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Respect to the Authors EP

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  • Label: Exile On Mainstream
  • Release: April 5, 2019

RESPECT TO THE AUTHORS EP

Dubbed as ‘alt hip-hop’ by their iconic label Ipecac Records we can’t agree more to the implication of this honorific as the New Jersey tone evangelists are indeed an alternative, if not thee alternative: being Hip Hop for those who don’t pigeon-hole themselves as typical Hip Hop diehards, attracting those who keep listening outside the box. Subversive. Paradigm-changing. Mindblowing.

Dälek do not have a message, they are the message: with focusing both on tone and content while staying true to the roots of HipHop but bringing in the love for monolithic sound arrangements as well as dream-like haze of sheer volume they combine both the powers of sound and words solely and undisputable. For us at Exile On Mainstream it’s nothing less than a long dream coming true to release a strictly limited, one-off vinyl-only EP called “Respect To The Authors” in time for the EU tour in March/ April 2019. The EP features 6 tracks and 30 mins of playing time.

Exile On Mainstream has been friends with Dälek for well over 17 years and the release marks bringing together likeminded efforts to full circle.

TRACK LISTING

  1. Respect to the Authors *
  2. …With These Mics
  3. Molten
  4. Defiant. ^
  5. Words Connect
  6. Seek Harbor

All songs written & produced by: Dälek (Will Brooks) for Mayan Ruins Music (SESAC) and Mike Manteca for Mike Mare Music (BMI)

All Cuts by DJ rEk (Rudy Chicata) Except ‘Words Connect’ cuts by dälek (Will Brooks)

Musical Guru & Keys* : Joshua Booth

 Bass^ : Jeremy Winter

Additional Source Elements Provided by:

Chris Cole (Defiant)

David Obuchowski (Respect to the Authors)

 

Mixed by Will Brooks & Mike Mare at deadverse studios III, Union City, NJ

Additional mixing on tracks 1 & 4 by Jesse Cannon at Cannon Foundsoundation, Union City, NJ

Mastered by Alan Douches at West Westside Music, New Windsor, NY

Art & Design by Mike Mare

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  • Respect to the Authors

    • Lyrics

      1.
      We breathing in times of turmoil
      Foils to humanity bathed in blood and oil
      Child soldiers shoulders dislocate from rapid recoil
      While vapid people
      Can't see we equal
      Evisorate the ignorant
      Mind always militant
      Refined and belligerent
      The style I'm delivering
      Slice throats of middlemen
      Gotta stay vigilant
      Verses ain't built for these simpletons
      Even when they mean mug, I don't give a fuck
      At times you got to see blood when this world's currupt
      Jaws struck
      They awe struck
      Eyes wide shut
      Designed their demise to be abrupt.
      Word up.

      Chorus:
      Withstood attacks
      Infact, we grew stronger
      Insurgence on wax
      Respect to the Authors
      Mind's altered
      Lines faltered
      Some chose scrolls, the rest chose revolvers (3x)

      2.
      Resonating rhythm reverberates
      Ain't one to speculate
      You fucking with a heavyweight
      Trust me, recalculate
      Separate that psyche from your soma
      What you think that might be ain't son,
      It's over
      Kept my composure
      A little bit older
      Never quite sober
      This ain't for exposure
      An ill mic controller
      Bring the heat, solar
      Question me? Nigga, you can hold that, TOMA!
      Lower left shoulder, be that bulldozer!
      My verbal holds six but I got a full holster
      ...
      Ain't concerned cause my frontline's bolstered
      ...
      Times like these make you pull the fam closer

      Ain't concerned with asthectics
      An analytical mind to the unrefined is prophetic

      ...Remain the skeptic
      Relentless with my ethics
      Embedded essence can't help but be authentic
      Chin-checking these Steppin' Fetchits
      Muthafuka my music IS the message
      Keep your blessings and relics
      I'm far from angelic
      Agnostic humanist and unapologetic
      Ain't regretting any of my movements
      Forever the student
      Remain prudent yet unproven
      Ancestral tongue kept fluent

      Amongst our ruins

      Spoken over drums of revolution.

      Chorus:
      Withstood attacks
      Infact, we grew stronger
      Insurgence on wax
      Respect to the Authors
      Mind's altered
      Lines faltered
      Some chose scrolls, the rest chose revolvers (3x)

  • ...With These Mics

    • Lyrics

      1.
      Rabid passion never acted in any fashion
      Point I’m at, ain’t no adding just subtracting
      We the last bastion
      Yo I’m done asking
      Blood boils, you know Latin
      Play the foil to these dashing TV types
      Tactics subversive
      I’m submersed in what we write
      I see them tight cause we created this
      Showing no signs of stopping
      Peace to HPRIZM chopping
      Ancestors watching
      Got to make these movements constant
      We the truth that humans doubt
      Remove my name out of foolish mouths

      Chorus:

      I’m in exact and yet precise
      Yeah we nice
      Try to get to greater heights
      Wit these mics
      (4x)

      2.
      Context subjective
      Let this stream of consciousness turn rapids
      Born combative
      Vapid actors passive
      We disenchanted
      The fuckery is rampant
      I’ve had it, it’s tragic
      Core forever granite
      We static, but never stagnant
      Adaptive
      All these copies plastic
      A Ruben Blades classic
      Trajectory’s been mastered
      Masterfully
      Only cause it had to be
      Often question sanity
      None this done for vanity
      Calamity averted
      Random thoughts inserted
      Well worded.

      Chorus:

      I’m in exact and yet precise
      Yeah we nice
      Try to get to greater heights
      Wit these mics
      (6x)

  • Molten

    • Lyrics

      1.
      A degenerated state, I'm being kind to our position
      Impossible to debate opposition that lacks vision
      What passed for wisdom
      Inherently known to infants
      Mangled adult psyche, terrified of all that's different
      I thought we've grown... I shoulda known better
      True Knowledge shown but these drones are all tethered
      Our skin is mad thick so we endure the harshest weather
      From bullets or blankets to bullets or ballots, whatever
      Attack this canvas till I fill that granite casket
      Perhaps so rabid we bring it back to scalps and hatchets
      These muthafukas worship Reagan and Margaret Thatcher!
      I guarantee that MY idols are much Blacker!

      Chorus:

      Sick of, Simplified Slogans
      For minds that ain't open
      I'm tired muthafuka, I told you I'm done hoping
      No sense to raise fist if your mental ain't potent
      Kept my core molten
      My people remain focused!
      (Mi gente) 2x

      2.

      Approach to life remains basic, I ain't chasing your fabricated dreams
      I thrive low-key behind scenes
      Create & Destroy, Nah mean?
      My world wide connects leave the average heads perplexed
      Speak wit yo chest, but come correct wit your intent
      No time for argument.
      I speak in Dälek.
      Raised on cement malcontent getting bent.
      Deadverse Massive! The crew I represent.
      The 99% Those inclined towards dissent.
      The ones who reinvent
      Those who wonder where the rhymes went
      We them bastards from that hostile environment
      Verbal assault similar to how that iron spit.
      That angry Spic. Quick-witted lip.
      Subsonic soul that persists , I ain't shit,
      But I'll test them li-mits.
      You'll get what you get,
      A man on a mic that exists to resist!

      Chorus:

      Sick of, Simplified Slogans
      For minds that ain't open
      I'm tired muthafuka, I told you I'm done hoping
      No sense to raise fist if your mental ain't potent
      Kept my core molten
      My people remain focused!
      (Mi gente) 2x

  • Defiant.

    • Lyrics

      Chorus:

      Vested interest in existence
      ...
      Expected none to listen
      ...
      Defiantly run the Distance
      ...
      Too many trapped in mind's prison

      1.
      Dream in hieroglyphs
      Meaning shifts
      but images persist
      Ingrained in reality
      To maintain the duality of man
      Most are asleep.
      Some speak but only boast or repeat
      Rare is the original thought.
      We were brought to the abysss' edge
      Who chose to leap?
      Wove each syllable tight to core of beats.
      Their Insight pitiful, open doors where light seeps.
      Might reach a few ears in this process,
      Provocative optics are just distractions.
      Observe their actions.
      Our Passion is unquestionable.
      The past is unmentionable when you consider atrocities
      Endangered philosophies
      Simple minds deceived optically
      Constantly critical so I'll assume
      Authorities watching me

      Chorus:

      Vested interest in existence
      ...
      Expected none to listen
      ...
      Defiantly run the Distance
      ...
      Too many trapped in mind's prison

      2.
      Bathed in sonics known before Gates of Dawn...
      Grace of man hidden beneath centuries
      Did we wait too long?...
      The prolonged death of a carcass marked by technological marvel
      Parallel steps second guesses by the inept
      Raw flesh exposed to unforgiving elements
      The chosen huddle in isolated settlements
      I'll rail against that which i deem injustice
      Seen a sect grow bent on total destruction
      A society that lacks function will cease ..
      like ungreased gears
      A population fed fiction when it is starving for truth grows confused.
      We've all been used as fuel for the powerful few.
      We won't all cower but some of us do.
      At times I feel as if I have no knees to bend
      Steel backbone needed to speak unimpeded and even then
      Be prepared to be battered and bruised.
      Fluid language used to convey all of which I consist.
      With every fiber of my being I was born to Resist.

      Chorus:

      Vested interest in existence
      ...
      Expected none to listen
      ...
      Defiantly run the Distance
      ...
      Too many trapped in mind's prison

      Repeat

      Prison/Prizm (repeated)

  • Words Connect

    • Lyrics

      1.
      Acts all in exact
      Core reacts to vibrations
      Vibrant lives denied access to libations
      Wide eyes facing harsh realities of confrontation
      Contained problems got a bad habit of infiltration
      They always feared a Black planet.
      I fear this opaque nation
      Maintaining backbones painstaking
      Felt most at home in gutter
      As they attempt to gain greatness
      Future can’t be hastened
      Only requires action & patience
      Mind’s prism refracts all their hatred
      Kaleidoscope thought painted in blood and frustration
      I’m flooded with emotions that take shape in this cadence
      Eyes distant ... Never vacant
      Yearn for the concrete fragrance of faded youth
      40oz bottles and pints 100proof
      There’s never been nuff time to regroup.. or recoup
      I seek truth.

      Chorus:

      Words connect with vital concepts
      Madness masks the logic
      Ain’t about the math of filling pockets.

      2.

      Inaccurate advances
      Sneered at with side glances
      They taking zero chances
      While we all been dangling
      Ancestors channeled in a new context
      We stay vexes with clenched fists
      Muthafuka who wants this?
      Landscape’s preposterous
      Barely citizens
      More like hostages
      Populous play ostriches
      Heads hidden
      Prison Industrial Complex fed children
      We witness to a dystopian vision
      Simpletons mock wisdom
      Indicative of a fully corrupt system
      Far too few ears left to listen
      We left wishing for benedictions from these man-made religions
      Progress at best inching
      Towards mediocre
      Remain the good soldier
      Mama said this was gonna happen
      when we was Much older
      It’s seems our winters colder
      Been prepared to see my breath
      From the age of Timbs and gore-Tex
      When MCs were Truly AUTHORS!

      Bridge

      3.
      The god of history is an atheist
      Nothing about his world is meant to be
      Raw truth is the only remedy
      Overloaded sensory
      Syntax relaxed to flow perfectly
      I’m good... but this whole existence irking me
      We lost the concept of certainty
      attempting to reroute basics circuitry
      Enough with these rhymes nursery
      Stood on lead windowsills blood Mercury
      43 year emergency
      When I was 10 summers lasted eternity
      The past 10 years been a blur to me
      Fucked common courtesy
      Curtailed anger prevails over idle banter
      We breathe in an age when the norm is slander
      Refuse to pander to these cartoon types
      280 characters to consume hype
      I capture the vibe like room mics.

      Chorus:

      Words connect with vital concepts
      Madness masks the logic
      Ain’t about the math of filling pockets.

  • Seek Harbor

    • Lyrics

      Frustration
      ....After this unprecedented season,
      a venting was needed.
      This is bigger than the individuals
      Bigger than a broken system.
      Bigger than the dumbing down of America.
      THIS is actually bigger than JUST - US

      Current state of mind and emotions manifested as a quiet rage,
      An angst ... Sadness against the current climate of our country
      ...AND of this world.
      It’s the guttural yell into the nothingness by those of us who can still think!
      My essence conveyed through words,
      and through sounds ... as we balance on the brink.
      Forever linked and yet not tethered.
      What was Left cerebral.. Now severed
      Nervous center, askew
      We collectively due for a reboot.
      I’ve heard of heads that’s mad decent, but I’m gonna need proof.
      Far from my debut
      souped to still be EATIN’
      Ain’t aloof, just ain’t got time for much more than breathing
      We in a rare atmosphere.
      We the last ones here.
      Ya heard? THE.. LAST...ONES...HERE.
      We seek safe harbor
      No time to quantify fear.
      I’m the immigrant, the migrant, the giant, the ant, the air, the space,
      the trace of rare elements,
      the key puzzle piece deemed to be irrelevant.
      Fuck a President.
      I set the PRECEDENCE .
      Find solace in the resonance.
      4 hundred and 40 hertz made venomous.
      We in the midst of this human experiment.
      Really wish I could tell you that Truth was self evident.

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