Shadez of Brooklyn – Change (1997)

Shadez of Brooklyn – Change (1997)

Speed up your hosting with Siteground…

Web Hosting

Music Shadez of Brooklyn (Pandemonium Wreckords)

Film The Warriors (1979)
[ad1], [ad2]

source



Try the Strongest CBD Oil! More than 50% off sale today! Buy Quality Hemp Oil

You might be interested in

Buy Quality Hemp Oil

Comment (36)

  1. I think the saddest part of this whole video is mercy knows she'll never get to live a normal life so when she sees those couples opens her eyes and their gone its like her dream disappearing

  2. Shadez of Brooklyn (ft. Reverend Al, Tee Black, Chocolate Tye, and Rambo) – “Change”

    [Emcee(s): Reverend Al, Tee Black, Chocolate Tye, and Rambo]

    [Producer(s): Mr. Walt]

    [Scratches: Mr. Walt]

    [Keyboards: Tone the Backbone]

    [Vocals: [?]]

    [Sample 1 (Piano): Ahmad Jamal Trio – “The Awakening”]

    [Sample 2 (Electric Guitar): The Jimi Hendrix Experience – “Voodoo Child (Slight Return)”]

    [Sample 3 (Whistle): Spoonie Gee – “Spooning Rap”]

    [Hook 1: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Walt]

    “Yo, stop fronting and use your head” – Sample from Just-Ice – “Latoya” (x3)

    [Verse 1: Reverend Al]

    At the end of

    1974, when daddy dukes went raw, the chosen

    Sperm, through exploring, reached the egg for sure. A child

    Through the birth canal on a nine-month trial. Released

    On this wild earth, my generation hit worst, with my

    Development arrested by the government, younger nigga

    Struggling, living life got me wondering

    New shit I’m discovering. Yo, son, I can’t sleep

    Situation so deep, my niggas drowning in the streets. Another

    Rapist’ll stalk and younger murderers walk. They got shit

    Locked in a fort, a Buck Fif’ if he talks

    Verbalizing hard times, finding ways to recline

    Dedicated to the rhyme brought you Shadez genuine

    I survived hard times, prime time as I rewind

    My thoughts and reminisce, sipping Olde E. quarts

    Rest in peace to my peeps who died up in the streets

    Fuck Halloween treats ‘cause ain’t shit sweet

    [Hook 2: [?]]

    Change (Change), my life has changed

    Change (Change), and I will never be the same

    Change (Change), my life has changed

    Change (Change), and I will never be the same

    [Verse 2: Tee Black]

    Growing up on these

    Brooklyn streets, it was hard for Black Tee to make

    These motherfucking ends meet. The first store that closed

    Up got stuck, and if you didn’t give me your cash

    I’d put one in somebody’s gut. I ran buckwild

    Through these streets with this crew of individuals, committing

    Crimes well-performed like a ritual until

    One date, my moms tried to send me upstate to Job Corps

    I didn’t know what the fuck for, so I

    Pulled out my files and called up the nigga Al

    “What’s the deal, son? It’s been a fucking long while”

    He said, “Yo, Black Tee, I had this dream about this cream

    I’m going all-out for mines by any fucking means”

    We grabbed our pen and pads and wrote about this world

    Going mad and how times was getting real bad

    But what we need to do is connect with

    Them other two, and make that dream you had come true

    [Verse 3: Chocolate Tye]

    I’m out the front door, don’t wanna deal with this bullshit

    No more—what for? I’m ready to throw this heart on the floor

    Back in the days, yo, Tye had it all: women

    On call, sex and all, summer, winter, spring, and the fall

    Then my moms broke out to get away from NY

    No doubt, then I settled down, made one girl a spouse

    Should of known couldn’t replace moms, my heart

    Rang the alarm, situation was the bomb

    I roamed the streets, started smoking weed

    Drinking Heine’s, tapping hinies, writing words to Rich’s beats, became

    An everyday struggler, stereotyped a hustler

    Constant bugger, resided with my father frequently, talked with

    My mother. Reactions crazy. Revenge thoughts? Maybe

    Asking, “What am I doing here?” Someone come save me

    ‘Cause I feel I got no purpose, stability

    No surface—just different type moves with an attitude

    But nervous, and no one is here to maintain my mind

    Frame. Now I’m doing shit I never did before

    [Hook 2: [?]]

    Change (Change), my life has changed

    Change (Change), and I will never be the same

    Change (Change), the world has changed

    Change (Change), and it will never be the same

    [Verse 4: Rambo]

    Brought up on Greene and Patch, you never had no ash

    And, every day, I find myself in the same old fashion

    Saddened, my same fucking Pumas and Lees

    Tore up at the knees—that would always squeeze

    My buns. I have no funds, I’m young and dumb

    Left school at three o’clock to face an eviction

    In tears, as it appears my crib for years

    Has just been rented to the landlord kids

    No rhythm ‘cause my rent grows rather rash

    Surpassed third-class, quick to stash when the photo flashed

    In contrast, I was labeled as an outcast

    Afraid to telecast ‘cause chicks’ll tell me kiss their asses

    Low self-esteem, but mom duke kept me clean

    Suede fronts, Spalding, Payday’s “A Madman Dream”

    Shantell, my princess, she will live to be a queen

    And as the moon beam, me and my team will be counting cream

    [Hook 2: [?]]

    Change (Change), my life has changed

    Change (Change), and I will never be the same

    Change (Change), the world has changed

    Change (Change), and it will never be the same

    Change (Change), you should make a change

    Change (Change), and you must never be the same

    Change (Change), Evil Dee has changed

    Change (Change), and he will never be the same

    Change (Change), Beatminerz changed

    Change (Change), and it will never be the same

    Change (Change), Mr. Walt has changed

    Change (Change), and it will never be the same

    Change (Change), Rhythmic Shadez has changed

    Change (Change), and it will never be the same

    [Hook 1: Samples with Scratches by Mr. Walt]

    “Yo, stop fronting and use your head” – Sample from Just-Ice – “Latoya” (x5)

  3. Nice that this song keeps being uploaded, helps it appear in suggested section more often, BUT I reckon we should always give the original upload (the one that appears as top search result) a view if whenever we see this; it gained 3+ million views rapidly; in 2012 when i first came across it it only had around 200,000 and it was already 4 years old, then all of a sudden with the re-surging popularity of boom bap/90's influenced beats, it rapidly rose to 3+ m views and will continue to grow.

    Help the original upload grow more, without it this song would have been unknown, along with all the underground classics that appear in the suggestion bar.

  4. At the end of 1974, when daddy dukes went raw
    The chosen sperm to explore and reach the egg for sure
    A child through the birth canal on the nine mo' trial
    Released on this wild earth, my generation hit worst
    Will my development arrested by the government
    Younga niggas strugglin', livin' life got me wonderin'
    New shit I'm discoverin', yo son I can't sleep
    Situation so deep, my niggas drownin' in the streets
    Another rapist'll stalk, a younger murder is walked
    They got shit locked in a fort, a buck fif' if you're tossed
    Verbalizin' hard times, findin' ways to recline
    Dedicated to the rhyme brought your shades and your wine
    I survived hard times prime time, as I rewind
    My thoughts and remmeniss, sippin' O.E. quarts
    Rest in peace to my peeps who died up in the streets
    Fuck Halloween treats cause ain't shit sweet

    [Chorus:]
    Change, my life has changed
    Change, (change) and I will never be the same
    Change, my life has changed
    Change, (change) and I will never be the same

    Growin' up on the Brooklyn streets
    It was hard for Black T to make these motherfuckin ends meet
    The first store that closed up got stuck
    And if you didn't gimme your cash
    I'd put one in somebody's gut
    I ran buckwild through these streets with this group of individuals
    Commiting crimes well performed like a ritual
    Until one day my momz tried to send me up-state to job core
    I didn't know what the fuck for
    So I, pulled out my pals
    And called up the nigga Al
    What's the deal son it's been a fuckin' long while
    He said yo Black T, I had this dream about this cream
    I'm going all out for mines by any fuckin' means
    We grabbed our pen and pads
    And wrote about this world gone mad
    And how times was getting real bad
    But what we need to do
    Is connect with them other two
    And make that dream you had come true

  5. Thank you for this video. It took me over 5 years to find the artists who made this song. I had it on a burned cd. I don't even know how I got it in the first place. I've been go googling and asking for mad years. I can't belive I just found it.

Comments are closed.

CBD Oil Sale Today! Get your CBD Oil at 66% off!