Lyrics/Vocals by Adeem
Produced by MF Shalem
Guitar by Nic Tremblay
Bass by Chris Beam
Mixed by Ben Rogers
Recorded by MF Shalem at:
Nicola’s Trattoria
(Keene, NH),
Carriage House
(Dublin, NH),
Yellow Clover
(Keene, NH)
lyrics
1. GET IT When the east is in the house,
oh my god, danger/ y’all never heard
this kind a sound from keene new
hampshire/ where the herd follows the
flock then flops on the wager/ here,
you gotta piece, but it got fleeced by
the savior/ no doubt about it we major,
ain’t no doubt about it you minor/ find
yourself wading in water, then sinking,
drowning, kind a/ I’m a, ryu with the
defense, you all tense with the offense/
often it’s the weak feeding em with
this nonsense/ that ain’t a song, nah,
it’s a sing along for them quitters, all
bitter with no hitters/ painting pictures
with side splitters, go figure/ I’m a rip
ya from the mailbox to ya twitter/ give
you them fever blisters and then gonna
beat ya with them tongue twisters/ hey
sister, where them drugs, you got in
your back pocket?/ hey mister, where
them thugs, or whatever you call it?/
my power wow, no matter why or the
who/ brick wall, gonna get built, brick
wall get broke through/ I’d rather be 2
instead of lonely vocals, with locals/
rapping bout being loco, losing the beat
and my focal/ i ain’t for you, hell no, I
need the best me I got to offer/ I’ll bear
the beast of burden to see that money
for my daughter/ y’all oughta be used
to, this kind of approach/ i’m telling
the truth, it’s obvious that we’re dope/
hope, ain’t nothing but weapon, a lesson
that I’m stressing/ slippery slope when
you climbing them mountains by half
stepping/
(chorus)
I ain’t wasting another minute to get it,
got it/ I ain’t wasting another minute to
get it, got me/ I ain’t wasting another
minute to get it cause it’s the critics that
did it/ waiting for another carbon copy/
I’m guessing you new or ignorant to the
fact, we blew/ the map in half with the
personification of doing you/ more than
something to do, it’s a way of life to live/
a culture that went billion miles to reach
what it did/ I’m the best at what i do,
y’all can’t front on the kid/ giving a pulse
to the dead cause y’all cant see past
your lid/ If you don’t mind your matter
rapper collarbone shatter/ don’t be the
last word in my chapter, i promise you’ll
begging to your captors/ got that ghetto
up in my blaster, running with drums,
but I bet i got faster/ i’m a mix and and
I’m the master, I’m a dolby disaster/
cut that background noise, cause you
doing nothing but chirping chatter/
slice to tatters, fatter than batter, made
up in the mold of a mad hatter/ i’m a
pastor that passed ya, headed out to
pasture/ splitting words into fractures
while they gone with the rapture/ they
grazing, misbehaving, saying hell coming
at em/ saving, themselves, playing
games, but they numbing Adam/ we
both talking that bull… but mine will
make you better/ they’ll quote me when
i’m gone, don’t forget the five letters/
You all wrong, for the part of persuasion/
You the animal left grazing/ While I’m
tasting the world and i’m telling you it’s
amazing/ I’m phasing every actor out,
making them vanish/ You looking empty
and famished, egocentric and damaged/
From this point it’s all vantage, it’s all I
can manage/ With a passion and pulpit
for this brand new language/ I ain’t
wasting another minute to get it, got it
(chorus)
credits
from Made In New Hampshire,
released November 13, 2012
Lyrics/Vocals by Adeem
Produced by MF Shalem
Guitar by Nic Tremblay
Bass by Chris Beam
Mixed by Ben Rogers
Recorded by MF Shalem at:
Nicola’s Trattoria
(Keene, NH),
Carriage House
(Dublin, NH),
Yellow Clover
(Keene, NH)
I'm not really sure why I slept on this album for so long. Oh that's right, I prefer the blue pill to the stark reality of our morally defunct society as presented in this brilliant piece of work. This album is a poignant combination of rage, desperation, and just enough hope to force my eyes open. Jay-Radd
Album of the year. In a fair and just world, they would be headlining festivals with this one. Big hooks. Vivid verses. Fingers-crossed, the instrumentals will get the vinyl treatment. Goodwill Hunter
Sometimes you come across an artist that is compelled to do what they do.
I appreciate the musicality and the arrangement and the artistry of the songs. He sings and plays like his life depends on it. I appreciate the humanity of the lyrics… Like reading Tortilla Flats, or watching Nobody’s Fool.
Ceschi is a bright star. I’m glad he’s loose in the world. oldtruck