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From 1982 Album: "The Message"...[Artist info below].....

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DJ Grandmaster Flash and his group the Furious Five were hip-hop's greatest innovators, transcending the genre's party-music origins to explore the full scope of its lyrical and sonic horizons. Flash was born Joseph Saddler in Barbados on January 1, 1958; he began spinning records as teen growing up in the Bronx, performing live at area dances and block parties. By age 19, while attending technical school courses in electronics during the day, he was also spinning on the local disco circuit; over time, he developed a series of groundbreaking techniques including "cutting" (moving between tracks exactly on the beat), "back-spinning" (manually turning records to repeat brief snippets of sound), and "phasing" (manipulating turntable speeds) — in short, creating the basic vocabulary which DJs continue to follow even today.

Flash did not begin collaborating with rappers until around 1977, first teaming with the legendary Kurtis Blow. He then began working with the Furious Five — rappers Melle Mel (Melvin Glover), Cowboy (Keith Wiggins), Kid Creole (Nathaniel Glover), Mr. Ness aka Scorpio (Eddie Morris), and Rahiem (Guy Williams); the group quickly became legendary throughout New York City, attracting notice not only for Flash's unrivalled skills as a DJ but also for the Five's masterful rapping, most notable for their signature trading and blending of lyrics. Despite their local popularity, they did not record until after the Sugarhill Gang's smash "Rapper's Delight" proved the existence of a market for hip-hop releases; after releasing "We Rap More Mellow" as the Younger Generation, Flash and the Five recorded "Superappin'" for the Enjoy label owned by R&B legend Bobby Robinson. They then switched to Sugar Hill, owned by Sylvia Robinson (no relation), after she promised them an opportunity to rap over a current DJ favorite, "Get Up and Dance" by Freedom (the idea had probably been originally conceived by Crash Crew for their single "High Powered Rap").

That record, 1980's "Freedom," the group's Sugar Hill debut, reached the Top 20 on national R&B charts on its way to selling over 50,000 copies; its follow-up, "Birthday Party," was also a hit. 1981's "The Adventures of Grandmaster Flash on the Wheels of Steel" was the group's first truly landmark recording, introducing Flash's "cutting" techniques to create a stunning sound collage from snippets of songs by Chic, Blondie, and Queen. Flash and the Five's next effort, 1982's "The Message," was even more revelatory — for the first time, hip-hop became a vehicle not merely for bragging and boasting but for trenchant social commentary, with Melle Mel delivering a blistering rap detailing the grim realities of life in the ghetto. The record was a major critical hit, and it was an enormous step in solidifying rap as an important and enduring form of musical expression.

Following 1983's anti-cocaine polemic "White Lines," relations between Flash and Melle Mel turned ugly, and the rapper soon left the group, forming a new unit also dubbed the Furious Five. After a series of Grandmaster Flash solo albums including 1985's They Said It Couldn't Be Done, 1986's The Source, and 1987's Da Bop Boom Bang, he reformed the original Furious Five lineup for a charity concert at Madison Square Garden; soon after, the reconstituted group recorded a new LP, 1988's On the Strength, which earned a lukewarm reception from fans and critics alike. Another reunion followed in 1994, when Flash and the Five joined a rap package tour also including Kurtis Blow and Run-D.M.C. A year later, Flash and Melle Mel also appeared on Duran Duran's cover of "White Lines." Except for a few compilations during the late '90s, Flash was relatively quiet until 2002, when a pair of mix albums appeared: The Official Adventures of Grandmaster Flash on Strut and Essential Mix: Classic Edition on ffrr.

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8 years назад

Elb Sims

if you read these lyrics without music it reads like a suicide note or a plea for help but every rap song in the nineties sampled these guys in one way or the other

8 years назад

ZezanjeUToku

Video is like trip on shrooms

8 years назад

thom fmify

Manchmal kommt es einem wie im Dschungel vor.Wundert mich,wie ich es schaffe nicht unterzugehen. (2x)Glasscherben überallLeute pissen im Treppenhaus,Du weißt, daß es sie nicht kümmert.Ich halte den Geruch nicht aus, nicht den Lärm.Hab kein Geld, um auszubrechen.Ich glaube, ich habe keine WahlVorne im Zimmer Ratten, hinten Kakerlaken.Drogensüchtige in der Gasse, mit einem Baseballschläger.Ich versuchte wegzulaufen, aber kam nicht weit-Denn ein Mann mit einem Abschleppwagenpfändete meinen Wagen.CHORUS:Drück mich nicht, denn ich bin knapp an der Kante.Versuche nicht meinen Kopf zu verlierenUh huh ha ha haManchmal kommt es einem wie im Dschungel vor.Wundert mich,wie ich es schaffe nicht unterzugehen.Wir stehen vorne am Haus, aus dem Fenster herauslehnendBeobachtend das Vorbeirauschen der Wagen, aufheulend, wenn der Wind richtig steht.Verrückte Dame, lebt in einer Tasche, lebt von Müllbergen, versucht sich als Schwulen-Freundin.Sagte, sie tanzt den Tango, lässt den Fandango aus.Was für eine aufgetakelte Dame, scheint den Verstand verloren zu haben.Unten bei der Peep Show, auf die Freaks schauend.Damit sie ihren Freundinnen zu Hause davon erzählen kann.Sie kam in die Stadt und wurde so so so aufmüpfig.Sie musste sich einen Zuhälter suchen, weil sie es nicht aus eigener Kraft schaffte.Drück mich nicht, denn ich bin knapp an der Kante.Versuche nicht meinen Hals zu verlierenUh huh ha ha haManchmal kommt es einem wie im Dschungel vor.Wundert mich,wie ich es schaffe nicht unterzugehen. (2x)Mein Bruder machte Mist, stahl den TV meiner Mutter.Sagte, daß sie zuviel glotzte, ist einfach nicht gesund."Alle meine Kinder" am Tag, "Dallas" in der Nacht.Kann nicht mal das Spiel oder den Kampf von Sugar Ray anschauen.Die Inkasso-Firmen rufen mich dauernd an. Und jagen meiner Frau Angst ein, wenn ich nicht da bin.Bekam eine schlechte Bildung, zweistellige InflationKann nicht mal den Zug zur Arbeit nehmen, weil wieder gestreikt wird.Neon King Kong steht mir im Nacken.Nicht fähig zu stoppen, umzukehren,bricht mir mein Kreuz.Eine mittelprächtige Migräne, Krebs in den MembranenManchmal denke ich, ich werde noch verrückt, schwöre ich könnt ein Flugzeug entführen.Drück mich nicht, denn ich bin knapp an der Kante.Versuche nicht meinen Kopf zu verlierenUh huh ha ha haManchmal kommt es einem wie im Dschungel vor.Wundert mich,wie ich es schaffe nicht unterzugehen. (2x)Mein Sohn sagte; Papa, ich will nicht zur Schule gehenDenn der Lehrer ist mies, der hält mich wohl für dummUnd all die Kids rauchen Gras, vielleicht war es besserWenn ich mir einen Job suche und Straßenkehrer werdeOder ich tanze zum Beat und passe mich anTrage Hemd und Krawatte und hänge mit den Gangstern abDenn alles dreht sich um's Geld, das ist gar nicht witzigDu musst einen Plan haben in diesem paradiesischem LandSie schubsten das Mädchen vor den ZugBrachten sie zum Arzt, der Arm wurde wieder angenähtStachen dem Mann mit dem Messer direkt ins HerzSie gaben ihm ein Spenderherz für einen neuen AnfangIch kann nicht durch den Park gehen,Denn es ist verdammt gefährlich im DunkelnLasse immer die Hand an meiner Waffe,Denn ich bin ständig auf der FluchtIch fühle mich wie ein Geächteter,Sie haben mich total fertig gemachtUnd ich höre sie sagen "Willst du noch mehr?"Leben im ständigen Hin und HerDrück mich nicht, denn ich bin knapp an der Kante.Versuche nicht meinen Kopf zu verlierenUh huh ha ha haManchmal kommt es einem wie im Dschungel vor.Wundert mich,wie ich es schaffe nicht unterzugehen. (4x)Ein Kind wird ohne jeden Verstand geborenBlind gegenüber den Wegen der MenschheitGott lächelt dir zu, aber er guckt auch düsterDenn nur Gott weiß, was du alles durchmachen wirstDu wirst im Ghetto groß werden, Leben zweiter KlasseUnd deine Augen werden ein Lied des tiefen Hasses singenDie Orte, wo du dich aufhältst und wo du bleibst,Das alles sieht aus wie eine große dreckige GasseDu wirst all die Wetten-Eintreiber beneiden, Die Gangster, Zuhälter und Dealer, und die, die das große Geld machendicke Autos fahrend, spendieren Zwanziger und ZehnerUnd du willst groß werden, um so wie sie zu werdenSchmuggler, Lügner, Räuber, SpielerTaschendiebe, Schwarzmarkthändler und BettlerDu sagst "Ich bin cool, ich bin nicht blöd"Aber dann endet es so, dass du die Schule schmeißtJetzt bist du arbeitslos, alles ist nichtigIrrst umher als wärst du der Schönling, der Schiffbruch erleidetWurdest zum Räuberjungen, aber guck, was du getan hastWurdest für acht Jahre in den Knast geschicktDir wurde deine Männlichkeit genommen, als verdeckter Schwuler.Verbringend die nächsten zwei Jahre als verdeckter Homo. Mißbraucht und benutzt wie in der Hölle.Bis man dich eines Tages erhangen in der Zelle fandEs war klar zu sehen, dass dein Leben verloren warDu warst tot und dein Körper schwang hin und herAber nun singen deine Augen das traurige LiedDass du so schnell gelebt und so jung gestorben bistAlso Drück mich nicht, denn ich stehe nahe am RandIch versuche, nicht den Kopf zu verlierenUh huh huh huh huhManchmal kommt es einem wie im Dschungel vor.Wundert mich,wie ich es schaffe nicht unterzugehen. (2x)It's like a jungle sometimes,it makes me wonderHow I keep from going under(2x)Broken glass everywherePeople pissing on the stairs,you know they just don't careI can't take the smell, can't take the noiseGot no money to move out, I guess, I got no choiceRats in the front room, roaches in the backJunkies in the alley with a baseball batI tried to get away, but I couldn't get farCause the man with the tow-truck repossessed my carCHORUS:Don't push me,cause I'm close to the edgeI'm tryingnot to lose my head, Uh huh ha ha haIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonderHow I keep from going underStanding on the front stoop, hangin out the windowWatching all the cars go by, roaring as the breezes blowA crazy lady, livin in a bagEating out of garbage piles, used to be a fag-hagSaid, she danced the tango, skipped the light fandangoWas circon princess, seemed to lost her sensesDown at the peepshow, watching all the creepsSo she can tell the stories to the girls back homeShe went to the city and got so so so dittyShe had to get a pimp, she couldn't make it on her own.Don't push me,cause I'm close to the edgeI'm tryingnot to lose my head, Uh huh ha ha haIt's like a jungle sometimes,it makes me wonderHow I keep from going under(2x)My brothers doin' bad, stole my mothers t.v.Says, she watches to much, is just not healthy"All my children" in the daytime, "Dallas" at nightCan't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fightThe bill collectors, they ring my phoneAnd scare my wife, when I'm not homeGot a bum education, double-digit inflationCan't take the train to the job, there's a strike at the stationNeon king kong standin' on my backCan't stop to turn around, broke my sacroiliacA midrange migraine, cancered membraneSometimes I think I'm going insane, I swear I might hijack a plane!Don't push me,cause I'm close to the edgeI'm tryingnot to lose my headIt's like a jungle sometimes,it makes me wonderHow I keep from going under(2x)My son said, daddy, I don't wanna go to schoolCause the teacher's a jerk, he must think, I'm a foolAnd all the kids smoke reefer, I think it'd be cheaperIf I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeperI dance to the beat, shuffle my feetWear a shirt and tie and run with the creepsCause it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funnyYou got to have a con in this land of milk and honeyThey pushed that girl in front of the trainTook her to the doctor, sewed the arm on againStabbed that man right in his heartGave him a transplant for a brand new startI can't walk through the park, cause it's crazy after the darkKeep my hand on the gun, cause they got me on the runI feel like an outlaw, broke my last glass jarHear them say you want some more,livin on a seesawDon't push me,cause I'm close to the edgeI'm tryingnot to lose my head,Uh huh ha ha haIt's like a jungle sometimes,it makes me wonderHow I keep from going under(4x)A child is born, with no state of mindBlind to the ways of mankindGod is smiling on you, but he's frowning tooCause only God knows, what you go throughYou grow in the ghetto, living second rateAnd your eyes will sing a song of deep hateThe place, that you play and where you stayLooks like one great big alley wayYou'll admire all the number book takersThugs, pimps and pushers and the big money makersDriving big cars, spending twenties and tensAnd you wanna grow up to be just like themSmugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblersPickpockets, peddlers and even pan-handlersYou say I'm cool, I'm no foolBut then you wind up dropping out of high schoolNow you're unemployed, all null 'n voidWalking 'round like you're pretty boy floydTurned stickup kid, look what you done didGot send up for a eight year bidNow your manhood is took and you're a may tagSpend the next two years as an undercover fagBeing used and abused and served like hellTill one day you was found hung dead in a cellIt was plain to see that your life was lostYou was cold and your body swung back and forthBut now your eyes sing the sad sad songOf how you lived so fast and died so youngSo, don't push me,cause I'm close to the edgeI'm tryingnot to lose my head,Uh huh huh huh huhIt's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonderHow I keep from going under (2x)

8 years назад

rufieboy

What is the message please explain I'm dumb af

8 years назад

NicholasYT Channel

#вва

8 years назад

Phil Bee

bad ass real stuff from the 80s

8 years назад

Phil Bee

look a bit deeper into the vidio its like jungle most times and we no who plays the shows

8 years назад

wael breiche

Laweekly brought me here. They rated this as #3 in history while Nuthin but a G thang is #1. I strongly disagree..

8 years назад

laura pruitt

This is not any faggit shit! This is HIPHOP MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSIC NGA!

8 years назад

Vishnu Anand

check yourself sampled this huh?

8 years назад

Jerome Cleary

when I first moved to NYC this song came out 4 weeks later and this song was heard on the streets all time from boom boxes and people breakdancing on the sidewalks

8 years назад

lonnie benjamin

AMAZING HOW ALL THAT THEY ARE SAYING APPLIES TO TODAYS TIME

8 years назад

Sean Boddie

I Feel This Song 100%!!!

8 years назад

SuziQ Anderson

Grand Master flash.....a great hit from the past

8 years назад

longbeachk1d

cant walk through the park because its crazy after dark keep my hand on the gun

8 years назад

Goran Nikoloski

Legends !!!

8 years назад

Mark M

Check out this video on YouTube:A message for you :)

8 years назад

Leslie Hewlett

But they now saying Grandmaster Flash had nothing to do with this classic record. Thats some fraud shit if I ever heard any. Love the song. Fuck Flash.

8 years назад

stvynix

When rap was real and there was a message behind it.

8 years назад

Ernest Romnhardt

This song always make me tinge with a slight nostalgia for old NYC. I remember the scuzzy people just hanging out on the side of buildings in downtown Manhattan near the Port Authority, no where to go, nothing to do and they didn't give a shit.I can remember the slick as shit for the ladies of the 1980's pimps, hustlers, three-card monte jackasses and all manner of assorted gay creeps, burned out whores of both the born female and Caitlyn Jenner variety and the heroin junkies that wanted nothing more than to find the mythical batch that would give them the nod that would finally solve all their problems without robbing them of their liberty or life.I remember seeing sidewalks littered, just absolutely covered with used condoms and used needles, band-aids, spit, semen, urine, the occasional piece of human feces and every other imaginable, disgusting piece of filth the human body can produce.I remember the insane street people, a few so addicted to the then-new crack that they were practically living inside the theaters that showed either Marachino Cherry or the latest Bruce Lee rip-off straight out of the fringes of Communist China. The smell was at times so bad you wanted to vomit but you stayed because you secretly suspected you were as sick as the people screaming obscenities at the screen while everyone else got quietly sucked off by another man or jacked onto the seatback in front of them and then left.I remember one night in particular, getting on a late night subway trying to get back to Queens from 8th avenue and several black guys with mohawks and leather jackets with a snake patch on the back boarded the train right after me. I'd never been so damn nervous in my life.They just kept glancing over at me and though it felt like the veins in my neck were pushing against my skin with every heartbeat, I tried to keep my cool and put off a "don't fuck with me, I won't fuck with you" vibe. It is only by the grace of God that after about 15 minutes, they got off at some stop without a word.I wouldn't trade that time period or those memories for a cocaine heartbeat.

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