Binary Star

[EN[i]GMA]

is the greatest rap group nobody ever mentions.

How can a group this good be ignored?

Shame they broke up.

[HEIRESS]

Whenever people hear "slang blade" on a mix CD of mine they really enjoy it

[EN[i]GMA]

Whenever people hear "slang blade" on a mix CD of mine they really enjoy it

Slang blade is the SHIT!

Slang blade, One Man Army, Conquistadors, Masters of the Universe, all of it.

Fucking brilliant.

[ET]

I still have that file. That and Binary Star. And Feist.

[ScarySquirrel]

Their albums are free to download now that they've broken up. I remember seeing a link for it somewhere once... Go Google it so I don't have to.

Yeah, they're good.

[goofball]

ya they did kick some major ass. too bad

[EN[i]GMA]

Their albums are free to download now that they've broken up. I remember seeing a link for it somewhere once... Go Google it so I don't have to.

Yeah, they're good.

Me and my fried Ares are on that.

Since the album is out of print, dl away!

[EN[i]GMA]

So brilliant:

(Voice sample:)
'Ultimately, martial art means honestly expressing yourself. It
is easy for
me to put on a show, and be cocky so I can show you some really
fancy
movement. But to express oneself honestly, not lying to
oneself, and to
express myself honestly enough; that my friend is very hard to
do.'

(Verse 1)
Like sand through the hourglass
So are the days of our lives
And for that lie, only we thrive
Awakenings, as we make the dead come alive
Rise and walk my son, come into the light
Inside the dark, we illuminate mics
Give knowledge to mediocre, the will to Neanderthal
Filter to the smog, digital to analog
We steady advancing, rhyme enhancing
Simple minds can't keep up with this

(Verse 2)
I'm a put it on the table
I ain't a thug nigga and playa
I ain't playful, I'm jus' a Senim Silla
A man without label, standin' on my own two
Tryin' to stay stable
Speakin' what I know, to only what I'm able
I ain't the kinda guy who carry out for dough
The material cat who walk around for show
I'm jus' everyday, merry-way Joe-on-the-go
While other's go wit' the flow
I ain't never been the one to follow trend
I do my own bit, can't keep up with the Joneses
I'm on my own shit, I don't care what you drink
What you stress, how you dress, or where you got the link
I ain't impressed
These lames walk around like mice in the maze
Tryin' to get up on cheese, its just a rap race
One escapes time seems to make
Man worships things over the supreme thing
A stop for lots, should I join the hypocrites
Or side with the suckers, by choice
It makes no difference, that you're a product of environment
Is just coincidence, the world's a violent place baby
There ain't no more innocence, or civil men of penitence
Just ignorance, casting the right from wrong
They mimic shit they see on TV or hear in a song
What they tell you they on, a sucker act up every minute
The righteous live on, but them niggas is invented

(Verse 3)
Yo, I ain't hardcore, I don't pack a nine millimeter
Most a y'all gangsta rappers ain't hardcore neither
Whoever get mad, then I'm talkin' 'bout you
Claim you fear no man, but never walk wit' out crew
Where I'm from, your reputation don't mean jack
So what, you pack gats and you sell feens crack
You ain't big time, my man
You ain't no different from the next cat in my neighborhood who
did time
Rhyme after rhymes it's the same topic
What make you think you hardcore 'cause you was raised in the
projects
Broke-ass finally got a hundred in your pocket
Now you on the mic, spittin' money's no object
What you say is bullcrap, if you wasn't wit' your crew
Or wasn't drunk off the brew, would you still pull gats?

You need to stop fronting or you headed for self-destruction
Yeah, today's topic, is self-destruction
I ain't talkin' 'bout the KRS-One discussion
I'm talkin' 'bout the one-too-many ignorant suckers
Lyin' on the mic to my sisters and brothers
Every time you listen to the radio
All you hear is nonsense, they never play the bomb shit
Everything that glitters ain't gold
And every gold record don't glitter, that's for damn sure

(Scratching Voices:)
'Y'all need to be cool as shit'
'Tryin' to teach you from the heart'
'Y'all rambling on, and ain't sayin' nothing'
'I'm busy in the mind'
'I'm a go invent, I think I'll elevate my mental'

(Interlude)
Yo, see cats got confused somewhere man (confused)
About what hip-hop was, you know what I'm sayin'
Or what hip-hop is, (it's business yo) you know it
It's all business
(its big money, know what I'm sayin' that's all these cats
about)
You know that's bullshit, right? That's nigga talk, nigga talk
But if you want to make money yo, I got it broke down though
I got it broke down, (break it down yo)
You got hip-hop, then you got hip-pop
Hip-pop? (hip-pop)
Alright, (but a lot of cats want pop)
Yes, (know what I'm sayin')
It used to be real hip
You got the top forty version of hip-hop
I still got something else, something else that I wanna get off
my chest
What? (know what I'm sayin'?)

(Verse 4)
How many cats you know
Speak the ill-legit rhyme after rhyme diligent
Eighty-five percent represent ignorant
Either you innocent or guilty
Some of my favorite emcees fell off
It damn near killed me
Lookin' at the kids that was true hip-pop
Nowadays them cats don't even do hip-hop
Rap got 'em brainwashed, with cats that don't last
And five minutes of fame, that's when it's a shame
Seein' real emcees tryin' to imitate rappers
If you ask me, they goin' out ass-backwards
Trading in respect to push a fat Lex'
Puff rhymin' on the remix, what's next?
It hurts so bad, I wanna smack 'em
My favorite crew members break up
Turn around and join whack ones
This is dedicated to you hip-hop hypocrites
Droppin' whack songs, like you don't give a shit
I ain't got nothin' against nobody trying to make a decent
living
It ain't the money that's the issue
Only if that's the reason why these cats ain't makin' decent
music
That's when I got beef wit' you
And I'm a bring it to you like never
Go ahead, call me player-hater if it make you feel better
Try to jump my crew if you cats feel foggy
You need to wake up, and smell the damn coffee
Know what I'm sayin', these whack emcees..

[SoundScientist]

Has anyone ever noticed that on Mix Master Mike's Spin Psycle CD he plays Slang Blade but on the CD case it's credited as Solar Powered....both are Binary Star songs, but he clealry calls it Solar Powered and...uhh it's not..whats up with that? Am I wrong?

[EN[i]GMA]

I actually noticed the same thing.

But wow, this thread is old.