“It’s Reality.” Trailer
“It’s Reality.” Trailer 2007(feat. 차정렬, 신정혁, 이근우, 김지현, 지승욱 및 신종민)
July 27, 2008
July 26, 2008
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사실 예전같은 열정과 시간이 받쳐주지 못하는 상황에서 새로운 작품의 출시를 생각한다는 것은 참으로 안타깝고 답답한 일일 뿐이다. 그래서 언제부터인가 마음을 비우고 즐기면서 촬영한다는 생각을 가지기 시작했다. 사실 예전에는 열정과 끈기와 패기 뭐 이런 것들이 촬영에 임하는 자세였다고 한다면 요새는 시간이 나는 그 자체가 즐겁고 멋쟁이 skater들과 함께 촬영한다는 그 사실 자체가 즐겁기 때문에 특별히 촬영의 성공 유무는 별 관심이 없어졌다. 앞으로 모든 촬영이 그렇겠지만 매 순간순간 열심히 시도하고 촬영하는 모습을 담을 것이지 뭐 성공한 기술만 들어가고 그렇지 못한 기술들은 편집용 노트북 HDD에 들어가보지도 못하고 사장되는 일은 절대로 없을 것이다.
?또한 한국 스케잇보드씬에서 매우 중요한 역할을 차지하고 있었던 형주가 준비하고 있었던 프로젝트를 반드시 함께 완료시켜서 올초에 시사회가 가능하도록 전폭적으로 지원해 줄 생각이다. 둘 중에 누가 편집을 하든 여유가 있는 사람이 돈을 대든 그것은 상관 없고 다만 멋진 풋티지들이 역사 속으로 묻혀가는 불상사는 일어나면 안되겠다는 생각 때문에 반드시 올해가 그 한계점이 될 것이다. 몇 주 후에 형주를 만나서 모든 이야기들이 다 잘 풀렸으면 하는 개인적인 바램이 있다. 남부지방 최고의 스케잇터들이 나오는 그런 최고의 파트들이 빛을보지 못하고 잊혀져가는 일은 절대 두고 볼 수 없는 일이다.
?마지막으로 작품 속에 반드시 나레이션을 포함시켜 최고의 장면들에서는 그것이 어떤 의미를 지니고 있었는지, 왜 설명을 할 수 밖에 없는 상황인지를 반드시 말로 설명하여 넣어주고 싶다. 물론 쉴새 없이 쏟아지는 멋진 풋티지들-물론 랜딩은 성공 했겠고-도 좋지만 결국 최고의 장면은 그것을 시도하여 뭔가를 보여주려는 노력에서 시작되는 것이지 성공했다고 넣어주고 실패하였다고 빼버리는 그런 매정한 짓을 하지는 않을 것이다. 각 인물별로 기억에 남는 부분들은 반드시 나레이션과 영상이 어우러지는 그런 미니파트를 만들어 출시할 것이다.
?첨언하건데 한 가지 바램이 있다면 엄청나게 바쁜 나날들을 보내고 있을 이환군을 자켓디자인이라도 다시 참여시켜서 같이 작업을 한다면 최고의 프로젝트 결과물이 나올 수 있지 않을까 생각된다. 물론 영상 자체가 최고의 퀄러티가 나와줘야 한다는 것만은 사실이나 자켓 디자인만큼은 요녀석을 빼놓고 작업을 한다는 것 자체가 불가능한 일이었기에 어렵지만 다시 한 번 시도해 보고 싶다. 2007년의 계획이 모두 잘 되기 위해 계획했던 세부사항들을 빠르게 추진해 나가야 겠다.
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Originally Posted on 2007/01/06 14:48
The Game ‘Compton’ (from Doctor’s Advocate)
{“Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie! Gangsta boogie..”}
Nigga nigga nigga I’m from
[Chorus]
(Compton, Compton, Compton)
It’s the home of America’s gangsta rap
The place of danger where
The {“Gangsta boogie”}, the {“gangsta boogie!”}
The {“Gangsta boogie”}, the {“gangsta boogie!”}
Where the cops is crooked, and them bitches is killin
And them niggaz hold it down like black guerillas, where
The {“Gangsta boogie”}, the {“gangsta boogie!”}
The {“Gangsta boogie”} – nigga nigga nigga I’m from (Compton)
[The Game]
Yeah, The Game on fire, check the gold wires
Hip-Hop on lock like some muh’fuckin pliers
Me and Will.I.Am yeah we take niggaz higher
Niggaz talkin shit get your fuckin mouth wired
Walkin through Compton, Eazy still alive
Raider hat to the back throw your dubs in the sky
My flowetry wicked, sit back while I kick it
And do it like Dre did it, N.W.A. did it
I cook crack like the first nigga that ever bought a brick
from a ese, nigga I could write an essay
About all the gangsta niggaz that I seen lowridin
In they Che-vys with a bitch ridin shotgun reppin L.A.
Crips, Bloods, homes goin loco
My glock to me, is like Ice Cube and Yo-Yo
Sittin in a low-low, on chrome spinners
Nobody drop nuttin this winter, nigga I’m from
[Chorus]
[The Game]
Nigga I smoke chronic, ain’t shit changed
since Young MC and Eazy-E was rappin, “We All in the Same Gang”
Some niggaz chain hang, other niggaz gangbang
I do both cause I’m the king of the motherfuckin West coast
Kick the door open, Will let’s go
Flow like Esco’, New York niggaz say I’m the best yo
Hard like Timbos, blowin on indo
Niggaz try to play me get stretched out like a limo
I was shoppin crack when Dre was bangin my demo
And all you old niggaz is washed up like N.O.
Don’t take it the wrong way, I got love for my kinfolk
Can I get a moment of silence Will bang the instrumental
.. I spit for my niggaz in the line-up
that’ll never see the sun again, so I close my blinds up
First album sold ‘em out, Impalas rolled ‘em out
Cause the whole motherfuckin world wanna know about
[Chorus] – 2X
[The Game]
Welcome to the city of G’s
Where we eat fried chicken, rice, and black-eyed peas
Fans got us in-the-scope/Interscope, like Jimmy Iovine
Cause we +Ruthless+, like Will before the +Black Eyed Peas+
Fuck all rappers, look at all the hate I see
I’m sick, you can’t get rid of me, I’m HIV
Nigga get another job, hip-hop is not hirin
I’m the reason Dre feel comfortable retirin
I just might put out “Detox” myself
Smoke so much, I check in detox myself
One man army, took out Reeboks myself
Fortyfive in my khakis gotta watch my health
I’m so hard nigga, glock 17 quick draw nigga
Like the old me, 17, sippin malt liquor
All black khaki suit, all black Converse
Nigga I’ma keep on stompin comin +Straight Outta+
[Chorus] – 2X
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Originally Posted on 2008/04/18
Rakim ‘Guess Who’s Back’ (from The 18th Letter)
“Once again back is the incredible” –> Chuck D
Yeah, yeah
It’s the return of the Wild Style fashionist
Smashin hits, make it hard to adapt to this
Put pizazz and jazz in this, and cash in this
Mastered this, flash this and make ‘em clap to this
DJ’s throw on cuts and obey the crowd
Just pump the volume up, and play it loud
Hip-Hop’s embedded, before I said I wouldn’t let it
But me and the microphone is still magnetic
Straight off the top, I knew I’d be forced to rock
Dancefloors just stop, the spot’s scorchin’ hot
Hoping I open Rakim Allah seminars
Massage at the bar smokin ten dollar cigars
while I admire midas, with more vision than TV’s
I find it easy catchin diabetes from fly sweeties
Sit back and wait to hear a slammin; track
Rockin’ jams by popular demand, I’m back
*chorus*
I control the crowd, you know I hold it down
When it drop you know it’s jiggy when you hear the sound
From town to town, until it’s world reknowned
And I rock New York City all year around
Check it out
It’s on so you can swerve when it’s heard in clubs
Thought patterns displayed on Persian rugs
Equations are drawn up in paisley form
Mic it stay warm, my flow is Evian
Deep as a Nautilus, you stay dipped in Ra style
from the shores of Long Island to Panama Canal
Intellect pitches new trends like a clothes designer
I’m in effect, quicker than medicines in China
Split the mic open fill it with somethin potent to go in
and take a toke then, mental planes start floatin’
Hot science is smokin’ altitudes cause chokin’
Product is hypnotic you’re soakin’ and still smokin’
Showin’ better scenes than grams of amphetamines
Plans to scheme, means I’ll forever fiend
Long as the mic is loud and the volume is pumpin
I’ma move crowds to 2000
*chorus*
Yo, my rhymes and lyrics, find spirits like a seance
Since fat Cray-ons, I write and display chaos
My plan is damage, the diagram to where the jam
I take advantage, until the crowd go bananas
What a rush I hear cuts then I lust to touch
Microphones get clutched by the illustrious
Word spread I inherited, many ways to say the unsaid
Born with three 7′s in my head
In time no one can seem to blow your mind as far as this
To find you’ll need philosophers and anthropologists
Astrologists, professors from your smartest colleges
with knowledge of scholarships, when Ra be droppin’ this
Some of the things that I know, will be in your next Bible
When I die go bury me and my notebook in Cairo
with the great God from Egypt manifest was write rhymes
align with the stars, I come back to bless the mic
*chorus* 2X
“Once again, back is the incredible” –> Chuck D
Word up, Rakim Allah the Microphone Fiend is back, yaknahmean?
“Rakim Allah” –> Rakim
Till death do us part
“Once again, back is the incredible” –> Chuck D
It’s on
“Rakim Allah” –> Rakim
*CD sample, *Ra sample in sequence to 3:50
“Once again back is the incredible
The incredible, the incredible
The incredible…
Once again back is the incredible
Rhyme animal, the incredible…” –> Chuck D
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Originaly Posted on 2008/04/18
