Albenvorstellungen
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Erste Vorstellung:
American Gangster
Interpret: Shawn Corey Carter aka Jay-Z
Label: Roc-A-Fella Records (Def Jam)
Genre: Eastcoast Hip Hop/Rap
Veröffentlichung:23.11.2007
Laufzeit: 59 Minuten
Tracklist:
1. Intro
2. Pray (feat. Beyoncé)
3. American Dreamin’
4. Hello Brooklyn 2.0 (feat. Lil Wayne)
5. No Hook
6. Roc Boys (And The Winner Is...)
7. Sweet
8. I Know (feat. Pharrell)
9. Party Life
10. Ignorant Shit (feat. Beanie Sigel)
11. Say Hello
12. Success (feat. Nas)
13. Fallin’
14. Blue Magic (feat. Pharrell) (Bonus Track)
15. American Gangster (Bonus Track)
American Gangster ist kein Soundtrack zum gleichnamigen Film! "Jigga" wollte sich eigentlich vom Rap-Business zurückziehen und seine Kohle nur noch durch seine Klamottenfirma und sein Basketballteam (New Jersey Nets) verdienen. Doch als er den Film American Gangster sah, inspirierte ihn der Film so sehr, dass er prompt ein neues Album rausbrachte. Das war schon das zweite Comeback...hoffen wir, dass er nicht so bald wieder aufhören will :D
Lyrics:
Roc Boys (And The Winner Is...):
And the winner is Hov... my man. SPEECH!
First of all I wanna thank my connect
The most important person with all due respect
Thanks to duffle bag, the brown paper bag
The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash
Boys in blue who put greed before the badge
The first pusher whoever made the stash
The Roc Boys in the building tonight (hey!)
Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life (hey!)
Thanks to the lames, niggas with bad aim
Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game
Bullet wounds will stop your bafoonery
Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy
To Lil Kim and them, you know the women friend
Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen
Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers
And most importantly you, the customer
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
[We in the house, hou-, hou-]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
[We in the house, hou-, hou-]
[We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY]
Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score
Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore
Take what the Forbes figure, then figure more
Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw
Pick a time, lets pick apart some stores
Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours
I figure frauds never hit a lick before
So they don't know the feeling when them things get across
Put ya hand out the window, feel the force
Feel the Porsche, hit the frost
Ice cold, jewels got no flaws
Drop got no top, you on the top floor
Pink Rosay, think OJ
I get away with murder when I sling yay
Heroin got less steps than Britney
That means it ain't stepped on, dig me?
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
[We in the house, hou-, hou-]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
[We in the house, hou-, hou-]
[We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY]
Red Porsches, rare portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
This apple sauce is from the apple orchid
This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses
Which means I get it from the ground
Which means you get it when I'm around
Rich niggas, black bar mitzvahs
Mazel tov, it's a celebration bitches, L'Chayim
I wish for you a hundred years of success but it's my time
Cheers, toast to crime
Number one D-boy, shame he could rhyme
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
[We in the house, hou-, hou-]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
[We in the house, hou-, hou-]
[We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY]
Sweet, let that ride out!
Bring the horns back in, yeah
This is black super hero music right here baby
American Gangsta
Taking flight, coming to a town near you
Soon as I touch down I just want ya'll to start playing the horns like...
Hovies home...Lukey baby
Hahahahaha...ow!
Blue Magic:
Roc-a-fella records
The imperial Skateboard P
Great Hova
Y'all already know what it is (Oh Shit!)
C'mon!
Yeah
So what if you flip a couple words
I could triple that in birds
open your mind you see the circus in the sky
I'm Ringling brothers Barnum and Bailey with the pies
No matter how you slice it I'm your motherfucking guy
Just like a B-Boy with 360 waves
Do the same with the pot, still come back beige.
Whether writers are par, whether powder the jar
Whip it around, it still comes back hard.
So easily do I w-h-i-p
My repitition with wrists will bring you kilo biggers.
I got kreole C.O. bitches for my niggas who slipped, became prisoners
Trees taped to the visitors
You already know what the business is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we live this shit
Niggas wanna bring the 80s back
It's okay with me, that's where they made me at
Except I don't write on the wall
I write my name in the history books, hustling in the hall (hustling in the hall)
Nah, I don't spin on my head
I spin work in the pots so I can spend my bread
And I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I aint talking about it, I'm living it
I'm getting it, straight getting it
Ge-ge-ge-get get get it boy
(Don't waste you time, fighting the life stay your course, and you'll understand)
Get it boy
It's '87 state of mind that I'm in (mind that I'm in)
In my prime, so for that time, I'm Rakim (I'm Rakim)
If it wasn't for the crime that I was in
But I wouldn't be the guy whose rhymes it is that I'm in (that I'm in)
No pain, no profit, P I repeat if you show me where the pot is (pot is)
Cherry M3's with the top back (top back)
Red and green G's all on my hat
North beach leathers, matching Gucci sweater
Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together
Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain
Can't you tell that I came from the dope game
Blame Reagan for making me into a monster
Blame Oliver North and Iran-Contra
I ran contraband that they sponsored
Before this rhyming stuff we was in concert
And I'm getting it I'm getting it
I aint talking about it, I'm living it
I'm getting it, straight getting it
Ge-ge-ge-get get get it boy
(Don't waste you time, fighting the life, stay your course, and you'll understand)
Get it boy
Push (push) money over broads, you got it, fuck Bush
Chef (chef), guess what I cooked
Baked a lot of bread and kept it off the books
Rockstar, look, way before the bars my picture was getting took
Feds, they like wack rappers, tried as they may, couldn't get me on the hook
D.A. wanna indict me
Cause fish scales in my veins like a pisces
The pyrex pot, rolled up my sleeves
Turn one into two like a Siamese
Twin when it end, I'm a stand as a man never dying or admiring these
Last of a dying breed, so let the champagne pop
I partied for a while now I'm back to the block
And I'm getting it I'm getting it
I aint talking about it, I'm living it
I'm getting it, straight getting it
Get get get get get get get it boy
(Don't waste you time, fighting the life, stay your course, and you'll understand)
Get it boy
Über Jay-Z
Jay-Z lebte mit seiner alleinerziehenden Mutter in Brooklyn, New York. Er versuchte schon öfters eine Karriere als Künstler uz beginnen, doch leider meist erfolgslos.
Schliesslich gründete er mit Damon Dash das Label "Roc-A-Fella Records", bei dem er sein Debütalbum "Reasonable Doubt" veröffentlichte, welches Platin erreichte. Sein zweites Album "Vol. 1: In My Lifetime" erreichte auch Platin, und sein drittes, erfolgreichstes Album "Vol. 2: Hard Knock Life" erreichte sogar 5x Platin.
2004 wurde er zum Chef des Labels "Def Jam", welches Roc-A-Fella bereits übernommen hatte.
Jay-Z ist mittlerweile der Topverdiener der Hip Hop Szene. Sein Geld verdient er neben Platten hauptsächlich über seine Kleiderfirma "Roc-A-Wear", der Basketballmanschaft "New Jersey Nets" (er ist Mitbesitzer) und seiner Schuhkollektion "S. Carter" von Reebok. Forbes schätze sein Jahresgehalt auf 36 Millionen US-Dollar.
Jay-Zs Vertrag mit Def Jam lief Ende 2007 aus und wurde nicht verlängert.
http://www.rocafella.com
http://www.jay-z.de
Persönliche Meinung:
Imo ist American Gangster neben 8 Diagrams vom Wu-Tang Clan das beste Rap Album 2007. Besonders Roc Boys gefällt mir, das Lied kann ich mir x mal hintereinander anhören, und ich finds trotzdem noch grandios. Da hat der Businessman wieder mal alles richtig gemacht!
Trotzdem war American Gangster nicht so gut wie andere Alben von ihm (und damit meine ich besonders Hard Knock Life Vol. 2^^), deshalb kriegt das Album von mir "nur" 8/10 Punkte.
Quellen: jay-z.de, ohhla.com, wikipedia.ch
Erste Vorstellung:
American Gangster
Interpret: Shawn Corey Carter aka Jay-Z
Label: Roc-A-Fella Records (Def Jam)
Genre: Eastcoast Hip Hop/Rap
Veröffentlichung:23.11.2007
Laufzeit: 59 Minuten
Tracklist:
1. Intro
2. Pray (feat. Beyoncé)
3. American Dreamin’
4. Hello Brooklyn 2.0 (feat. Lil Wayne)
5. No Hook
6. Roc Boys (And The Winner Is...)
7. Sweet
8. I Know (feat. Pharrell)
9. Party Life
10. Ignorant Shit (feat. Beanie Sigel)
11. Say Hello
12. Success (feat. Nas)
13. Fallin’
14. Blue Magic (feat. Pharrell) (Bonus Track)
15. American Gangster (Bonus Track)
American Gangster ist kein Soundtrack zum gleichnamigen Film! "Jigga" wollte sich eigentlich vom Rap-Business zurückziehen und seine Kohle nur noch durch seine Klamottenfirma und sein Basketballteam (New Jersey Nets) verdienen. Doch als er den Film American Gangster sah, inspirierte ihn der Film so sehr, dass er prompt ein neues Album rausbrachte. Das war schon das zweite Comeback...hoffen wir, dass er nicht so bald wieder aufhören will :D
Lyrics:
Roc Boys (And The Winner Is...):
And the winner is Hov... my man. SPEECH!
First of all I wanna thank my connect
The most important person with all due respect
Thanks to duffle bag, the brown paper bag
The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash
Boys in blue who put greed before the badge
The first pusher whoever made the stash
The Roc Boys in the building tonight (hey!)
Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life (hey!)
Thanks to the lames, niggas with bad aim
Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game
Bullet wounds will stop your bafoonery
Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy
To Lil Kim and them, you know the women friend
Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen
Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers
And most importantly you, the customer
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
[We in the house, hou-, hou-]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
[We in the house, hou-, hou-]
[We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY]
Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score
Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore
Take what the Forbes figure, then figure more
Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw
Pick a time, lets pick apart some stores
Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours
I figure frauds never hit a lick before
So they don't know the feeling when them things get across
Put ya hand out the window, feel the force
Feel the Porsche, hit the frost
Ice cold, jewels got no flaws
Drop got no top, you on the top floor
Pink Rosay, think OJ
I get away with murder when I sling yay
Heroin got less steps than Britney
That means it ain't stepped on, dig me?
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
[We in the house, hou-, hou-]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
[We in the house, hou-, hou-]
[We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY]
Red Porsches, rare portraits
Red guns if you dare come near the fortress
This apple sauce is from the apple orchid
This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses
Which means I get it from the ground
Which means you get it when I'm around
Rich niggas, black bar mitzvahs
Mazel tov, it's a celebration bitches, L'Chayim
I wish for you a hundred years of success but it's my time
Cheers, toast to crime
Number one D-boy, shame he could rhyme
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
[We in the house, hou-, hou-]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
[We in the house, hou-, hou-]
[We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY]
Sweet, let that ride out!
Bring the horns back in, yeah
This is black super hero music right here baby
American Gangsta
Taking flight, coming to a town near you
Soon as I touch down I just want ya'll to start playing the horns like...
Hovies home...Lukey baby
Hahahahaha...ow!
Blue Magic:
Roc-a-fella records
The imperial Skateboard P
Great Hova
Y'all already know what it is (Oh Shit!)
C'mon!
Yeah
So what if you flip a couple words
I could triple that in birds
open your mind you see the circus in the sky
I'm Ringling brothers Barnum and Bailey with the pies
No matter how you slice it I'm your motherfucking guy
Just like a B-Boy with 360 waves
Do the same with the pot, still come back beige.
Whether writers are par, whether powder the jar
Whip it around, it still comes back hard.
So easily do I w-h-i-p
My repitition with wrists will bring you kilo biggers.
I got kreole C.O. bitches for my niggas who slipped, became prisoners
Trees taped to the visitors
You already know what the business is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we live this shit
Niggas wanna bring the 80s back
It's okay with me, that's where they made me at
Except I don't write on the wall
I write my name in the history books, hustling in the hall (hustling in the hall)
Nah, I don't spin on my head
I spin work in the pots so I can spend my bread
And I'm getting it, I'm getting it
I aint talking about it, I'm living it
I'm getting it, straight getting it
Ge-ge-ge-get get get it boy
(Don't waste you time, fighting the life stay your course, and you'll understand)
Get it boy
It's '87 state of mind that I'm in (mind that I'm in)
In my prime, so for that time, I'm Rakim (I'm Rakim)
If it wasn't for the crime that I was in
But I wouldn't be the guy whose rhymes it is that I'm in (that I'm in)
No pain, no profit, P I repeat if you show me where the pot is (pot is)
Cherry M3's with the top back (top back)
Red and green G's all on my hat
North beach leathers, matching Gucci sweater
Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together
Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain
Can't you tell that I came from the dope game
Blame Reagan for making me into a monster
Blame Oliver North and Iran-Contra
I ran contraband that they sponsored
Before this rhyming stuff we was in concert
And I'm getting it I'm getting it
I aint talking about it, I'm living it
I'm getting it, straight getting it
Ge-ge-ge-get get get it boy
(Don't waste you time, fighting the life, stay your course, and you'll understand)
Get it boy
Push (push) money over broads, you got it, fuck Bush
Chef (chef), guess what I cooked
Baked a lot of bread and kept it off the books
Rockstar, look, way before the bars my picture was getting took
Feds, they like wack rappers, tried as they may, couldn't get me on the hook
D.A. wanna indict me
Cause fish scales in my veins like a pisces
The pyrex pot, rolled up my sleeves
Turn one into two like a Siamese
Twin when it end, I'm a stand as a man never dying or admiring these
Last of a dying breed, so let the champagne pop
I partied for a while now I'm back to the block
And I'm getting it I'm getting it
I aint talking about it, I'm living it
I'm getting it, straight getting it
Get get get get get get get it boy
(Don't waste you time, fighting the life, stay your course, and you'll understand)
Get it boy
Über Jay-Z
Jay-Z lebte mit seiner alleinerziehenden Mutter in Brooklyn, New York. Er versuchte schon öfters eine Karriere als Künstler uz beginnen, doch leider meist erfolgslos.
Schliesslich gründete er mit Damon Dash das Label "Roc-A-Fella Records", bei dem er sein Debütalbum "Reasonable Doubt" veröffentlichte, welches Platin erreichte. Sein zweites Album "Vol. 1: In My Lifetime" erreichte auch Platin, und sein drittes, erfolgreichstes Album "Vol. 2: Hard Knock Life" erreichte sogar 5x Platin.
2004 wurde er zum Chef des Labels "Def Jam", welches Roc-A-Fella bereits übernommen hatte.
Jay-Z ist mittlerweile der Topverdiener der Hip Hop Szene. Sein Geld verdient er neben Platten hauptsächlich über seine Kleiderfirma "Roc-A-Wear", der Basketballmanschaft "New Jersey Nets" (er ist Mitbesitzer) und seiner Schuhkollektion "S. Carter" von Reebok. Forbes schätze sein Jahresgehalt auf 36 Millionen US-Dollar.
Jay-Zs Vertrag mit Def Jam lief Ende 2007 aus und wurde nicht verlängert.
http://www.rocafella.com
http://www.jay-z.de
Persönliche Meinung:
Imo ist American Gangster neben 8 Diagrams vom Wu-Tang Clan das beste Rap Album 2007. Besonders Roc Boys gefällt mir, das Lied kann ich mir x mal hintereinander anhören, und ich finds trotzdem noch grandios. Da hat der Businessman wieder mal alles richtig gemacht!
Trotzdem war American Gangster nicht so gut wie andere Alben von ihm (und damit meine ich besonders Hard Knock Life Vol. 2^^), deshalb kriegt das Album von mir "nur" 8/10 Punkte.
Quellen: jay-z.de, ohhla.com, wikipedia.ch