Kublakai - Moan video free download

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iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/wheels-up-ep/id956176764

Free Download here: https://kublakai.bandcamp.com/track/moan

When I was around 13-14, my mom took me to see Jazz legend Ornette Coleman.

Honestly, 99% of that show was avante-garde Jazz that I simply couldn't wrap my head or ears around. However, towards the end, he did a cover of a song by Charles Mingus called, "Moanin'". I could have listened to that song forever.

When I got home, I "borrowed indefinitely" my moms Mingus Big Band CD which had the original version of the song. It has remained without question, my favorite song of all time. I always thought about sampling the song for my own music but something felt weird about doing it.... Until now.

I took the song to my brother Isaak at @undercaste and together we crafted a hip hop song that preserves the essence of the original song that can I feel proud of and gives it something new. The song itself is short and therapeutic. 1 part homage to Mingus, 1 part call for personal growth and 1 part call to people to do better with their art.

I feel like their isn't enough Jazz in hip hop anymore. Maybe, in some small way, this can change that.

Kublakai - "Moan" #wheelsup

Inspired by Charles Mingus' classic, "Moanin'"

(LYRICS)

(Verse 1)

First I wanted the fame. Now I just want the money

And I don’t have to explain cause all you gotta do is turn on the TV to see that that shit will turn a motherfucker insane

But Ill admit it, Im an addict Thought I quit, now Im just back at it

Back to backpacking cause Mack done got it crackin

And we piggybackin off of that action, go head and ask him

I aint lie. Ask around The Town, I aint shy.

But some still take the train to say I aint fly.

It’s all good, I’m all smiles, I survive, yep.

Couple grand in the bank. Couple grand in the pockets.

Ain’t concerned with the take so I aint paid but Im paid enough not to talk shit.

Hashtag whatever, I'll never give 'em the effort. A cleverly armed melody put em on the trapdoor then pull the lever.

Let em fall forever. Yeah, forever ever.

I don’t give a shit how many youtube views you got naw naw naw naw my shit is better

(Hook 1)

First make em dance, then make em lean, then make em moan girl, know what I mean.

I got two in the pocket just in case and a mic in my hand when I rush the gates

First make em dance, then make em lean, then make em moan girl, know what I mean.

I got two in the pocket just in case. Pick your weapon, rush the gates.

(Verse 2)

I let the beat do the talkin, they out they seat when I walk in though, ugh

Michael Jackson, Bad. Born in the 80s, rad. Mama was a DJ, always played Jazz.

So here I am, 20 years later, mic in hand and when I hit the stage, they be like GOD DAMN!

Ain’t rapped in months, but still the best out cause most rap sucks and I don’t care who knows, give zero fucks because I paid my dues and took my lumps. Ucck.

Black and Scottish, kilt it. Really black and Irish, Celtic.

But I digress, tried to drink my pain to hide my mess but that shit don’t work, I tried my best, naw it just got worse with what came next. Life.

It is what it is though. Aint scared to let the tears flow. That’s grown man shit homes.

Still bad to the bizone, tell em Kubi’s on deck and I bet they yelling that it’s on!

(Hook 2)

First make em dance, then make em lean, then make em moan girl, know what I mean.

I got two in the pocket just in case and a mic in my hand when I rush the gates

First make em dance, then make em lean, then make em moan girl, know what I mean.

I got two in the pocket just in case. Pick your weapon, rush the gates.

(END)