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The Budos (Blake Style)

by John Blake

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What happens when an emcee meets a 10-piece instrumental afrobeat funk band. The Budos (Blake Style) is a collection of remixed/rearranged selections from The Budos Band EP, released by The Budos Band on Daptone Records in 2009. Produced, recorded and mixed by Chris Renné at Chris Renné's house.

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released August 24, 2010

Original Tracks: The Budos Band, Daptone Records. Remixed by: Chris Renné. Vocals and lyrics: John Blake.

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Track Name: That Nu
That's good, uh, yeaa, uh, oh wait, Alo'
 
Kudos to the Budos, I won't let you down
The first of my kind, so naturally I wear the crown
Uh, excuse me, I'm so rude
First encounter, so much with the attitude
John Blake, yes, nice to meet ya
No alias when I'm pumping through ya speakers
Garner up skills, for real
Slicker than a can of oil, or that BP spill
Chill, y'all know this is hot
I break it down, wrap it up, and put in on the block
Hurbs need to wrap it up, and put in a box
Shelf, cop the rolling ladder, put it at the top
Heh, come on son you killin 'em
Adrenaline rushing, when the horns start buss'n
Have 'em leanin like they on that tussin
Bang out, hang out, come on cousin.
 
Came on down to find that Nu.
New to the gut what, I want that stuff
My soul been on that, so please give it up
Turn it louder, I need that rush
 
Came on down to find that Nu.
New to the gut what, I want that stuff
My soul been on that, so please give it up
Turn it louder, I need that rush
 
Came on down to find, that Nu, that Nu
 
Ladies and Gentleman, please give it up
I'm being polite, but don't take it lightly
Might be, your worst nightmare or your greatest fantasy
Si, Cerveza, por favor
Me Gusta uno cincuenteno un poquito a little more (hehe)
Bilingual, my lingo, might unite Negro's and some gringo's
Maybe everything in between yo
Maestro, my flow, is so unpredictable
Y'all love it big, like polygamists
I do it BIG, rest in peace Chris
Say what I feel, and mean what I say (huh)
My motive provoked by drum and the bass (huh)
Live for tomorrow, get ready today
Witness the merge, Budos and Blake.
 
Came on down to find that Nu.
New to the gut what, I want that stuff
My soul been on that, so please give it up
Turn it louder, I need that rush

Came on down to find that Nu.
New to the gut what, I want that stuff
My soul been on that, so please give it up
Turn it louder, I need that rush
 
Came on down to find, that Nu, that Nu
Track Name: Tarzan
Yea, yea, hehehe
 
I do it for ya'll, I do it to death
What I do in this life, will carry on to the next
One, on to the next text book
Look at the pics of the man in that booth
Uncouth the characteristics is legit
Scrolls and parables, link him to a myth
Half man, half amazing, half poet, half blazing
Motivating, in moving your spirits
You can't understand me
Me call it what you want, living the legacy
By any means, I mean to be mean on beats
And find the meaning of me, naw'mean?
Every Cipha, every mic I rock ya
More like rock'em sock'em, bop'em
Drop'em no bungee and bounce ya
Pounce ya, El Tigre, I trounce ya!
 
More or Less you are impressed
The rhymes precise, and the beats so fresh
Beat ya chest like King Kong, Don't worry wont do no harm
You so crazy, I will follow
Right to the jungle and I'll holla
Beat my chest like King Kong, make me get my Tarzan on
 
(hehhehehe, im so crazy)
 
Got the animalistic, carnivorous mouth watering jaw dropping deliverance
Start gnawing on the bones of past victims
Thought they were tough but they tender in the middle
Yea, What 'chu doing, how you living?
Do you make the most of your moments or stay bitchin?
Stay tripping, please I feed off it
Some Sonny Bono's yea ski off it
Took losses, often, causes are my own
I'm often on my own, off in a zone
Not sure where is home, but I rome, no Pope
It's my own marathon
Journey carries on, no light switch
I'm always on, no high pitch
Yep straight baritone
Mic is my throne, yea off the hook don't need no phone

More or Less you are impressed
The rhymes precise, and the beats so fresh
Beat ya chest like King Kong, Don't worry wont do no harm
You so crazy, I will follow
Right to the jungle and I'll holla
Beat my chest like King Kong, make me get my Tarzan on
 
Say what, beat that chest, beat that chest, beat that chest, come on, beat that chest
 
Come on, and get down, Come on and get down, Go get your King Kong, Go get your King Kong
 
More or Less you are impressed
The rhymes precise, and the beats so fresh
Beat ya chest like King Kong, Don't worry wont do no harm
You so crazy, I will follow
Right to the jungle and I'll holla
Beat my chest like King Kong, make me get my Tarzan on
Track Name: No Body's Bulletproof
Yea man this sounds like black super hero music
Like I'm the new version of aqua man, but i cant swim
 
Sly fly guy, who gwan lie
Me speak the truth throughout the third eye
Temper flare, fire cracks in da air
Me like shotta's, bust wit no fear
Test me rude boi, talk to da preacher
You pine box, wired but no speaker
Press ya luck, get chucked out da wagon
Mi bang out like Buju Banton, raaaaa
 
The rasta spoke on it, confrontation with an ill opponent
Young one, make moves real quick
Flip bad goods, made'em great gifts
Talk real well, failed arithmetic
Same non-sense, never makes cents
Sensing the outcome, word got round son
Only option
 
What it is, what it was, what it do? Four One One
Better get the moving (say what) No one's bulletproof
 
What it is, what it was, what it do? Four One One
Better get the moving (say what) No one's bulletproof
 
Sweat from the young boy, went down his brow
Cool demeanor, paranoid now
Rules he wanted to break, take from the pot that was made
Skewed on the barbie
Even an OutKast would be great, need three Thou without the Andre
BOI, stop should of thought that, before the fast track, where the back lays flat
 
Man the plan is gone, my fam disowned
Skimmed off the top, and my scalp is blown
Bounty in the county, can't count on nobody
And me bout the get buh buh bodied
Marked like Marley, for death, but one thing the OG told me, mind where ya step
Step on some toes, go with some gusto
You know, I know
 
No-body's bulletproof, no-body's bulletproof, bang bang, bang bang
No-body's bulletproof, no-body's bulletproof, bang bang, bang bang
What it is, what it was, what it do? Four One One
Better get the moving (say what) No one's bulletproof
 
What it is, what it was, what it do? Four One One
Better get the moving (say what) No one's bulletproof
Track Name: So Fine
When walking down, when walking down that long long road
I found something I lost before
The ground, is not solid no more, no more, no more, no more
 
And so the rain, it comes and it goes
Each drop, is the tears from your soul
Wished it stopped, but it pours and it pours, and it pours, and it pours, and it pours
 
We walk a line, so fine (yea, uh)
One step, another
Don't fall, (naw baby)
 
Do what you can, or do what you will
Will what you want, want what ya feel
Feel what you want, and always will
Wants turn bad even if if its good will
Hunting, its not your fault
Never was, but mine cause my wants went off
I'm off, but I'm always here, maybe the next time, dear dear dear
 
When walking down, when walking down that long long road
I found something I lost before
The ground, is not solid no more, no more, no more, no more (uh)
 
We walk a line, so fine (yeaa, uh)
One step, another
Don't fall, (naw baby)
 
A line, So fine, A line, So Fine
Track Name: Fire
Yea, I came wit it, train in it
Discourage lames, who claim, they spit flames to it
Remain, the man, know what I'm saying? (know what I'm saying son)
 
What I do, is incredible, in mono, or in stereo
What's the scenario, go for girls that look edible
No cannibal takeover like Hannibal
Cannon ball, ka-boom, blackout the room
Make speakers go pop, like balloons
Only "Pop" I like is with milk, dude
Y'all milk duds, emphasis on the dud
While y'all drinking, bud
I am wiser,
Than three wisemen, damn
Apocalyptic, four horse-man
Getcha game up, for the games up
Time out, naw I'm over time, which means I'm on my grind
Over-shine, beginning of time
The Big Bang, no theory, I slang silly
Not rocks, drop flows, like stocks, in the big city (heheheh, thats dope)
 
Man I'm a do it, we on fire, let's get to it
This is why, we do music
We on fire, get burn to it (yeeeaaa)

Fuel Inner Release Energy, FIRE
High In Gear Heading, HIGH
FIRE HIGH, don't aim low
I'm bout that sky, not six years old
Grounded is not an option
Rather get beat, by just being me, caution
Throw that like a pitch from Mariano
I'm a closer, yea girl, closer
You ready for a flame thrower, wit veins so cold, I just came out the Polar
Caps, get locked, get bent, get shocked, get back
Wall bound, I'm a GIANT
Shop for deals, I stopped and deal-ed
Who needs insurance, I like being ill
If I die from natural causes
It's cause it cost-ed, nothing to be real (yea)
 
Man I'm a do it, we on fire, let's get to it
This is why, we do music
We on fire, get burn to it (yeeeaaa)

Man I'm a do it, we on fire, let's get to it
This is why, we do music
We on fire, get burn to it (yeeeaaa)