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Nashville

by Stone Deep

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1.
Face the face of death. Yeah that’s a thought It’s something in the back of your mind you fought Why you have to go? Why ask why? If you die, you just die, you just die Will it be my brother man yeah, I wonder Will then skies be dark and will there be thunder It could be a gun, or a knife, or a cardiac It could be your best friend that stabs you in them back It could be Clinton or Saddam with another war Its kind a fucked up, but you can’t ignore You could even die at the hands of a maniac Imma face it proud, Imma face it black chorus Face the face of death. Are you ready to? Face the face of death. Death’s in your face Face the face of death. R.I.P. Cause I’m the face of death Don’t trip, cause Imma flip the coin From heads to tails and let the knowledge be born First album we said that crime don’t pay But even in the merry, merry month of May My homies get their caps peeled everyday Fallen victim to a drive by around the way Sometimes I pack a pistol and sometimes I pack a fist full Run, run, you can hear the bullets whistle Not for long cause my aim is true You try to jack me? Well I jack you The shoes on the other foot, your life’s kaput You’re not a gangsta. You’re reading too many books chorus You kill my mother, you kill my brother Each day you live, you live to kill another He was cold beggin for his very last breath Let him go! Fuck that, I’m the face of death Many, many faces of death. Take your pick Done by drugs or getting blown to bits Jacked in the back of a South Bronx alley Gaffed by the police in them streets of killer Cali Well, I don’t really know what to say If you test me and press me, it’ll make my day Yo, Yo, you gotta know if you don’t flow slow Oh… death blow. chorus
2.
I need funk to slam dunk off the eardrum The diggidy-dumb-dumb can come and get some Cause the end doesn’t justify the means of the flow Higgidy-ho-ho and a bottle of rum Well don’t play them, its too hard core Huh? Does that mean it’s too hard for top forty? They can’t understand, that I am a man, and I gotta mike in my hand Maybe, they talk too loud Maybe the songs that I sing will make them little kids proud Or disagree, or make noise - ooo A to the E to the I-O-U You must agree its a force to be reckoned with So smoke it like a spliff Cause I can’t comprehend my flow without the N-O, the R-A, the D-I, the O chorus Pump it up Pump the finger to the forty Pump, pump, pump You can’t please everybody N-O, R-A-D-I-O Imma break it down for the show, Yo ho Here we go on a mission, an Imma let you know What’s goin on, or rather what’s goin wrong Now one of these things just don’t belong See I won’t hop to the pop to get paid I stay true to you, so listen when I say That the main thing is not to be mainstream Add reality to a kid’s dream Cause that’s the essence of the underground The rhythm, the rhyme so tight and profoundly stated Sometimes its underrated Known to bemilitant or politically related Now some don’t play my shit They can get the planters, the cashews, the nuts, the whole bit Yo, and here’s the middle finger And if you’re down with The Corps, let me hear you sing it chorus Now we never get played on them radio And if your not already known, you don’t get played on that show Is that how it goes? I tell you the B-U-L-L shit’s got to stop in they name of love I’m not into the smoke, but its a hell of a shot From them gat as I rat upon the ill Top forty, they playing Lets Make a Deal But they gets no sellout, they can get the hell out The Beast will never quit and Hard Corps will never bailout Just to make a quick buck You got me fucked up, Pump it up chorus
3.
I’m runnin for the finish line The problem is, will I make it? Seems like I’m runnin, but I’m running butt naked through (life?) The spears and arrows that pierce my back They see me with no armor so you know they cut no slack Hack, attack, they don’t care if you bleed Society was based on greed The melting pot is not hot, but its a racket A different recipe for each and every tax bracket The lower the income, the less the soup you get Sometimes you get a bone, and lets not forget takin out for a darker skin So tell me how the hell am I supposed to win? Or even hope to cross them finish line But if I don’t play, there’ll be no next time You see me runnin as fast as I can You ask me who I am I am the runnin man chorus We run, run, like animals Feed, feed like cannibals Run like animals, feed like cannibals Who? I’m the running man As I walk my lyrics fall like rain On the floor in despair, like liquid pain But you know I keep drinkin cause its all that I got Some drink and they drown but you know I will not Fall by the wayside, see I got my pride, Turning me from Jeckle into Mr. Hyde I’m animalistic. No, I won’t be a statistic I dwell, I swell in my mind like a mystic When the story is told, the rhyhms unfold Its sure to stick with you like the common cold So check it, I wasn’t smoking dope when I wrote this jam So let me take a battleship to float this I just say what needs to be said as the Lord give us our daily bread We run, run as fast as we can You ask me who I am I am the running man chorus bridge You never catch me You never catch me. No They call me the runnin man, why? Cause I want sit and I won’t lie Still and let them world kill my spirit The power I devour is expended in my lyrics A stitch in time saves nine You put you’re two cents in You see me kicking in a dime Cause I drop a dime in a minute to win it The race is just a chase, from the start to the finish I supply them knowledge where there is demand So as I live, so shall I stand You see me running fast as I can You ask me who I am I am then running man chorus
4.
Like birds of prey Vultures sway Crime don’t pay Have a nice day It’s getting late I can’t concentrate In a constant battle Love against hate I don’t know Sometimes I rhyme slow The river don’t flow The river don’t flow I know all this squawking bring a tear to your eye But if you think life’s a bitch, wait till you die chorus Stop squawking. Bitchin all the time Stop squawking. Bitch, What’s on your mind? Stop squawking. Bitchin all the time Stop squawking. You think life’s a bitch Stop squawking. Wait till you die Like in is out, and out is in When will all this bullshit end? Stop, stop, stop, stop, wait, wait, wait I’m goin crazy, I can’t escape Life is hectic, not respected Moral fiber’s been rejected If all this squawking brings tears to your eyes, If you think life’s a bitch, wait till you die chorus Stop squawking. Bitchin all the time Stop squawking. Bitch, What’s on your mind? Stop squawking. Bitchin all the time Stop squawking. You think life’s a bitch Stop squawking. Wait till you die Always bitchin, steadily bitchin cause we play our music loud You can sicketty-suck my dick and kiss my ass. I rock the crowd I’m the M and the A, the J-U-R, the K-U-Double T I’m the B and the E, the E and the A, the S, the fucking T And if you don’t like what we’re saying, then we really don’t give a fuck If you’re gonna be pessimistic then shut them fuck up Always squawking, always squawkin, you need to be walking on your own two feet and never face defeat chorus Stop squawking. Bitchin all the time Stop squawking. Bitch, What’s on your mind? Stop squawking. Bitchin all the time Stop squawking. You think life’s a bitch Stop squawking. Wait till you die
5.
Whoville 04:18 video
Stop your dissin’ come and listen while a crack you’re on the bean I crack a whip, I do a flip like none you ever seen Now here’s the scoop I got the troop, that’s sure to make you hop I got mad skills plus I kill like Robocop I’m on the top when it comes to getting dizzy, A whirlwind, a tailspin that’s sure to make you dizzy So, come and take a closer look, you see me breakin it down from a nurse book I know you heard about the Grinch that stole Christmas, right? He creeped into town like a thief in the night But this Grinch was not the same guy He’s just a little bit different, I’m about to tell you why The Grinch was a synch to be the coolest on the block Carried a Glock, and what’s next could be a shock He sat about the corner with a 40 on his shelf He sat about the corner with a 40 on his shelf He sat about the corner with a 40 on his shelf Didn’t care about others, only self “Let me holler at your dollar I’m a scholar for your pain” he said He continued until my homie’s brain was dead Ebenezer goes by many names, but the end result is the same Ebenezer goes by many names, but the liquor store is the same game chorus Who sold them booze to the Whos in Whoville Who sold them booze to the Whos in Whoville Who sold them booze to the Whos in Whoville You give a Grinch and inch and he’ll kill ya Now Joe Who was in my crew from the first day Started hangin out, much to my dismay Started hangin out with Ebenezer Grinch Tossing forties by the corner till he had to pinch every penny Drinkin till he’s drunk in his head Drunk driven with Suzie Q. Boom. My homies dead Who’s left? Ain’t nobody left but his uncle Fred Fred Who Who lives in a shoe with Suzie Q Who’s the daughter of little boy blue They got drunk in the back, in the house of Jack He slipped and he dipped and his cracked his back Now he’s paralyzed from his head to his toe Living in the fast lane, he couldn’t go slow Cindy Who’s a ho. She sleeps on the flo She can’t pay her rent no mo. Ebenezer goes by many names, but the end result is the same Ebenezer goes by many names, but the liquor store is the same game chorus I’m not out to dis everyone that drinks brew You down with me, I’ll crack a brew with you Or maybe two But I won’t get caught in that old SNAFU And that’s making it an everyday habit Just like a Pepsi – You gotta have it No, cause I’m a lot smarter than that I won’t get wrapped in Ebenezer’s trap Pawn shop, gun shop, liquor store You go up the block and you see one more In a ten-block radius there’s a total of four It’s a beautiful day in my neighborhood The shit’s got to go Cause I’m hard core when I ill So, tell me who sold them booze to the Whos in Whoville chorus Hey…Who sold the booze?

about

In 1992 Music City USA, the mecca of Country Music, begot Stone Deep – one of the city's most memorable musical acts of the 90s. The group's performances and recordings were celebrated and lauded but never reached national or international ears, until now. ¶ Stone Deep was a spirited reincarnation of Nashville’s The Hard Corps, who’s meteoric rise to national prominence in 1990/91 culminated a debut release “Def Before Dishonor” on Interscope / EastWest Records produced by RUN DMC’s Jam Master Jay as well as a nation tour with Ice T and Body Count. But the group’s whirlwind moment stopped as quickly as it began when their label, booking agency, and management folded overnight leaving the group at the height of its power and popularity with no team behind them. ¶ In late 1992 the group’s core members bassist/founder Kelly Butler, vocalist Ronzo “The Beast” Cartwright, dj/vocalist Terry “DJ KUTT” Hayes and drummer Kenny Owens joined forces with guitarist / producer Glen Cummings who had been lead guitarist/songwriter/arranger of hardcore/speedcore group Ludichrist (Combat/Combat Core) and Scatterbrain (In Effect/Electra/Warner Bros.). Together with Cummings The ex-Hard Corps team began work on their debut recordings presented here as "Nashville". ¶ Through the winter of 1993 Stone Deep worked nightly in an industrial space on Nashville's ring road, developing and arranging the compositions that appear here. The songs were road-tested Thursday, Friday and Saturday at live performances across the Tennessee, Alabama, Georgia, Kentucky. Mostly at tiny clubs and bars that booked unsigned acts. ¶ Night after night Stone Deep slayed. The group tapped veteran Music Row producer/engineer Mike Griffiths to lead the recording and mixing sessions at 16th Ave Sound - which were completed over the course of three days. The five resulting tracks: Faces of Death, Finger to The 40, Running Man, Stop Squawkin’, and Whoville collectively map out the diverse, branching direction the group would follow throughout its lifespan. ¶ Cartwright and Hayes’ lyrics focus on their experiences growing up in gritty outer Nashville on the 1980s, but the urgency of their lyrics is always underpinned by the belief that music is a communal experience and that sharing pain is cathartic. Together with Kelly Butler’s iconic bass lines, Kenny Owen’s heavy loops and backbeats, Hayes’ DJ inventive interjections, and now Cummings’ bombastic guitar work – Stone Deep carves out an unmistakable sound of their own. ¶ These five songs presented here were reproduced as a one-sided cassette tapes and distributed to press outlets, venues, labels but primarily sold to fans at live performances in 1993.

Please check out the bonus Items included with this release which include: a pdf of the original cassette packaging from 1993 and a broadside/poster or release reviews. Also check out Stone Deep’s facebook page at www.facebook.com/stonedeep37206

Track notes: (1) Faces of Death considers existential angst, the looming inevitability of death, and the impulse to push so against death that you become death it=. The track begins with a sounding church bell, then Hayes and Cartwright alternate verses – each doubled (whispering and shouting). As always Kelly Butler's lean bass lines are low on note count and high on gravitas. The chorus and bridge feature electrical discharge sounds worthy of being on an Alan Lamb's field recording. (2) Finger to the Forty is the first of several songs lamenting on the impoverished music landscape of the 1990s when strategic marketing fully dictated what could and could not be played on the radio. Cartwright and Hayes invite listeners to “pump up the middle finger "to the mother of all market-driven formats, Top 40. The track's rhythm features drummer Kenny Owen’s swaying backbeat perched precariously atop Kelly Butler’s pop bass line. DJ KUTT’s skittering interjections ride on top – Fuh, Fuh, Fuh, Forty! The mix has the structure of a dub track, or is it a prog rock track? Guitarist Glen Cummings plays a nylon string Gibson Chet Atkins CEC through a Marshall 50 watt combo - sounding both jazzy and oddly rubbery. (3) Running Man begins with the lonely sound of a wolf howling and a voiceover setting the scene: “Night falls”. The snare drum, along with the majority of Kenny Owen’s drum kit is run through filters and delays, creating various squishing, swirling and repeating effects that grow and culminate in the swirling chorus. Lyrics paint one of the psychological landscapes that racial disparity creates - which feels like a physical imperative to run. But it's unclear if its an impulse to run towards or away from everything. Kelly Butler’s pulsing bass figure drives the tune and together with the processed drums, it loops back upon itself, and sonically closes in during the chorus. The songs ride-out features DJ Loko scratching Jimi Hendrix’s “Star Spangled Banner” – his turntable plugged through a blaring Marshall stack. (4) Stop Squawkin is Stone Deep's heaviest early hardcore/metal track with its lumbering slow sections and machine-like fast sections. The lyrics, which chide the listener for endlessly complaining, take a free approach – vacillating from poetic impressionism, to plain-as-day directives “If you want to be pessimistic then...shut the f*ck-up!”. Cartwright and Hayes tag-team through the verses. Guitarist Glen Cummings alternates between a notched wha pedal and a talkbox creating menacing, gurgling guitar sounds sounding like Charlie Brown’s imaginary teacher drowning – "wha, wha, wha". Lightning 100 radio deejay E. Heather Lose performs a strident freeform diatribe against nothing in particular, during the hard-driving bridge section. (5) Whoville is a contemporary adaption of Dr. Seuss’ classic: "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas", but here the Grinch is a pied piper of booze and self destruction, and Whoville is East Nashville. The track’s greasy groove is built with a MPC loop at the bottom, and live backbeat and slinky strat tracks on top. The DJ KUTT cuts that glide over the top are unforgettable. “Wh, Wh, Wh, Whoooooooo?”

credits

released February 4, 2023

vocals: Ronzo "the beast" Cartwright
vocal and turntables: Terry "DJ KUTT" Hayes
guitar: Glen Cummings
bass: Kelly "Machine Gun Kelly" Butler
drums and sequencers: Kenny Owens

Recorded and mixed 1992, at 16th Ave. Sound and Sound Vortex, Nashville
Produced by Glen Cummings and Mike Griffiths
Engineered by Mike Griffiths
Mastered in cooperation with Benny Quinn at Masterfonics, Nashville

All songs ©Secession Recordings, 1992 and @Odis Intergalactic 2023

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