Origins of Musiq

You know,

Music is a very touchy subject. Whether you are from the south, the north, the west, overseas, or where ever you are it is different. Everyone gets so caught up on assuming that a certain genre has killed Hip-Hop. It's not genre, nor is it region that has killed hip hop. When we think of Country and Rock music we realize that they are still selling millions of records. Their music has a distinct soul to it that fits their genre's culture. Music in the black community or excuse me "The Hip-Hop community" because it is more than race with music, has diminished from the pressure put on artist to create mental destruction upon it's community. Everything has come down to selling records, you know making money to provide for your family. When these artist create their image of thugs and hustlers the average mind who listen believes them. At some point you have to ask yourself what is real, and wonder how many of them really lived their lifestyles. There's a scripted artist who just writes to sell records and get money, and then the artist that isn't as available to kick the bullshyt, but realness. That such as this wonderful and developing corporation known as ReALMaTiQ. Music has lost it's soul, and voice, but it still has some flares and can spark minds, but it doesn't bring the same joy. We want to get back to that. We are all aware that in order to get on, be hot, be wanted by the public ears you have to display a certain level of ignorance in your music to be noticed. That's fine, but those are those three to four singles that are for radio. The goal is to make music of overall substance. You get this substance from the actual CD, or Lp. 3-4 Commercial records, 5-6 Very Deep Songs, and 4-5 mixed tracks that have true meaning, but is up tempo and fun to listen to. This is my feed, my scripture, the song that I cherish that I've written the most.



HOW IM FEELIN:

YOU EVER FEEL LIKE THIS NIGGA,
LIKE SHYT WILLL NEVER TURN OUT RIGHT
LIKE NOTHING ROLLS WITH YOU ONLY AGAINST YOU

I FEEL
I FEEL LIKE
DEATH
WALKING THRU THE VALLEY AT MIDNIGHT
LOVERS LANE
FUCK THAT
I COULDN'T KEEP MY OWN MOTHER IN MY LIFE
SHE PUSHED ME AWAY ONE THE EVE OF DEATH
SO I SEE SHYT IN BLACK AND WHITE
IT'S LIKE IM A MARTIAN
I JUST CAN'T CONCIEVE WITH THE LIGHT
I NEVER SEEM TO LIVE QUITE RIGHT
SO HITTIN THIS JIN WHIT THE OJ SEEMS SO NICE
I COULD LAY
LIKE FRITO
NEVER SEE ANOTHER SUNRISE TO A DAY
CARELESS
CAUSE MY SOUL FEELS SO DRAINED
SO LAME
IM STUCK IN THIS SUMMER RAIN
AND IM HEARING CARL SINGING
I WISH I NEVER MET HER
THIS LIFE
SO TOUGH LIKE WOOL
THINEST CUT LIKE JAIL LUNCH MEAT SLICE
AND I CAN'T BREATHE
I CAN'T LIVE
YOU THINK YOU KNOW
YOU HAVE NO IDEA
I SHOOT IF I HAD A PISTOL
FIRE A CRACKER IF I HAD POSITIONS OF POWER
BUT I STRAIN
LIKE SPAGHETTI AFTER IT COOKS
IT'S LIKE THE PERFECT STORM
BUT THIS IS NO BOOK
REAL LIFE
AND ALL I CAN SEE IS HOW BAD MY EMOTIONS ARE SHOOK
IT'S ME BIG MIKE

CHORUS2X
THEY SAY HOWS LIFE FOR YA
HOWS WIFE DOING YA
AINT SHYT
CAUSE IT'S NONSENSE
REALLY NON EXISTENCE
LOVE AINT IN ME
SO HOW COULD GOOD THOUGHTS COEXIST WHIT THESE CARDS IM DEALIN

YOU SEE IT LIKE
EACH DAY YOU WAKE UP YOU BLESSED RIGHT
I SEE IT LIKE MY CHEST HURT
AND SO MANY OF MY IDOLS HAVE MOVED ON FROM LIFE
AND IT GOT ME IN QUESTION AT NIGHTS
LIKE DAMN
WHAT IS HEAVEN REALLY LIKE
CAUSE WE SURE DO GO TO IT
BY 3'S AND IM STARTING TO GROW TO IT
NA
BUT IF I EVER FALL
I GUESS I'D NEVER CALL
BE AWAY ENJOYING MY TIME
I COULD REALLY BALL
A SPIRIT
HOVERING OVA YA'LL
NEVER KNOWING IM THERE
THATS HOW U WANT IT RIGHT
THAT IDEA SEEMS SO NICE
YOU WANT ME OFF THE RICTER
SCALES CAN'T READ MY LIFE
RIPLEYS BELIEVE IT OR NOT
I AINT QUITTING
FUCK IT
IM OUT FOR A WINNING
WHETHER IF I TURN INTO A HUSTLA
OR IM ON A ROLL LIKE A CLOCK TICKING
360
24/7
YOU FEELIN MY RYTHYM
CAUSE U LIVIN THE SAME SETTING

CHORUS2X
THEY SAY HOWS LIFE FOR YA
HOWS WIFE DOING YA
AINT SHYT
CAUSE IT'S NONSENSE
REALLY NON EXISTENCE
LOVE AINT IN ME
SO HOW COULD GOOD THOUGHTS COEXIST WHIT THESE CARDS IM DEALIN