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Entries from May 2009

JadaKiss “The Last Kiss” Album Review

May 27, 2009 · Leave a Comment

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There comes a time in every artist’s career, when they reach a point where they know that where they’re at, is probably the best that they will ever be. It may not necessarily be because they don’t have the skills to excel to higher heights, its just the way that things are for them. Jadakiss is one of those artists. With lyrical and song writing skills that should have pushed him into the elite iconic status of the Hip Hop world, Jada has slugged his way through the under appreciated middle class level of raps misguided class system. So while he excels and continues to put up A+ performances, the artist who constantly put up D’s, continues to ascend higher into the class system then he can ever imagine. But instead of following the steps of the D students, Kiss has decided to be happy where he is at and put out the music that he wants. He no longer competes with the achieving under achievers, and instead competes with himself. So with his third album The Last Kiss, this Yonkers rapper puts together an album that he and the listeners can be proud of. Successful or not.

Lyrics-9

Despite being in the game for years now, Kiss has failed to lose a step in his lyrical prowess, with more experience than just raw talent, and a bigger vocabulary than the average artist. Kiss is able to stay aggressive on the microphone ripping beat after beat on this album, while still keeping the lyrics simple enough for the common listener to understand. Unlike some artist who make their lyrics too simple and sometimes out right annoying, Kiss keeps an air of skill to it, adding some cockiness to the act as he keeps the same smooth flow that has gotten him to this point in his career so far. Lyrical highlights include Pain And Torture, Death Wish, Something Else, and Come And Get Me Feat Styles P. Listen closely or you may miss a piercing punchline and if you’re not the type of listener who can read between the lines, there will still be enough to keep your finger on the rewind button.

Production-8

The Last Kiss, unlike many other albums, takes a very diverse approach towards the production of this album. While most kiss albums can expect to have street heavy beats, and a couple of slower R&B based beats to show a softer side, this album shows Kiss mixing up all of the production styles in hip hop. Production styles vary from a southern flow, such as the banger Something Else. He then switches it up with an R&B type beat when he gets together with Neyo for By My Side. The producers used on this album were very diverse as well, as they varied from Da Matrix, Don Cannon, Pharell and even The Alchemist. With a good mixture of fast paced, slow, and mellow songs the production matches the lyrics which obviously set the mood on the album. Death Wish stands out as a speaker banger, as well as Who’s Real produced by Swizz Beatz. Overall, Kiss does a great job choosing the production for the album, making for the musical experience to run seemlessly into each other.

Songs-8

Kiss has never been known as a rapper that will talk about too many diverse topics….he usually keeps it very simple for the fans and casual listeners. There’s the handful of thug tracks, there’s the struggle track, the track where he tries to put all of his friends on, the attempt at a commercial hit, two or three introspective tracks, and then of course the Styles P collabo. The Last Kiss has all of this, but still seems to offer a little bit more than usual. In this album, more than any other album of Kiss, you will be able to get a better understanding of him. Believe it or not, if you’re listening hard, you will see that Kiss opens up a lot on this album. Songs like Smoking Gun, Things I’ve been Through, and Letter To Big. Show Kiss’ innate respect and admiration for women, chronicle his growth through the industry, and display his love, respect and friendship with deceased friend, Notorious B.I.G. The topic and quality of songs would be a perfect ten if not for the failed attempt at remaking the song “Why”. The track “What If” is clearly a rip off of the previous song and fails to offer the same introspective and social fire that “Why” was able to do for kiss. Grindin Hard, Feat Mariah Carey will be nothing more then a repetitive hook and annoying lyrics to hard core hip hop fans. “Who’s Real”, although catchy and great for the speakers, is just as corny as Soldier Boy’s “Kiss me through the Phone”

Conclusion-8

Now three albums into his solo career and over ten years in the game, we all should know, just like Kiss should, that his status as an artist will probably not raise any higher than what it already is. It is highly unlikely that this album will come out this Tuesday April 7th 2009 and sell two million copies at the end of the week. It is highly unlikely that he will have the same pop status as a Jay-Z or a Little Wayne. But one thing that can be guaranteed is that he will still be a great artist and continue to put out great music. The Last Kiss is not Kiss’s best work. It is not the classic album that many Lox stans will call it, but what it is, and will be, is a look into one of the most consistent rappers in the industry. One who is under-appreciated and not as successful as he should be. Being comfortable in his own space, he is putting out music that he loves. If this is the last kiss…it’s a hell of a way to go.

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Dry Dick Stan

May 27, 2009 · Leave a Comment

With no relationship to mask the truth, I sit Idly by
No sex in my life so to on lookers im kind of dry
But without the risk of a relationship, or a buddy to grasp
I just have no plans to be running through random ass (No Homo)
So yeah its been a while, I’ve had no sex I cant even lie
but I’d rather keep this drie dick, no need to fuck everything that catches my eye
I cant look at myself in the mirror knowing I’ve been thorugh every girl
so instead I sit, while you run through chics, finding all sorts of kool infections for your dick
so while the STD’s and the pregnancies pile up on your doctors note, my dick stay’s dry
No stress no lie’s no sex no love for me.
But how do you look your love in the eye with no cause of regret without your soul screaming to scratch the surface
Your doing her wrong and your doing them all, piping pussy staying wet, but your concious you seem to forget
So when you laugh at my dry dick, and you recite that name remember I choose to be a man and not go off of my basic instincts…..

Dry Dick Stan… and Proud to be that way

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What More Can I Say

May 27, 2009 · Leave a Comment

what can I say, nothing makes more sense nothing else seems clear, fuzzy blurry, funny, serious all at once, queezy, nervous, calm relaxed, at ease, ready for action, happy excstatic, frantic, and through all there are still no way to put it into words. No way to show with my lips, cant send telepathic messages with my heart, too many feelings to put down on paper, or even to pen in a poem, beyond goosebumps and well above just physical attraction, but how do I tell you all of this when there is no way to explain, the glimmer of my eyes cant even begin to tell the story of my heart, there are no words, no movements no kisses so you can never know just how strong this feels. but it does.

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Sucker For Love

May 27, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Hungry for the touch, weakened by her voice.
I’m infatuated I have no choice.
With everyone that passes me by
the feelings stir I cant deny
The icy hot it burns s deep my restraint is nill
my heart just pure, but to touch your lips
everything I will endure. Irresistible for all that you do
its inevitable I’m a sucker for you.

I am a slave to those soft eyes, the tender lips, the velvet touch and inviting hips
That glowing smile where your secrets lies. To only have a piece of you would be a crime
My every movement inspired by your, controlled by the honey coated goodness when I become drunk from your sweetness. Theres no way you could ever expect me to pick just one.
Like a fool I fall in love with you all, one choice just dosent seem enough. As I become attatched to every tender aroma of sweetness that passes me.

I’m a sucker for love, your sweet passionate love
So stingy for your heart wanting every drop of you
Nothing to much to ask to feel your blossoming love.
It leaves me drunk with passion, never quite a quenched thirst.

Your ever so smooth core untainted coco brown texture pearl like skin delicate but unbreakable, no one can help me escape the way that I yearn for you. I’m stingy and stuck off the drink from your lips, when your moans shake the earth and your passion drips. Caribbean fire with love purer than Jamaicans sea, I’m a sucker for love without you I’m completely incomplete.

I’m a sucker for love currently wanting you. your smile sticking to me it follows me wherever I go.
your sunlight sparks fill me with energy. Rose petals for a soul tender but strong.
Blossoming on your own, but in my eyes I’m where you belong.
I’m green with envy for your love cant bare to share you with another soul.
I’m a sucker for love with you I can be whole.

I’m still a sucker for love, and even more I miss your touch. I never had it in the first place
but still lay prone to the thought. your power en captivates me your presence feels my soul.
Soft kisses lay within your warriors soul. The curves of your body foll those who dont know, because under those honey cream pumps a fighter resides in you. With eyes that tease and a heart that loves, I loved you before I knew you and want you with all you come with.

There are so many more that I have yet to mention.
One stands out above all she embodies what I want,
but through my passion for you all, I know there lies the perfect one
I capture hearts and become held prisoner and in way’s its just the way that I am
but until she comes my way, a sucker for love is what I’ll stay

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Erased

May 27, 2009 · Leave a Comment

For all of the days, hours minutes, seconds that I spent thinking about you
I will spend a splinter of a moment to eliminate them from my mind
Love is a beautiful thing until the perversions of life strip it of its innocence and your left wondering what happened.
Ten million thoughts ten thousand memories, kisses that never happened and towel thrown in to signal that I’ve quit on this, whatever it may be, because it is clear you don’t deserve my memories.
Yet with repulsion I am yet forced to hold in thoughts that once were true to me, but truth to speak and truth to see, the feelings came from only me.
Its funny just how fast we fall, by the time my heart hit concrete I realized I was never high, I just tripped over your mental fantasy.
Just then you got the best of me, I’ve sobered up I’ll press delete erase you from my memories, the smiles are just a distant dream, I forget you even as I speak, …. Done

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Unbreakable

May 27, 2009 · Leave a Comment

Its easy to sit back and feel sorry for yourself,
drowing in what you feel should be the sorrows of your pains,
but your built from a different mold and for this your reactions differ from those who cant handle.
I’m to Brawlic for this, so I crash right through the defeat, I walk through a valley of pain and wont cry out for you to see.
These Shoulders are built for the long haul, get ready for the second wave, I’m to strong for you youngings, Through any storm I’ll Maintain>
You Cant Beat me I can Only Beat myself…..

Categories: Poetry

My Retrospect For Life: Inspired by the Common song “Retrospect for life”

May 27, 2009 · 1 Comment

 Sometimes we forget who we are in the Misdt of controversy, I had all faults in this but I wanted no part

 But now I look in the mirror and I cant help but ask myself, your a son a father and a killer, stopped it before it took its first and last breath.

I cant explain the pain that I feel, and no one can ever understand. I was so unprepaired I wasnt ready to be a man.

So instead of standing up to the fate that I built with my own blood I destroyed a life that never did wrong, a sin I cant wash off.

You didnt ask to come to this world, you made no demands to be created, and the thing that I help make is the same thing I hated.

When the sex was intense I was so quick to embrace for an unprotected love that that we so irresponsibly made.

But you were brave and you were strong, I cant possibly lie, I left you alone, I was so weak, it amazes me that we still speak.

you carried this life inside of you while I tried to run as far away from the truth, and when I denied what was real you still held faith in me.

Your that beautiful black women that I always heard about, and I apologize I never gave you an option so you did what you had to and took that life

But I never told you about all those nights I cried, I’m not ready to settle down, I cant be a father to a child.

I cant give up my own selfish wants to raise another life that I made, I dont want to be called daddy, I’m not ready to act my age.

From fear of responsibility the decision at the time just seemed so clear to me, so instead of being the father that mines was to me.

I paid the price to pull the plug and stop that precious heart beat. I cheated you of all the things that I want to keep so bad

and because I wasnt ready to be a dad, I cry overa life you never had. the opportunity for love is gone for you, your first kiss will never exist.

I cant teach you how to ride a bike, I’ll never wipe away your tears. And through the years as I grow older my memories may disapear.

The fact remains that I failed you before you ever took a breath, and before you ever were a thought, I found a way to condem you to death.

I cant take back the mistakes I made, but I can promise you from today, If I create another life, I’ll be true to my responsibility.

You’ll have both your mom and dad, a home to rest your head at, no disfunction in the future I’m working to provide you the best.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pmDybzfNBG0

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