCLUSIVE DJShadow.com/ ShopDjShadow.com release. (Have we made it clear yet? You can’t get this disc ANYWHERE ELSE.)

Among the highlights:
-The original “DJ Shadow’s Theme,” with multiple breaks and cuts colliding for a playful but intricate mission statement.
-An alternative mixdown of “Lesson 4.”
-The follow-up to “Lesson 4,” “Lesson 5” which was intended to showcase 45s only (this is 1991 we’re talking about, folks!!).
-Several beats for early MC collaborators T-Mor and Paris.
-“The Source Is Serious Business,” Shadow’s entry into a (never released) compilation commissioned by the Source Magazine of all “Unsigned Hype” column winners.

Need we continue? Volume 3 delivers the most comprehensive glimpse ever into Shadow’s early musical ideas. Shadow reports that many tracks have been lost forever (such as “Gangsta Jazz,” immortalized over the telephone on a Radio Sole skit), and still more have yet to be located. So with Shadow facing forward and gearing up to work on his next album, it is unlikely that there will ever be a more definitive document of his 4-Track era than this.

*(Okay, so “DJ Shadow’s Theme (Original Version)” came out on a cassette attached to copies of NME 10 years ago, but c’mon. Has anybody ever seen that???)

The 4-Track Era Bonus Disc KMEL Mix #4 (1991):
The 4-Track Era Bonus Disc is a 4-track Era Box Bundle Exclusive, and includes a previously unreleased KMEL radio mix. A must-have for the Shadow faithful.

Goldfish

2009-01-02T11:52:00.000-08:00

Hola. It's Emily again, and this one's called "Goldfish"

Alarm goes off at seven, and you start again.
You put in your eight hours for the powers
that have always been, ‘til it’s 5 p.m.*

Working whatever job you claim on your taxes,
passing the time as the light glints off the axes
hanging over your head by the start of the day
making you feel like there’s never any way
you can get ahead or define yourself,
step out, step up, and proclaim yourself,
wake up in the morning and rename yourself
into a name you find fitting to the station you want to achieve,
working through cups of coffee and Extra-Strength Aleve.
You wish the circumstances differed, but the drone of routine
drowns out your wishes into golden fishes
swimming in a six-inch bowl waiting to die,
waiting to go mad in their glasses, passing, time passes,
they wave their goldfish fins goodbye
to the empty white room in which they are surrounded
and the sound of the fluorescent lights overhead hounded
their tiny hollow skulls until they impounded
any original thought into little boxy words
clipping the wings off of bright yellow birds,
gathering the goldfish like so many herds
of stupid bovines dropping smelly turds
of formulaic and industrialized thought
which the intellectually underfed masses bought,
bright-bowed, off the shelves
happy as any of Santa’s little elves
the day after Christmas, bobbing their bells.
Why doesn’t anybody ask “What the hell?
What the hell is that smell? What the hell is that smell that I smell in the aisle,
the stinking scent of mile after mile
of creativity condensed into one sick-sweet smile;
a simpering, slobbering human guile,
a sad and sorry excuse for wile,
bile piling up in the throats of the industrialized child,
force-fed mechanical, no longer wild, ways of existing.
Lullabies and fantasies persisting only in the most stubborn of minds,
passed on to children like war secrets and crimes,
told in the dark for fear of the times
and the scent of the unmistakable signs
of stagnation emigrating from the endless lines
thrown from the mouths of the mannerless swine.
So get up to the alarm ringing loud at seven
and silently scream and curse to the heavens
that you’ve put in your eight hours to the powers that be
and demand your due when eternity eventually unveils the key
to the mystery of your life, when God rolls around
and the sound of angels in the early morning will replace
the sound of your spouse’s snoring and the capital-B Boring
you feel will be replaced by awe and zeal
for something far greater than yourself.
Get off the shelf.
Go on, get off the shelf.
Get. Off.
The.
Shelf.

*Lyrics taken from the musical Little Shop of Horrors

Virginity. Pure Gold.

2009-01-01T19:06:00.000-08:00

I wrote this a while back after watching a movie about human trafficking. Let's just say I was...affected.

I’m not shocked. It’s not shocking. I think I have been at least somewhat aware of the evil of humanity for quite some time. It’s capacity for evil, I should say. The justification of it.
They say to be untouched is to be valued. One is virtuous if one saves oneself for marriage, man or woman. Virginity is honored. Respected. Prized. Can someone put a price tag on virginity? On innocence? Apparently they can. But when a price-tag is placed on human flesh, the meaning of the word “valued” becomes perverted. Purity isn’t honored or respected; it is a coveted and rare commodity; something worth thousands of dollars in order that it may be seized and mutilated. The breaking of innocence. Like stepping on an unsullied field of snow just because there is an urge to destroy the vast expanse of pure white. The need to see the look on someone’s face as they’re ripped apart from the inside out. Just as there is an innate need to create, there is an innate need to destroy. To promote chaos. To provoke decomposition. To piss on the face of innocence and say, “You’re mine.”
So no, I’m not shocked. I know the sickness that exists even in the small ways I myself have encountered it. The sick smiles. The perversion of sex in the minds and actions of the masses. Prostitution. Pornography. The industry of human trafficking. Bought and paid-for rape.
Money.

Let the bidding begin.

here's your top 10 of 08, with a different twist...

2009-01-01T14:06:00.001-08:00

I wanted to do a top 10 music album list of 08, but didnt have time. Just know fleet foxes is #1, cut copy #2. Or something close to that. My favorite gossip site, Bossip, just posted this though. Now your up to date on all the crazy people in the world!

Word is bond.
-Dre

Legendary producer Easy Mo Bee won't have a presence on the "Notorious" film

2009-01-01T11:04:00.001-08:00

easy mo bee

To say the least, I am VERY suprised about this.

In 1996, I was curious about Biggie's 1994 album "ready to die" and ordered it on a whim. It never really left my pearl white Aiwa After that. No joke. "The What", "Machine Gun Funk", and a few other songs (though I didn't know it at the time) were produced by this man Easy Mo Bee. A legend in the Hip Hop world, I just read over @ T.R.O.Y that "the producers of the upcoming flick about "Notorious" have "unceremoniously withdrawn" their offer to have Easy Mo Bee score the film."

Some talk of boycotting this film, but..Best believe I'm still gonna see it. The vlogs about this have impressed me, and plus, Biggie's mom, Violetta Wallace, oversaw it. As much as I'm gonna view this in loving memory of Biggie, this is also for his peoples, for those who still don't know who killed him (though there are strong fingers pointing at a certain gang).

anyways, thought I'd share some links with you of Easy Mo Bee's discography. Shhhh.... hehe

Now go watch this film on January 16th!

and here are the links:

Easy Mo Bee Discography @ Discogs

Easy Mo Bee Official Website

Easy Mo Bee Volume One [Click To Download]

2Pac "If I Die 2Nite"

2Pac "Temptations"

2pac "My Block"

2Pac Featuring Notorious B.I.G. "Runnin' From The Police"

3rd Bass "Gladiator" (Easy Mo Bee Remix)

3rd Bass "Gladiator" (Easy Mo Bee Remix Instrumental)

Afu-Ra "Hip-Hop"

Afu-Ra "Perverted Monks"

Afu-Ra "Readjustment"

Alicia Keys "If I Was Your Woman"

Big Daddy Kane "Brooklyn Style ... Laid Out"

Big Daddy Kane "That's How I Did 'Em"

Big Daddy Kane "The Way It's Goin' Down"

Big Daddy Kane "Stop Shammin'"

Big Daddy Kane "Rest In Peace"

Big Daddy Kane "Here Comes Kane, Scoob & Scrap"

Big Daddy Kane "'Nuff Respect" (Remix)

Big Scoob "Niggaz Can't Hang" (vocal)

Big Scoob "Booty Bandit" (Dirty)

Big Scoob "Suckaz Can't Hang" (Live Freestyle w/ BDK @ Madison Sq. Garden)

Biggie Smalls "Party And Bullshit" (Album Version)

Biggie Smalls "Party And Bullshit" (Instrumental)

Biggie, Bone Thugs N Harmony, Buckshot, Busta Rhymes, Coolio, Heltah Skeltah, Ill Al Skratch, Jamal, Knowledge, Menace Clan, Redman "The Points"

Black Rob "Whoa" (Easy Mo Bee Remix)

Busta Rhymes "It's A Party"

Busta Rhymes "Everything Remains Raw"

Big Scoob "Niggaz Can't Hang"

Easy Mo Bee Volume Two [Click To Download]

Channel Live "Reprogram" (Easy Mo Bee Remix)

Chubb Rock "Games We Play"

Chubb Rock "I Am What I Am"

Craig Mack "Get Down" (Club Mix)

Craig Mack ft. Busta Rhymes, LL Cool J, Notorious B.I.G., Rampage "Flava In Ya Ear" (Easy Mo Bee Remix)

Das Efx "Knockin' Niggaz Off"

Das Efx "Microphone Master"

Das Efx "40 & A Blunt"

Das Efx "Alright"

Das Efx "Hold It Down"

GZA "Life Of A Drug Dealer"

GZA "The Genius Is Slammin'"

GZA "Those Were The Days"

GZA "Living Foul"

GZA "Drama"

GZA "Words From The Genius"

GZA "Phony As You Wanna Be"

GZA "Stop The Nonsense"

GZA "True Fresh M.C."

GZA "Feel The Pain"

Heavy D and the Boyz "Check It Out"

Ill Al Skratch "Chill With That" (Easy Mo Bee Radio Mix)

Jamal "Live Illegal"

Jamal ft. Redman "Insane Creation"

King Just "No Flows On The Radio"

Easy Mo Bee Volume Three [Click To Download]

Lady Of Rage "Necessary Roughness"

Lady of Rage "Breakdown"

Little Shawn "Check It Out Ya'll" (LP Version)

Little Shawn "Check It Out Ya'll" (Instrumental)

LL Cool J "Pink Cookies" (remix)

LL Cool J "Life As..."

Lost Boyz "Jeeps, Lex Coupes, Bimaz & Benz"

Negrow League "The World Is Not Enough"

Public Enemy "Ain't Nuttin' Buttersong"

Public Enemy "I Stand Accused"

Rakim "Shades Of Black" (O.G. Radio Edit)

Ras Kass "Grindin'"

Ras Kass Featuring RZA "End"

Slick Rick "Cuz It's Wrong"

Tha Alkaholiks "Likwidation"

Tha Alkaholiks "Aww Shit"

The Notorious B.I.G. "Gimme The Loot"

The Notorious B.I.G. "Machine Gun Funk"

The Notorious B.I.G. "Warning"

The Notorious B.I.G. "Ready To Die"

The Notorious B.I.G. "The What"

The Notorious B.I.G. "Friend Of Mine"

Thug Life 'Str8 Ballin'"

Wu Tang Clan "Take It Back"

Easy Mo Bee Volume Four [Click To Download]

Big Daddy Kane "Calling Mr. Welfare"

Big Daddy Kane "Another Victory"

Big Daddy Kane "Very Special"

Biggie Smalls "Going Back To Cali"

Candy Dulfer "Sax-A-Go-Go"

Craig Mack "What I Need"

Craig Mack "Judgement Day"

Craig Mack "When God Comes"

Crystal Waters "Listen For My Beep"

Heavy D & The Boyz "Black Coffee"

IAM "Planete Mars" (Easy Mo Bee Mix)

IAM "Tam Tam De L'Afrique" (Easy Mo Bee Mix)

King Just "Can I get Some"

Lost Boyz "Lifestyles Of The Rich And Shameless"

Lost Boyz "This Is Da Part"

Lost Boyz "Lifestyles Of The Rich And Shameless (Remix)

Notorious B.I.G. Featuring Jay-Z "I Love The Dough"

Easy Mo Bee Volume Five [Click To Download]

Paula Perry "Down To Die For This"

Positive K "Its All Gravy" (Remix)

Tha Tribezmen "Who Got The Vibe"

Tha Tribezmen "Peep Into The Mind"

The Temptations "Just My Imagination" (Easy Mo Bee Remix)

Trends Of Culture "Make A Move"

Easy Mo Bee Volume Six [Click To Download]

Amil "Bitches"

Big Daddy Kane "Uncut, Pure"

Big Daddy Kane "La La Land"

Blaq Poet "You Fucked Up"

Busta Rhymes "Things We Be Doin' For Money, Pt. 1"

Craig G "Juicy Loosey"

Doug E. Fresh "It's On"

Easy Mo Bee "Game Of Death"

Freddie Foxxx "So Tough" (Easy Mo Tough Mix)

Goodie Mob "Fie Fie Delish"

Illacoin "This, That, And The Third"

J-Rock "Let Me Introduce Myself"

Kurupt "Light Shit Up"

Mack 10 "Hustle Game"

Marley Marl ft. Solo "Spazz"

Mos Def "Zimzallabim"

Mr. Cheeks "Here We Come"

Nice & Smooth "Boogie Down Bronx-BK Connection"

Notorious B.I.G. "Dead Wrong" ('93 OG Mix)

Notorious B.I.G. and 2Pac "House Of Pain" (Unreleased Easy Mo Bee Mix)

QNC "Polaroid Dimepiece"

Queen Latifah "Elements I'm Among"

Termanology "It's Time"

The Lost Boyz "My Crew"

Easy Mo Bee Entertainment EP (1997) - [Click To Download]

Easy Mo Bee "Now Or Never Oddysey" (2000) - [Click To Download]

Miles Davis "Doo Bop" (1992) - [Click To Download]

Rappin Is Fundamental "The Doo Hop Legacy" (1991) - [Click To Download]

Forbez DVD Interview (Vide0)

In The Lab Interview

Interview @ The Last Miles

Jumpoff.TV Interview (2007)

Happy new year!

2009-01-01T02:43:00.000-08:00

I've been running to all sorts of parties tonight, now I'm just kickin' it. Gonna share my video of the week with you all, straight from '92...

I gotta keep it hip hop in '09, so here's a gem from Main Source, from the "White Men can't jump" soundtrack..fakin the funk!
fakin' the funk basically means not keeping it real, i.e, being fake and makin music that doesn't mean anything. So a resolution I'm sure we all can agree on is: Keep real music alive.

and you know word is bond on that one.

-Dre

Ho Sit Down!

2008-12-31T18:25:00.001-08:00

WTF? How is a vagina on a wedding cake sexy???
SMH

A multidimensional Cube, spits out stars as well!?

2008-12-31T15:51:00.000-08:00

saw this while browsing Gizmodo...crazy!

(I'm kinda a nerd btw. You've been warned.)

Lil wayne fail fall

2008-12-31T14:43:00.000-08:00

But not really...he grinds like a Mofo.

The bag raiders are sex.

2008-12-31T02:43:00.000-08:00

Everyone welcome Emily to the blog! She will be dropping her poetry every now and then for us to read and support. She's very pretty as well, and single fellas! But you gotta go through me first *shakes fist*

ok so...

If you can't tell already, I listen to a lot of music. LOVE electro, synth heavy and sweet.

I'm just gonna drop the name, share the video, and you do the homework. If you come to a party at my house there will of course be hip hop, but then I drop the Bag Raiders and instantly the stars start to swoon over the roof as that girl you've been checkin out gives you the eye....

felt good right?

happy new year's eve.

Word is bond.

-Dre

Folding Chair Throne

2008-12-31T00:47:00.000-08:00

Hello. My name is Emily Womelsduff; E.R. Womelsduff when I write, and I'm a friend of Dre's. We met on a writing group I started on myspace over a year ago and he was one of the only people that consistently contributed anything to the group, so naturally we became friends, and have remained so ever since. He graciously invited to write with him on this blog, so here's a little something I whipped up in about fifteen minutes. Enjoy.

They say that love is so many things, from sex and lust to diamond rings;
selflessness and selfishness, helpfulness and helplessness;
falling into and out of; jumping, taking leaps of faith through circles of fire
but I wonder if fire rings are just leading to a funeral pyre piled high with
branches made of broken promises and logs made of lies,
the golden coins under our eyes buying our one-way solitary ticket into the next hell
with the toll of wedding bells sounding our descent into the dimension that is
an extension of this one and yet a separation, too. A mocking of the vows
we made when we were young and full of the energy to keep them. But we grew old
and tired and the gem we thought we held was just a sparkly piece of glass,
a plastic rhinestone stuck in our plastic crowns, fake feathers falling off and
floating to the ground to the sound of time ticking away and vows
cracking and snapping with the solid strain of unmet expectations.
The realization that perhaps it was a mistake comes too late and the life has been lived
and the dark, jaw-like gate swings open to admit us as we admit our mistakes,
but there’s no turning back and the ache that we feel is only measurable
against our hate and the fact that we feel fate dealt us a deal we couldn’t play well,
tricks and cheats that were used against us to steal away any chance at winning
some small measure of happiness. It never enters our minds that we could have
tried hard, played smarter, paid attention to the signs, to the turn of the cards
and the tells and the little indicators that we were masters of our own fates all along,
unable to see that the hands that held our puppet strings were our own.
We were given a throne and instead we chose a folding chair, content to sit miserably
for the next forty years glaring at the seat we wish we had and we get so mad.
It’s stupid we get so mad. Light the flames and climb the pyre,
you’ve been preparing a lifetime to enter the fire and climb the stone steps
down to your throne in a dark little room, finally alone.

Obama Impersonator doin' it better than the man himself!

2008-12-31T00:16:00.000-08:00

haha i wish Obama Did clown McCain like this...but alas, I'll settle for an ace impersonation!

Word is bond.

is the world really yours? ( a more appropriate introduction to what this blog is all about)

2008-12-30T22:31:00.000-08:00

so when did you fall in love with hip hop? And when falling in love with it, what kept you wanting more?

This is why I started this blog, to look into that question and as we answer it, kick back and enjoy ourselves in the process. Because for some, like me, music is life. No substitutes. Through the journey you will hear new music from me of course, but this blog is also for you. Let me know if you wanna hear more about a particular subject, and I'll do my best to keep up the posts.

This is for people who say they don't listen to rap. I ain't buying that. If they listen to some of the stuff that shakes my soul on the daily, I highly doubt they would say that shit.
Trust.

This is for the consumer who wants to be saved of the hip hop on the radio.

This is for people who like good poetry. No I'm not tootin' my own horn, but I'm confident when I write it that you'll find something to love in it.

Next question: As you work day in and day out for a paycheck or just to get a rep, what can you take with you to that higher level if you ever reach it?

(hope that made sense)

I just had a great conversation with one of my friends on aim talking about hip hop and I asked her what song made her fall in love with it. It was "the world is yours", Pete Rock's debonair Ahmad Jamal piano loop for Nas that made DJ premier go back to the drawing board in '94 after hearing it. And what had Nas painting images from a french bath where he states, "I sip the Dom P watching Ghandi till I'm Charged.."

really think about what you just watched if you did watch it. What does the phrase "the world is yours" mean to you?

The song that made me fall in love with hip hop (and is tatted on my forearm) is T.R.O.Y; just watch.

If an alien ever came to earth and asked me to show him hip hop, they'd hear that.I want to keep this brief, but post your comments and lets chat about your fav song, moment, anything in hip hop.

Word is Bond.
-Dre

love, im scared of you

2008-12-30T00:13:00.001-08:00

love!
im scared of you...
scared of your many definitions...
the way some talk about you and sexual positions..
the way you speak is different, for actions are your diction
people's ears perk when your mentioned,
i heard you never talk, but listen...

love! im scared of you...
have you ever had hate glare at you?
people will write songs about you
how the world cant live without you
but the one important thing they miss is how to...
love.
im scared of you.

i doubt you.
even though it's said you never fail
i saw a trail of roses that led to a bed of scented smells
cheating man and cheating woman claim their marriage stays stale..
juicy rumors love company, so stranger "pray tell".

well, i heard u get hate mail
gays and straights share your spell
you tend to last the first six months past any wedding bell
to some you are chocolate
some say that you prevail
since theres not enough of you, there exists a hell.

love, im scared of you.
but i recall you having moments..
of visiting me as a child, when i had bouts of loneliness
i saw a homeless man receive a sleeping bag in your name,
he slept warmer that night, outside doors of soup kitchens stay open late...

whats exciting for the future is you own it..when hearts break
i heard you stand at the door and knock, a personality trait
is that you wait, and though you sometimes fail in what you do,...
theres nothing you can say that wont be said where theres good food...

so love, i take back being scared cause as you demonstrated,
your not concerned about status, so in fact im fascinated.

step, town play

2008-12-30T00:12:00.002-08:00

she rests underneath ascending steps with erect veins
expects outgoing men to step in
smiling muscles intact for any person that might happen to pass

got a flower stashed inside of an hourglass ,
and every man since dad has gotten petals from her wind blown in the wrong direction
still wilted
feel quilted patterns on her tattered clothes
feel the thin textile
kill her noise
look for that smile .

honey child . . . who keeps those vintage style pictures in your cookie jar
quit singing " share my world " and swim in my continent,
selfishly .
with a governed state of mind unzip my codes ,
stroll thorugh my district
collect citations and tickets in my city life .

get inside this ghosttown saloon, miss saigon .
hang your coat up,sit down .
strip down .
come sit on my lap . . . . it's warm .

Don't be scared to be intimate.

have you been listening to the stories in my footsteps?
they're numbered just like yours .

let your hair down .
i will play a song for you on the piano:

first ill show you all the lettered keys that struck a chord to your heart
I'll take half steps to make you whole again.
I'll even show you how to drown it all together..
keep your feet with my feet and hit the pedal.

Your so pretty.

Candy

2008-12-30T00:12:00.001-08:00

eye candy...
hard sweet colors in assorted flavors...
you...
swimming in an ice cream sundae school of mere mortal women
pools of drool surround you...
standing on top of a lemon drop, puckering at me
you drip...with creme...

your nipples are baked to perfection,

your hair thick like caramel,

your walk, slow and controlled like molasses, wherever it wants to
go...

your toes, are polished candy windows

your feet walk on trail mix that gingerbread men lay out before
you...

in adoration for the calories you happen to give...
and you sit,
on a high soda pop can,
bitter.

ramblings

2008-12-30T00:10:00.000-08:00

in thinking about my life so far,
i havent been loved much, only wanted...

and as i was born an accident to two people not in love, i realize what love was..
a woman in her mid 80s who didnt care about odds...who carried a bassinet with me in it to church every saturday, and walkin proudly past people who scoffed at her and her ability to raise a child at that age...

i realize what love was, not having a day without an argument,
tolerating a child who would steal money from her purse, cuss her out, and leave at late hours of the night to skateboard around the streets of palo alto...

i realize love was making this child school lunches, when she should be the one getting something to eat made for her...

dressing him in the best clothes she could conjure up with a monthly social security check...
this love held on till the end, had a stroke because of this foreigner she picked up along her journey...and as she lay in her potential death bed, didnt receive the quality time she deserved from him...

so now, at 22, grandma i look at your picture, and i simply get on my knees and bow to it. because of you, im here.

My band, civilian suite, in the school paper

2008-12-30T00:08:00.000-08:00

yeah its old haha but i'm moving everything from my myspace blog over here, and my new readers can enjoy the poems and whatever else as well!

read the article here: http://chronicle.puc.edu/?q=node/239
<3
-dre

word is bond.
-Dre

love is a battlefield

2008-12-30T00:07:00.001-08:00

*note*
a good friend of mine contributed a part in this poem. her part is in bold.
thank you ashley, i heart you.
________________________________________

love is a battlefield,
shake this rattle when you witness a kill

sacrifice has been stripped of her supplies and is set to die soon.
your heart was once a cage, now a raging typhoon.
rice is scattered all across your famished walk of life
left from a wedding planned perfectly, and started all right...

love is a battlefield,
shake this rattle when you witness a kill

once love was so right it chased away all fear
however, soon you found that it quickly drowned with every tear
tears who fell on blind eyes
till in your heart all you found were lies

love is a battlefield,
shake this rattle when you witness a kill

and this jester,
look at how she juggles men..
never can take her eyes off of him
i dont trust her, see how she compliments and blends deceit
when flirting, i see the lies rising from her pale skin
no wonder she's so tall, her bones seem to grow from it,
all the hearts she breaks, have dimmed low but she glows from it
i see her now alone, and her kness are to her face
because the one that truly cared, got wise and then escaped

he almost had his weapon down for this one, but he learned
never let a harlot fool you, with her sweet inviting words
so as he left, he stopped upon a hill and called a warning
to men who could fall prey to her ways, as soon as next morning
he said...

love is a battlefield
shake this rattle when you witness a kill

love is a battlefield...

love is.

dance routine

2008-12-30T00:06:00.001-08:00

Everyone loves to dance, no matter what foot they start with,
and though this floor has many cracks, I know you'll try your hardest.
cause even though they say your slow, I know just what your missing..
when you wrap your arms around my neck, finish your thoughts then kiss me.

While lifting you in the air paired with timing and graceful dipping,
I feel your grip slipping, and as our song is near ending
I stare at what you wear and get myself lost in the pattern,
the rings that hang from your ears, your heels that click and clatter...

It's you that leaves me mystified
we stare at stars and get misty-eyed
thinking of how our paths have crossed
you were the right and only choice when i was left and lost.

what a relief!

2008-12-30T00:05:00.002-08:00

If you decide to take me home,

I'm the lotion you apply in the bedroom alone.

starting with the legs and now 'round your waist, I lock in

with moisture, so your skin doesn't chafe.

I stay with you all day and wash off with ease

I'm the soap you apply, I'm the washcloth you squeeze

I'm the shampoo that soothes you, the conditioner you leave-in

I'm the carpet you walk on, and the sheets that you sleep with

I'm the scent in your nostils when you wake up to find

the toast with the coffee, the clock telling time

the car keys, the barking of neighborhood dogs,

the exercise routine, that post-dinner jog

I complete your day and sometimes you don't notice

I'm the inspiring thoughts, and the pen you jot notes with

I'm the paper you crumple and throw in the bin

I organize work space: i hold "out's" and "in's"!

I'm the keys you can't find in the depths of your purse,

I'm the sigh of relief you let out after work

and when you get home and plop down to rest,

I'm the fact that no kids are here, hence the house ain't a mess!

(what a relief.)

open

2008-12-30T00:05:00.001-08:00

I meditate better with my eyes open...
open, window let the breeze flow in
open, hoping for a love that wont grow thin
open, mind and spirit, body and soul then
opens, an open space for your whole self to grow in
opening, lost memories can leave you
broken, cope when you let your energy rest
and let serenity soak in..

open the closet, grab a jacket and a close friend
open the door, walk outside and catch the cold wind
open conversation makes you laugh
while heading home
spend time with open palms, towards the sky asking for old sins
to be forgiven, and thrown out in the open
closed in? go to that place you desire the most
then open your heart, for this is where your home is.

the women i attract

2008-12-30T00:04:00.002-08:00

the women I attract come in all shapes and sizes
some are damn fly!
some are rather flight-less
some wear lots of makeup, some don't even need it
some have nice hands, with their nails all done even..
some possess a strong grip, and they use it to greet me
some have image issues, so they come off as needy
the tall ones are few, but when they're present, i notice
some of the most memorable ones? around only 5'4''-ish
Even more, I've met the whorish, the man-eaters, the cunts
who give you an earful, at that time of the month...

the women I attract are so different and vast..
some have boobs and no face, some have face and no ass
some were latin, some white, some were black and none else
they loved to talk on the phone with me, while they would touch themselves
some were married and still curious, some had boyfriends and then,
some act different around me while hanging with friends...

the women I attract love their chocolate, their shoes,
their snacks and their diets, their hip-hop, jazz, blues
they love going places, they love poetry (lucky for me!)

the women I attract have a story, each one
and if you asked them about me, each would laugh or look stunned
cause some memories will be bittersweet, some have yet to be made
still most women I attract, only distract.

two, one

2008-12-30T00:04:00.001-08:00

Two, one
Two, one
Countin' down two one..
The heat in the room was about two suns...

Moon up, moon up
Let your back arch back
Eggs in the morning with a pancake stack

Mount you on the wall, I'll let you dry, your wet
Towels on the bed just in case we sweat
Bedsprings squeakin' baby here I come
Neighbors wakin' up thinkin' I stabbed someone
Lay down, lay down I push it in real smooth
My shoulders are here for you to hold onto
I ain't, I ain't got too much time to spend
That's why i pace myself and then countdown from ten

Three two, three two, and then it's three two one
We do, we do, this rendezvous each month
Three two, three two now let me throw in four
I see you through the peephole, on my front door..

Hi! why dont you come in, take off your coat
Cherries with some chocolate, some rum and coke
Keep me on the tipsy, now we play games
Tie you to my barstool, now you restrained
I see you cheatin' peekin', through your blindfold
See the bubblebath with petals from white rose
One two, three four, now let me throw in five
Tonight's the night im gonna fuckin' blow yo mind..

Seven six, seven six, now let me tell you this
I dont wanna get married, don't want no kids
I wanna be the one to dip inside yo lake
Have you wondering what year it is and can't walk straight

Eight nine, eight nine, now let me tack on ten
Baby aren't you glad I like to count often?
Maybe we can do the alphabet real soon
Lay back, lay back let's go to sleep on two.

One..

Tw..*zzzzzz*

the dream, compressed

2008-12-30T00:03:00.003-08:00

Sometimes I just want to bask underneath your face,
Dreamweave a hammock that connects to the dimples in your cheeks then sleep...

your face, appeared when I slept
and your smile, sweats my mind, so my dreams became wet
and I wake up wondering how it ended so quick.
how in a period of sleep, 6 hours compress into 15 minutes

it was all so sequential and vivid
and for a very quick minute..I lived it.

my spine aligned with this rolodex that flips through my memory, jogging for a
time and place we can meet next time I sleep.
and my neck is outstreched, asking for a peck while my hemispheres connect, and your there as I wished and you lean in to kiss but...
what the fuck, I woke up!
I’ll take all the sleeping pills in the world to see you again!

I’ll take sides with the suicidal tendencies I never contemplated just to see if
my soul does make it to heaven to read this note i wrote for the clerk at the
pearly gates. It’ll just say, "have you seen her?!

she was like a human, but spoke phrases that would tattoo on to you. when she kissed me, all my throat would do is close, not wanting to let her saliva digest, afraid that the soil couldn’t handle her proteins that I’ll sweat back out, if we were to lay on a bed of grass out in a vast meadow, making love as our hormones meet for the first time, hang the "do not disturb" sign!"

divine? a figment of my imagination? I show patience...because her tidbits of
existence in my sub-consciousness are precious, and though I don’t sleep much,
she taught me how to live in a dream.

all so sequential and vivid
and for this quick compressed minute..I lived it.

lucid dreams

2008-12-30T00:03:00.001-08:00

lucid dreams create fluid rings
that spirit fingers slip through while traveling to..

a dimly lit ballroom
where I walked to a balcony overlooking vineyards, through the fog
saw courts which gave view to the moon
which gives light to the hills
which span to the sands of arabian desert
where white horses watch clouds run

miles later I notice a lake where dreams surface from
it tapers to a creek, underneath a bridge where he lives
kids tend to be kids, and throw stones at his crib
but he counts sheep, and goes where his state of awareness is

his:

lucid dreams form fluid rings
that the spirit fingers wear to take me anywhere

to:

the view from a penthouse suite, and it holds this
a cocktail dress, two tickets in the left grip
virginia slim, pressed between her lips, has a gold tip
squint from a distance, her olive eyes blow a slow kiss
her heart skips, ’cause the table from which she sniffs
has a telephone, which rang so she quickly sprang

she’s in a rush, so I asked her where i stand
she exposed her back, showing all the destinations dreams can land
then she asked what idea I came from
in the question stood a lesson, so i asked her the same one
turns out she came from a wealthy dream
and now she’s miserable, wants to go back to having nothing
I told her if we sleep tonight
we can probably catch a flight
she disrobed, and that midnight..
we rode.

lucid dreams storm through the strings
the lute that pings the melody to our lullaby..
saw cuts the lumber, sheep jump the fence
your Z’s turn to binary code, haven’t slept much since.

Virgin Blood

2008-12-29T23:57:00.000-08:00

Wrote this for my girlfriend a while back.
--------------------------------------------

lighter: on.

apply to: candle.

Is this your first time?
must be, your really tight. Tense. and your giddyness is evident
since you make suggestions 's we should try, and you introduce 77 when i mentioned 69
see we got a routine, and you want the soundtrack of our pillow talk to be perfect...

the script is set. you get off work, head home, get ready, i wake up, take a shower, apply moisterizer and cologne, and if a split screen could be seen i imagine while i'm brushing my teeth, your combing your hair, and while im driving your just...laying there, wondering what to expect

then our thought bubbles bloat, and while i'm thinking " i should have shaved a happy trail" your thinking "i wonder if we will connect emotionally"

and my hand is like a sweaty canvas when i...apply spit
and you seem to like it, so the windows get fogged quick
and your dogs bark, then become quiet since..the candle seen from your room from their black and white vision seems to, soothe them...

and of course she says, "stick it deep in me"
but then my penis seems to speak to me, tells me that the blood is now leaving it
and going back to my head for a minute.

consider this:

I want to connect with this girl...she is for this moment in time your earth, and you are walking on HER turf..so respect it. I want you to get off of her, take a water break, lay there, and talk.
when this happens again, I will stay hard for the remainder.

that pumpkin candle is now almost at its wick.

2008-12-29T21:11:00.000-08:00

Ok Soulja Boy, What?!

Clearly you and your two servants who have no purpose but to feed from your crumbs have something wrong. I do agree with the confusion a lot of people have with the saying "hip hop is dead" (and I wish Nas hadn't have said it) but, please remember, this man made Illmatic. He changed the game forever. You are but a fad. And the record sales for your latest album show it. So please don't get it twisted. Step ya game up, or hang it up.

Word Is Bond.

Dre

the double sided door of a dream part 1

2008-12-29T20:37:00.000-08:00

When she sleeps, he's her pen pal.
Sometimes they write love letters to each other.
As she's trying to get ready to meet him
she takes some pills and lies on her face
while at the bottom of the stairs he waits.

She is now traveling, and while on her way
some dream in color, all she sees is gray
if a door were to open, this hinge would be shot
sprinting down those flights, when she saw him, she stopped.

He's so debonair,
but also a daredevil.
Because though they share letters,
they make sure to own every night they get to visit each other.
The nights here are different, with the skies maple colored
burnt orange skylines and light purple accents

This is paradise:
she's passionate...
the fire in her eyes spread to a table where he handles it
he's domineering, she's submissive and physical
and the wine in the bottle yards away starts to shake.
He mounts her on a table and gets close to her neck
gently rubs the tips of her breasts
ethereal kisses have her losing her breath,
while in the real world she sleeps, and her sheets are soaked wet

outside, his convertible windows are getting frosty.
But inside, oh inside:

Her middle passage looked like a strawberry with the top sliced off
and once he put his mouth on it and sucked,
it looked like liquid sugar had just flowed out of her.

She sighs and bangs her head in unbelief and pleasure.

Then she feels the morning coming...
a vision of carpools, piano recitals,
lunches, nose bleedings and PTA meetings
she needs to get back to these tasks that she set
but before all this happened, there was one more thing left.

Thank God for defrost.

When she screamed "I love you" to him, with her hands thrown up in the convertible driving down the freeway,
a piece of her was left behind
and she felt like she could do anything
she had unlimited breath because the wind spoke for her
the exhaust spewed out the shit that her life had given her
and the car radio was bumpin' her favorite tune
and as they pulled off to her destination, this man she might not see again whispered in her ear and said,

"I wanted to know if we could meet in our dreams tonight when we sleep,
and creep to the edge of a pledge, dip our feet...
kiss under moon crescent, pond waters deep
risk life and limb then dive off"

Next time, for sure.

An update on music and such...

2008-12-29T17:08:00.000-08:00

*Steps away from google reader to bring you this message*

Sleep was good. I needed that. Now, to explain...

I'm Trying to make the music thing happen. And so far so good. Here's the deal with me though:
I'll start with this year.

1. Civilian Suite was a great success! I hope for more to come from that. Big ups to DKP.
2. Black and White is another story. DJ telegram Sam and I have had a weird falling out due to differences about how hip hop should be. I'm all about fun, he's more about...rules. Though those are important, fuck that. Gotta have a balance. So that went super sour, and...no sweat off my back.
3. Correct Technique: I need to hunt Inspecta Selecta down and make this happen. He has to do the scratches over my takes and that should be a wrap. Lets see if '09 is nicer to his productivity.
4. Metazen is a determined fellow who indulges in the leftist/post-industrial side of hip hop and ambience/thrash. I'm very excited to see what comes from him, and his determination for success.

Currently I'm doing my own thing and gonna release something I call the innate blends very soon. Once I figure out how to post audio and such, I'll be hitting you guys up with that. Lots of posts to be done today, and hopefully I have more writers contributing on here

More to come soon,
-Dre

First Post

2008-12-29T07:10:00.000-08:00

Well, where do i start?
I want to thank you visitor, for checking out word is bond.
I want to leave you with something of mine before I crash to bed.

Some of my poetry!

this one is called lucid dreams, and I find it oddly fitting... ^_^

Goodnight! Luckily I don't work today, so in a couple hours I'll be up again posting a BUNCH of stuff!
_______________________________________________________________
lucid dreams
+++++++++

lucid dreams create fluid rings
that spirit fingers slip through while traveling to..

a dimly lit ballroom
where I walked to a balcony overlooking vineyards, through the fog
saw courts which gave view to the moon
which gives light to the hills
which span to the sands of arabian desert
where white horses watch clouds run

miles later I notice a lake where dreams surface from
it tapers to a creek, underneath a bridge where he lives
kids tend to be kids, and throw stones at his crib
but he counts sheep, and goes where his state of awareness is

his:

lucid dreams form fluid rings
that the spirit fingers wear to take me anywhere

to:

the view from a penthouse suite, and it holds this
a cocktail dress, two tickets in the left grip
virginia slim, pressed between her lips, has a gold tip
squint from a distance, her olive eyes blow a slow kiss
her heart skips, ’cause the table from which she sniffs
has a telephone, which rang so she quickly sprang

she’s in a rush, so I asked her where i stand
she exposed her back, showing all the destinations dreams can land
then she asked what idea I came from
in the question stood a lesson, so i asked her the same one
turns out she came from a wealthy dream
and now she’s miserable, wants to go back to having nothing
I told her if we sleep tonight
we can probably catch a flight
she disrobed, and that midnight..
we rode.

lucid dreams storm through the strings
the lute that pings the melody to our lullaby..
saw cuts the lumber, sheep jump the fence
your Z’s turn to binary code, haven’t slept much since.