kidgloves ep artist: kidgloves
catalogue number:Hippocamp HC122 tracks:9
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01
BEHOLD! the intro
02
mt saint kidgloves
03
the realness
04
sandwhich sonata
05
a message from above
06
BMX
07
KG luvahman
08
the point of yo return
09
yeah ya know it
info:
Kidgloves comin' from the top of the mountain!
Representin' Jersey like a holy water fountain!
contact: kidgloves
label: http://hippocamp.net
comment:
With tongue planted firmly in cheek comes Kid Gloves with his
self-titled debut ep for Hippocamp. Featuring backing tracks that are
gnashing at the coat tails of white-trash hip-hop-cum-rawk devil Kid
Rock and a venomous chip-monks-esque approach to MCing, the Kid makes a
fantastic disgrace of himself over nine tracks.
Kid Gloves is clearly a very bad boy, and an enlightening and
appropriate addition to Hippocamp's portfolio of electronic perfection.
- Olly at Defunktion.net
comment:
This is why I like the `camp: You never know what comes next! For the
same reason you might love kidgloves. If you think Wevie Stonder was
weird, if you think know the meaning of crossover, if you think you
already "WALKed THIS WAY" then get your kicks by one who knows it
better.
Welcome at hiphoppocamp! This is even older school. This is Grandmaster
HTML you could say.
Ah! And I began practising breakdance again tonite! Feels like 1984. If
you don't download this, your soul is lost!! This I can say... - Mike
Sun at Sunfam
lyrics:
1.) BEHOLD! (The Intro)
Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope that you are sitting down
Or perhaps you should be standing up
But either way, the time has come to bring you New Jersey's finest
export..
Rumor has it that on the 7th day, God did not actually rest
But he decided that one man needed to come to the microphone
and bring the people the old-school style they were so desparately in
need of
Ladies and gentlemenm please please please please please
put you hands together for the one, the only, KIDGLOVES!
I can alter minds like a psychic chameleon
like a lionel richie singalong - dancin' on the ceiling
And everybody knows I'm comin; from the garden state
but don't stop and smell the roses cause I'll slap ya' in the face
2.) Mount Saint Kidgloves
Kidgloves comin' from the top of the mountain
Representin' Jersey like a holy water fountain
No shoes on my feet but i got enough soul
Evaporatin sweet beats, nuts, and club roll
Keep my senses on my side cause i'm rockin blindfold
Doin everything else but what i was told
To hell with be a good boy
To hell with milk a good shake
I'm rockin' tutu's
I'm givin you a fruitcake
Like it was christmas and I'm givin you a fruitcake!
You dont wanna get a fruitcake from me on christmas!!
How cliche!!
3.) The Realness
I'm on the case like my name was Perry Mason
Bringing you the Realness, rattlin' the bass bins
I got NUFF RYHMES to get you through your road trip
A fuel injected lyricist swinging on the low tip
My flow is never what you'd expect
beats from outerspace comin more than correct
its essential for people to understand the placement
pizza boxes pilin up around my momma's basement
the Jersey Idol to every boy and girl
pickin' up a microphone and rockin' round the world
I got a deep dish miracle, I hammered out the fine print
you're thinking rocky road, but I'm rockin you with chocolate mint!
I'm on the case like my name was Perry Mason
Bringing you the Realness, rattlin' the bass bins
I got NUFF RYHMES to get you through your road trip
A fuel injected lyricist swinging on the low tip
I step inside the classroom, feel the beat go tick-boom
givin you a lesson on the ethics of a full moon
rackin' up the high score, you can never top me
your microphone to mouth coordination's looking sloppy
You are only an amatuer at rhymin
fallin over words and screwin up the timing
I represent the east coast, do it for the children
a superhero MC jumpin over buildings
I'm on the case like my name was Perry Mason
Bringing you the Realness, rattlin' the bass bins
I got NUFF RYHMES to get you through your road trip
A fuel injected lyricist swinging on the low tip
I'm on the case like my name was Perry Mason
rattlin' the bass bins
4.) Sandwhich Sonata
The quiet reading, needing to measure up the past
put it all together in a velvateen flask
hooray hooray you just got icing on your forehead
seize the day thats what the photograph will still say
I've got a picture in my head of an old friend
chillin at his crib watching Jesus on a moped
where does the time go when we're always watching
our watches for the time the numbers on the clock
I put two and two together and I make a little sandwhich
A borrowed Christmas card and a neverending sose itch
I know the score and I'm running up a tab
Just walking sideways tryin to hail a cab
5.) A Message From Above
(instrumental)
6.) BMX
I woke up in the middle of the night
Sweatin in my bed and my face was white
I had a dream Hip-Hop was dying
the people were hopeless, screaming and crying
So I jumped up and grabbed my mic
Ran outta' the house and hopped on my bike
A lot of fake MC's tried to get in my way
But I knew it was my destiny to save the day
Undefeated on the mic
I don't have a car but I don't hitchhike
BMX is how I ride
I like my chicken roasted I don't like it fried
Comin hard, like a cruton
Words into rhymes like a verbal Voltron
I told ya once, I told ya twice,
Everybody knows that I always sound nice
So now the plan is set in motion
With beats as big as the Atlantic Ocean
Poppin wheelies to save Hip-Hop
Lettin all the biters know that they gotta STOP!
I'm giving lessons form the old school
Check the style cause you know it's real cool
I give the people what they desire
I'm like magic milk that'll never expire
Undefeated on the mic
I don't have a car but I don't hitchhike
BMX is how I ride
I like my chicken roasted I don't like it fried
Comin hard, like a cruton
Words into rhymes like a verbal Voltron
I told ya once, I told ya twice,
Everybody knows that I always sound nice
7.) KG Luvahman
Feel the love it's Kidgloves
He's got you covered like and area rug
He's got a voice as smooth as velvet
He's not a playa and he's not a thug
Everytime I see you smile baby, it makes me smile
And then we're smilin together
Why don't you take me home, so I can meet your mom
We can have a cup of coffee and talk about the weather
Feel the love it's Kidgloves
He's got you covered like and area rug
He's got a voice as smooth as velvet
He's not a playa and he's not a thug
Its A crazy crazy world, but I can promise you this girl
I will be your luvahman till the end of time
Cause I'm so sweet on the mic, and I know what you like
So c'mon baby why don't you tell me how you feel
Feel the love it's Kidgloves
He's got you covered like and area rug
He's got a voice as smooth as velvet
He's not a playa and he's not a thug
8.) The Point of Yo' Return
I'm still waitin for the point of yo return
You been away a long time what have you learned?
You know I rock it old school, bring the Jersey fire
Cause I reign supreme, and you should just retire
So you say you wanna battle well come correct
Cause I got the formula to break your neck
It takes one part me and zero parts you
Intoxicating smells like a pot of beef stew
See the recipe for you and me is one for disaster
Cause you think fast but baby I think faster
With a chicken scratch beat-box salt parade
I'm waxin down your street like a tub of pomade
I'm still waitin for the point of yo return
you been away a long time what have you learned?
you know I rock it old school, bring the Jersey fire
Cause I reign supreme, and you should just retire
9.) Yeah Ya Know It
Yeah ya know its on!