quiet storm

• ing. "sessiz firtına" anlamina gelir.
• slow jam türüne verilebilecek alternatif isim.
• potensiel porno film serisi adi. ben mi fesatim bilemiyorum...
• (bkz: hareketsiz ama sakin degil)
• dingin firtina anlamina da gelebilecek tamlama.
• firtinadan onceki sessizligin, hudutlarini asarak, firtinanin icine kacmasi sonucu ortaya cikan doga olayi.
• mikrofonu daha cok havoc elinde tuttugu, sabit bir bass line uzerine kurulu bir mobb deep sarkisi. sozlerini nasil kimse yazmamis anlamadim..
  
  in broad daylight get right..
  just been through it all man
  blood, sweat and tears
  niggaz is dead and shit
  what the fuck else can happen yo?
  i don't think much more son, word to mother yo,
  we done seen it all, and been through it all yo
  let's our niggaz know right now, word to mother, for real, for real
  that shit is the truth
  we're not lyin..
  
  i put my lifetime in-between the paper's lines
  i'm the "quiet storm" nigga who fight rhyme
  p yeah you heard of him but, i ain't concerned with them
  nigga i pop more guns than you holdin them
  make my rout while the sun's out and scold your men
  unload ten, in broad daylight, get right
  fuck your life - hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
  you try to stop mines from growin, i'll make your blood stop flowin
  take affirmative action, to any ass if he askin (yeah aight)
  now here come the mack 10
  you'se a dick blower, tryin to speak the dunn language
  what the drilly with that though? it ain't bangin
  you hooked on mobb-phonics, infamous-bonics
  lyin to the pop dog like you got it
  you ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower
  rusty shank holder, we live this shit
  
  cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
  lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
  (hip-hop) drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
  have a nigga od cause it's never enough
  it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
  lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
  (hip-hop) drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
  have a nigga od cause it's never enough
  
  yo the p rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label
  my chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables
  diamonds and guns before the fame, duke
  a nigga like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
  goin through the motions, of gun holdin
  long shotguns down my pants leg-limpin
  killer bee you still livin, even my pops too
  he taught me how to shoot when i was seven (yo)
  i used to bust shots crazy
  i couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me [pow!]
  i love my pops for that, i love my nigga d-black
  i'll take the life of anybody tryin to change whose left
  and through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death
  all y'all brand new niggaz just scared to death
  i spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right
  wastin my life, now i'm tryin to make things right
  grand open some gates, invest, in the rag business
  do things for the kids (the little dunns)
  build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
  cbr's and vcr's
  atv's and big screen tv's, nigga please
  don't make me have to risk my freedom
  we worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beaten
  for real.. (yo)
  
  cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop)
  lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
  drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
  have a nigga od cause it's never enough
  
  it go one, two, three to the fourth
  that nigga p-double got that shit
  for y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
  in hell's kitchen, i chef the impossible
  to serve hot plates all across the unified states
  sit down and sup with top rap reps
  we the streets that's watchin boy move diligent
  you better walk like a nigga on a tight rope do
  infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission
  first assignment -- give em that shit they been missin
  my new edition's way bitchin
  those that listen, get addicted to my diction
  fuck rhymes i write prescriptions, for your diseased
  generic rap's just not potent like p's
  one-thousand one-hundred cc's on the throttle
  i peel off, chest naked on katanas
  spaghetti-head mobb niggaz is full bred
  fully-blown melanin tone, i rock skeleton bone shirts
  and verses, but thirst for worse beats
  so i can put, more product out on the street
  get respect and love, all across the board
  we've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
  i score everytime for sure
  while the rest of y'all niggaz just kneel
  (to the real..)
  
  cause it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (hip-hop)
  lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
  drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
  have a nigga od cause it's never enough
  it's the real shit, shit to make em feel shit (the real)
  lump em in the club shit, have you wildin out when you bump this
  (hip-hop) drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
  have a nigga od cause it's never enough
  (the real... hip-hop)
• smokey robinson şaheseri. 4 dakikalık olan bu şarkının tadı öyle damakta kalır ki, üst üste 5-6 kere dinlemeden geçemezsiniz. bu duruma 33 sene sonra da olsa bir çözüm getirdim; "hani "blow!.. baby" diyorsun ya smokey amca, "üfle bebeğim" diyorsun, sonra adam da flüte üflüyor, sonra da başka bir adam synth basıyor. kısa kısa kendi kafalarınca solo atıyorlar. işte o kısımları uzatsana. şöyle 2 dakikalık solo koysana oraya. şarkı da 15 dakika sürsün. saksofon solosu falan da alırız, bence çok güzel olur."
• en son yazımda şarkıdaki soloların kısa kaldığından bahsetmiştim. şu an göt oldum biliyor musunuz? çünkü şarkının 7 dakika ve 50 saniyeden oluşan versiyonu elime geçti. bir de efekt vermişler, rüzgar sesiyle başlayıp rüzgar sesiyle bitiyor. harika birşey. ben de hem onca zamandır 4 dakikalık uyduruk radyo versiyonunu dinlediğim için göt oldum, hem de yanlış bilgi verdiğim için çok ayıp ettim.
  
  şarkının sözlerinden orgazm olan biri değilimdir, hatta sulu şiirsel ağızlardan pek hazzetmeyen biriyimdir ama şarkıdaki "quiet as when flowers talk at the break of dawn" ifadesini iyi kurmuş bu insan. kendi yazdıysa tebrik ederim. kendi yazmadıysa da tebrik ederim çünkü o kısmı çok güzel söylemiş.
• r&b mi, vokal jazz mı, soul mu, soft rock mı yoksa pop mu diye kafa yorduran şarkının müzik tarzı.