In an extremely predictable move, I too sat down last night, after purchasing (yes people still buy music some times) the instrumental to Jay Electronica’s Exhibit C, and wrote an attempt to do justice to an unbelievable Just Blaze beat which had already been destroyed to the point of, “stop, don’t even try it!” status. I awoke this morning, and but of course, my favorite rapper of the moment, Joell Ortiz, had recorded and flooded the blogosphere with his take. Honestly, I would have been dissapointed if he hadn’t. But as I told Conceit, the beat is begging for an emotional response which I feel Jay didn’t play up to. Anyway, mine will prevail, and though Im sure no blog will lower it’s nose to it, I will continue to press my folks to give it an honest listen. I’m recording next week, but until then, soak up the lyrics…

I still
miss my Dad everyday since he passed. Getting mad for no reason. Now I’m drinkin.
Sittin by myself thinking “This is how the day ends?”.
I can’t take it yet I always seem to make it to another dawn.
Lookin at these motherfuckers like the love is gone.
Now I’m lookin at myself like I’ve done it wrong.
“And why the fuck weren’t you there when you had a chance?”
Avalanche of emotion, knowing it was happenstance.

I didn’t
see it comin. Leavin nothing but a weak frame. Still you tried to smile
even though you felt a deep pain. Staring at the wall,
I’m staring at the priest praying, praying there’s a God and a heaven full of peace waiting.
Please take him to a better place.
I know you lived fast Dad, and in a way I think you set the pace.
Never played it safe, but you played it right down to the last note on the stage every night.

No it’s
not easy not at all, though I’m dealing feeling lost like this shit’ll kill us off.
Still I feel in awe of how the cancer ate my Dad so fast.
(I) gotta hold it all together like tobacco wraps. I try to laugh
actin like an asshole. Cats don’t
understand why I’m gettin mad so fast. I had a bad dose of bullshit,
and though I’m cool, this got me seeing red like tobasco caps.

It’s like I’m
falling off and often all of this will cause a kid to call it quits, but I aint really like that.
This little apocalypse has got me missing pops, but this is not the consequence. No, I’m never getting sidetracked.
Living with the high hats.
Timmy would have liked that.
I promise this. The opposite of quitting. This is common sense I’m living for the missing.
And this isn’t the final product. This is just another line in God’s composition.

“Exhibit TK”
Gus Cutty