ONE THOUSAND A JOURNAL OF HIP HOP SONGWRITING
Featuring: Homeboy Sandman Oddissee Stik Figa Shad Qwel yU
ISSUE #1001
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looking for monday? neither are we.
where life lives
Art Direction and Copy by Chris Richardson
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ONE THOUSAND 1000 is a journal of dual purpose. First and foremost it serves as a platform to showcase the under appreciated art form of songwriting in Hip Hop. It serves to strip down the complex lyrics to the bare words in order to disarm the reader from the preconceived prejudices that accompany many viewpoints on Hip Hop. In this form a larger audience can appreciate the wordplay and imagery apparent in the words.
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Second, it’s a printed showcase for the work of Chris Richardson and Quinn Williams. The page layouts, illustrations, photo manipulations and advertisements are by Chris Richardson with the remainder of the print advertising work by Quinn Williams. And the photography is the property of it’s respective owners .We hope you truly enjoy both the work of the music artists, as well as the designers. To find more of the same, visit: grizzlidesign.co & quinnwilldesign.com.
Art Direction by Quinn Williams and Copy by Chris Richardson
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aint been to compliant mama saying that I need faith
BLIND TIGER
being self-reliant we just ash when they cremate go ahead and pick a star which one would you replace balls full of gas
where the drum roll, numskull
they don’t even need names earth’s about the cash
aint you seen the white horse aint you smell the gun smoke
working on a pre-paid flame to the glass
funds low these bums broke
inhale and then relieve pain life a lot of things
chatting with Colombo peeling back the moon roof
she aint never been no cheap date
and now my skin is sun soaked
slave in a free state discovering the cupboards dry
aint no rocket science but I need space
listen to the engine putter brother give another try pop mutters baby sucking on her mother’s for another night gunfire is another lullaby
From the album, “Under the City” by Stik Figa & L’Orange 1000-6
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I still don’t let nothing go to waste.............................................. Leftovers any given day...................................................................... I spend about the same...................................................................... There’s just a lot more left over to give a way.................... It occurred to me one show............................................................. I’m on stage where I used to be in the front row.............. That’s like a ten foot distance......................................................... It’s not a really big difference.......................................................... Same guidelines as far as being the bigger man................ Staying away from the yellow snow.......................................... I’m still Black Thought’s biggest fan............................................ Just now I can call and tell him so...............................................
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From the album, “First of a Living Breed” by Homeboy Sandman
Far as money I was always out.................................................... Now it’s always money coming in................................................ I never worry about money now................................................... I never worried about money then...............................................
NOT REALLY
.................................................People ask me if my life changed ......................................................................Here’s what I might say ......................................................................................................Not really ......................................................................................................Not really
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Exactly what I’m all about and Fam, now where would I be if I was without them Somewhere strugglin & hustlin hard I put my trust in God, besides that I fear nothing Up against Tremendous odds, but I know That nothing comes easy, it’s called survival Why should I be tired fo, when goals are unacomplished Just living and walkin wit a purpose Prospering off What I’ve learned I gotta earn my crown then The bread’ll keep piling, I’m determined, brown and I’m proud as the lion & the pack he was down with My drive, experienced like it was mileage The earth is round, I go beyond where the clouds is I’m trynna rock crowds somewhere up in the thousands Been down, since up was outta range Alotta pain, gotta gain, not a game, alotta ways, I became A modern king humble of today see I take speech seriously, cuz your words reach The whole world if you’re doing it right We make a difference, my mission, upliftment, u wit it? Cool Let’s get it, I’ll be willing to the finish Very vintage and I carry lyrics, strength in every sentence Studying this like a college and You’ll never catch me following or borrowing, I’ve got to send this one out
From the album, “The Earn” by yU
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EVEN IF
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I’m not sure why But um Things seem different now You know?
DIFFERENT NOW
She practically handed me the ass That I could care less Because she lacked class The fitting of her dress would of had me at 21 Its funny son Just a few years older more revealings less appealing And I’m more into shoulders And other subtleties I’m in the house more Thus I’m out less I’m less concerned with rocking fits that ain’t out yet I’m still about fresh But not my tennis shoes more about my fruit and veg I decorate my crib My homie’s couch less That ain’t the way I live At least lately the life of a bachelor seems crazy I went from cold pizza and old FIFA To seeing goals scored in person at low bleachers So lazy the youth in me I use to be I use to like a one night stand Now I’m all up in her house like there ain’t one nice lamp
From the album, “Helpless Dreamer” by Mello Music Group, performed by Oddissee 1000-12
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rap genius - heads sayin he should blow (he should tho) rap genius - got good quotes and footnotes look - who else spittin the most urgent most soul-searchin perfectly dope verses and no curses ask any analyst, journalist, panelist whos canada’s unimanimous circa 98 canibus ambulance vans when my jams spin - it’s calamitous sendin bands into banishment dammit i need no laminate - yall know the name im the rap game villain shad k. back stage in the bat cave chillin bumpin bad brains with a bad dame wheelin in the fast lane rugrat still these cats cant kill him kids talkin bout, “i just need a co-sign - one break!” all i need’s a drum break and one take im unsafe - yall soft as sunday brunch dates with bundt cake got crowds jumpin like i just done a pump fake man this is just 1/8th - just a morsel i got more flows yall just mortals, even moreso this is morse code from the north pole to warn folks: the storm crow’s comin thru your war zone lords knows i was born dope
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goin back like corn rows i amaze (i am maize) like corn rows pure jokes still i can rage like hormones im a oracle, im next level: warp zone the forbes shows what they net but im more gross - sick as a sore throat the kid isnt normal hard core flows but he spit with a warm tone the whip isnt much but his chick is a norah jones im eatin all yall food by the fork load golden arches or ol girl with the orange fro no actually i’ll have your pork roast and orzo make a short toast then pop the cork off the bordeaux i could hold court with the foremost i could tour coasts or teach a course load at the sorbonne forget 4 bars - every quarter note’s historical when i perform poems im a force, im a horror show man im in my z---, im in your zone im on your porch, in your home takin everything like it foreclosed just me and t stakin claims, takin names i guess some things stay the same still the champ
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Art Direction and Copy by Quinn Williams
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Art Direction and Copy by Quinn Williams
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Man I seen this sleek graff piece Of Japanese baby shadows blasted black back against the foundation of half cracked knees How could the artist catch the perfect and exact beauty of the little faces From 10,000 stacked feet Cynical laugh Must of had mad reach, Flash freeze frame, made efforts remembered to paint the faded jump rope froze in half leap Man’s canvas masterpiece, banana ants and apathy Hands danced to slash thick apple on this last patch of green Fat squeeze the master painter heard the ground cry out black streaks Deep ash piles of salmon pink and sweet corn yellow Rusty red dragon stabbed across my sky so subtle Greasy cobalt streaks from black squares, puddles of pear bubbles Puncture holes double as burgundy moons over dim plum meadows Mint stamped oasis and gray aphids of charcoal statistics Scraping scarlet across mustard crust, maroon and hunter critics Purple mistress circles of tin spin under burnt umber crimson Instances of living under vivid lemon wings with quick orange flickers Flash! Ripped the canvas in his mouth in his coarse grin full of slivers To join the outer phoenix with the inner, seen it Initialed with white warm splinters, scenic
From the album, “Dark Day”, by Qwel & Jackson Jones
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VINCENT VAN GOGH COKE AD
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Art Direction by Quinn Williams and Copy by Chris Richardson