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Got Me Good (live acappella)

from Made In New Hampshire by Adeem & DJ MF Shalem

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Live in Portland ME at the Big Easy

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12. GOT ME GOOD I remember, listening to de
la/ When my neighborhood couldn’t care/
What the black man did/ But I, watched every
video/ 3pm after school, vhs would go, into
my machine/ Tape my dream, being played
out by cheap budgets/ We beatboxed while
my grades would plummet/ We traveled to
the planet rock summit/ No one knew, why
I demanded blank tapes/ Those D Batteries
and all those empty milk crates/ I had paper
route and pocket cash/ Saturday mornings
put the sound on blast/ Volume 10 while
the cars passed/ Got em live as long as the
side lasts/ Public enemy, wouldn’t remember
me/ But I knew every word that Chuck D said
to me/ All the things my race had done/ I
figured every Uzi weighed a ton/ By the time I
got to Arizona, I suspected everyone/ Of being
higher class, bigots with a paid staff/ Now I
knew why Mookie through the can through
that glass/ The Injustice fits us in a curios
way/ I paid attention to everything rappers
would say/ Role models with 40 bottles,
violent problems/ Asking the shorties to call
em, and daring anybody rapper to rob em/
See while those suckaz walked like the code
of the streets didn’t apply/ TV said lean on
me, but I felt more like high school high/ Joke
on us, right? We come from small towns with
no culture/ Where rappers don’t come in this
color and if they do then they’re suckers/ Not
me though, I rode with G rap, Kane and Shan/
I dreamed of bus tickets to NYC, I had a plan/
Someday, I’m gonna be an emcee/ Then
bullone mind state swooped in and got me/
To another place, specifically, the concepts
were classic/ But it strayed away from all the
other styles I had mastered/ It didn’t make
no sense/ But that’s what was so intense/
Took me 7 listens before I considered it fresh/
After that I started messing with that pen/
Freestyling to myself while I was walking with
my friends/ We would clown about being stuck
in this backwoods jungle/ Where the fever for
hip hop kept it hard hard to be humble/
(chorus)
Y’all never know where the life of a man
gonna go/ Inner city got me good, but
I can hear the echo/ Of the mic check,
mic check 1, 2, 1, 2/ The culture’s for
them and it’s not for you/
I remember 8th grade, Malcolm x hat covered
my eyes/ Explaining to my family why the
white man always gonna lie/ I identified
with the color blind/ Felt I was getting mine,
quietly/ I could scream South South Bronx
without any irony/ See, in those days I never
thought I was hood/ I respected the struggle
because I knew and I understood/ The roof
over my head was a blessing and curse/ I
mean my parents were cool, but they never
saw rap coming first/ Who could blame them?
Their music was the Beatles and carpenters/
They can’t relate to all these ciphers and
mobsters/ To them sounded like some liars
and monsters/ Trying to steal their only son
from their suburban apartment/ But see
it wasn’t just that, it was bigger than white
fear/ Cause all my peers just wanted to play
sports and drank beer/ Never gave thought to
question why they’re here/ I took it personal
like I was getting threats from premier/
There was more to discover, in the core of
the mother ship/ Where Mecca and the soul
brother was the ultimate/ Before mischief was
dj exit and sha wrote someone/ Dpk was the
crew that held your Walkman for ransom/ Then
when I was 16 I realized I could this/ Gotta
run it back, cause these girls are simalak/
Nobody wanna feel the heat when I hit the
track/ I’m a smack you twice like I’m trying
to play the role of jack jack jack/ Before the
wedding ring and car payment/ Interest in my
bank statement/ Middle finger up no time to
be complacent/ Before the idea of identity,
Jb’s had the remedy/ Hiphop was my life for
better or calamity/ Now I’m a tell you why it
spoke to a white kid like me/ Cause It’s ain’t
where you’re at it’s who you want to be

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from Made In New Hampshire, released November 13, 2012
Live in Portland ME at the Big Easy

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Adeem & DJ MF Shalem Keene, New Hampshire

We met at Keene High School in 1993 started making music together in 1996 and haven't stopped since.

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