From: not4udude@yahoo.com

Show us the coffins: So called Rap music started way back in 69. It was a New
York City poetry collective called: The Last poets. They were black
nationalists who recited those angry poems accompanied with percussion
instruments such as bongos. It was 
all based on rhythm, in which was not in my interest. No, I was into noisy
guitars and screaming vocals. This was strip down raw energy. It was powerful
stuff. I bought their album in 1970 called: Next time the fire. When I was
playing it, it walked in 
circles in my room pumping my fist up in the air. Revolution! Revolution now!
Even though I disagreed with some of the opinions expressed in the lyrics, the
energy was infectious. Would this sound catch on? 
	Then came the 80's and 90's and rap music was dubbed: Hip-hop. It started
with Grandmaster Flash and it went to Public Enemy. Then in the 90's came
so-called, "Gangsta (Gangster) rap" and rap went into the commercial toilet
and along came the let's 
party and have unproductive sex bullshit. Rap has been in a funk every since. 
	What I attempt to do here is to remind people what rap use to sound like.
With all the synthesizer gadgetry in un-artistic hands, the songs sound like
as robotic as a washing machine. I did this rap because of the war in Iraq.
The Pentagon did want the 
news to take photos of coffins of dead soldiers, because the pro-war spirit
would be deflated. Old School? No! School has been out for years. This is the
real shit. Enjoy

https://soundcloud.com/user-890005066/show-us-the-coffins

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