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Saturday, May 13, 2006
80. J.A.R.B - Mad beats
Mad beats. All I know, all I feel. Dance like no one’s watching; even though you know they are. Show your colors. Music pumping, louder. I really like your def jux baby. Original, classy, real; old school; nothing you’ve ever heard. Since we last spoke. Let it out, dance the night away. Wait for that bridge; anticipate, not what you expected. Pump it. “Louder”? Oh no, we’re already going full blast. Let ‘em judge later, move those legs, let’s see you break a sweat; don’t worry about the smell. Hold on to the beat, let it flow, let it sink in; let them move you. Anticipate, just what you wanted. Fade out? That’s a negative; we can keep moving. You can dance, you can sit. You can move; you can rest. You can wait for the right time; or be there the whole way through. Two more dead. Ghostwriter; they can’t tell who’s yelling in the background. But they can hear. Move; don’t plan. “Where’s my snare?”
-Jones.
- Jones posted this bad boy on 5:31 AM
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