"Die In Your Sleep" genre: Hip Hop
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	MP3.com CD: Listeners - buy it! CD: Nick Nack's Reconstruction compilation (and Listeners 12inch)   Label: Crowd Control Records Credits: Nick Malkiewicz and Bavu Blakes
	Story Behind the Song The last verse ("I hate when people the rhymes I wrote.") begins with four bars straight from the days of the original Reelaktz crew, four-deep, all emcees. Whuddup (!). After doing "Listeners", I told Nick it was time for a song with the "world domination" style, as Up^South producer Echelon and I call it. A written representation of the badass battle-ready rapper who won't take no for an answer regarding his work and ability. Nick came with an appropriate track, and I just tore into it that night: "I'm not the type of cat to just freeze up rhyming" The second verse ("Announcing, never mispronouncingBavu Blakes, Wordsmith") is my fave on the record. I can hear that near-frantic energy rushing through me. These words have the most direct connection to my current state of mind. "Die In Your Sleep", on behalf of the whole record, y'all, is to anyone denying our odds at success, for any reason. Serious business. Lyrics I'm not the type of cat to just freeze up rhymin' In any situation, scenario, locale or whatever If I did lose my grip, my clutch, my timin' on a written I'd flip to freestyle and keep it together Cohesive as black skin transitioning from legs to an ass It all just fits Got clever wits, intelligence, panache, plenty rhythm So forget what next man submits It's irrelevant at this moment No pity for my opponent If I was another mc, I'd be content just listenin' to me Until my lab work's done Or I got a presentation that'll impress everyone Be competent before you're competitive Or particularly confident or I'ma make your feelings ache Just be a fan or dap me like I'm your man As I feather your fancy though I'm like far from lightweight My state of mind is tight, great, solid and all Mouth lined with fat ish without collagen y'all My state of residence? TX, but don't be apalled Not all southsiders are about followin', y'all I'm the biggest trendsetter since D.O. or Ron C. Another Texan emcee with my talent's beyond me Talent alone won't make you blow as we all know But I will make a way and you'll listen once you know In some cases you know as soon as you listen So you can be with me from the beginning Or follow, it's your decision A message for all and it ain't that deep You can acknowledge what you're witnessing Or die in your sleep (chorus) you 'bout to die in your sleep engulfed in scripted flames my spin on the truth of mc'in like king james give or take the background jesse owens ran 10.2 but fast is 10-flat now things change I'ma redraw what you know so far Down south's 'bout to be up south There you are Announcin', never mispronouncin' (bavu) Spit from a fountainhead Insurmountable visions spread Bled into rhyme books Written at a literary speed you could read if you had to Inner eye to pad to audio equipment's equivalent Scribble it down, distribute it and benefit If you put some work into it Do shows from big-time to intimate Float on penmanship And then hear what I wrote get spins Websites get hit and scoop writes good ish It's either a win or a wish, which one Let's leave an impression, just stick to your guns Self-defense weapons givin' fake ones the runs Belittled dolittles oughta just twiddle they thumbs Or suck 'em, or somethin' Activity that plentifully does the trick If you bring four guys, four skins circumsized That remedy only your ears have to sip Practical, no joke, no hoax, no disguise All aboard black enterprise, let's set sail Salute those who came before me But it's time for me I'll be damn if any of my new ish is half-corny Which foretells retail sales with details it entails Impales 'em to skewered entrails, plenty's at stake Sincerely, Bavu Blakes, wordsmith (chorus) I hate when people sleep on me Do I look like a sealy posturepedic? Did you see me with a glass pipe Gettin' much worse than weeded? Well otherwise why you lookin' at me like I'm on that dope? I am and it's the rhymes I wrote So pass me your papers if you can't be blunt Or you front, preoccupied with what the whole world wants You can't please everbody I know your mama said it at least once But you igged her, now nobody digs ya Style-shoppin' ain't synonymous with diverse And that's all the airtime ya getting in my verse I'm nice beyond denial therefore commercially viable Thus a new definition of hardcore For the masses to catch on to In just a few, your obits will be through If you slept on voo This is a message to all and it ain't that deep You can acknowledge what you're witnessing or die in your sleep (chorus)

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