Today everyone at the New York radio station got a chance to meet with the new young rapper from Detroit, Young Hood. Last time people saw he was doing StarFactory and never heard from him again, until now as he came out with a song that is gaining underground attention called "Times Up freestyle" or just "Times Up" The single last for three minutes and while he does boast about being the better rapper then his fellow mc's he took it one step father by throwing jab at "faves" in the industry. Either it's the fact he never needed anyone to help him write lyrics, Didn't come from a family that was musically inclined, never put on a suit and leave his roots or disappear from the game altogether, to even saying that he could lock people up like Jay-C. We were not going to let him slide when targeting some of these heavy weights so on the radio he had a chance to answer for the shots.
Ebro: "Alright, So in the underground community a lot of people are saying you that guy right now, Coming out with this "times up" and I heard some shots fired so tell me what good? are you ready?"
YH: laughs "I guess I am. I feel like, this is my moment. A lot of people thought I was crazy when I put out this song out, telling me 'Oh you shouldn't put peoples name in, we need to try to make our own little nitch in the game, lets not ruffle any feathers.' Are you serious man do you know where I from? I got to said what I feel and just come through.
Ebro: "That means you taking shots at people, Kidd Amaze, Matt Young, even secretly you did I think Drew Westbrook and Deneil Jay-C was mention as well as big stacks so, why what was all the heat for?"
YH: "All those guys are talented, I met Kidd Amaze on the show and I listen to Deneil, happy to see Jay-C out. I'm just going to tell it how I see it. As great as Deneil is, and he is good, it does make it easy to slide into music period when your related to an artist, don't believe me Ask five pesky kids who picked him up before he went independent. Drew seems to always have someone by his side when he does a record, like is it just me or has he always had someone on a track with him? Look at his new shit. How you going to call yourself the greatest when you always need help on your track? If I'm wrong, I'll admit it but I haven't seen any?"
YH: "It not hate it's just real. You can call yourself the best really Deneil is better then you? At least he work at it without his brother doing anything. So it just there for him to make his numbers on the record that he had to collaborate with to do it, but you are the one. Your Neo in matrix? "
They go off the air and Times ups come on.
Tittle:
Times Up
Time: 3:00
Artist: Young Hood
Song Description: Time's up is a 3 minute freestyle from Artist Young Hood that he feels will put people on notice. Coming from Detroit this guy is know for his blunt harsh lyrical style. Graphic depictions start off the song as the beat is really mellow in the background. as he talks about people's time is up and who they are going to get the noose and hung now that he is making his present known. Next he talks about how he hears everyone claims to be successful but nobody is saying anything. He makes his case for being the person that people should say is the best one but he doesn't get the people so riled up until he starts talking about others. Ending with the idea that everyone else will just fade out quietly without making a sound. It is certain to get people talking, and that it did. Here is the underground charged track, Times up
Yea people going to spazz when they hear this
Being in a gas chamber listen to the lines hiss
Slow and calculated
Feeling unappreciated
This is more than just a man
So I came with noose in hand
They need to understand
Gallows where they stand
Your time’s up
Time’s up
Lot of people are trying to be hip-hop now
Hearing everyone claiming something
Holding a crown
But look around
You can tell that they just making sounds
Maybe words, but none of that shit is real
They knew I was coming, hoping I never got a deal
But I’m a trill nigga, a true and blue
They some still nigga, never want to bust a move
Stay paying dues, what is this some rental shit?
This is not a game, rapping some mental shit
Nah, don’t ever open your mouth unless you can back it up
I got people to come at a moment’s notice
Ready to mash it up and ship out, hands on work
Hash it out and cook up, bodies in dirt
Never had a problem,
Could move lp’s by the volums
Take you to history the coliseum column
Hands deserve to be in Harlem,
Breaking down from the bottom
Catch them slipping Rico yelling “Got’em”
I got it nigga, no worry they won’t notice
I pull them through their lowest, woest-me
Focus to see them to hell hopeless cemetery
Bury these nigga and wouldn’t lose a soul
So many niggas thinking they can mold,
This kind music and get it in a hold,
Then realize that this will make you fold,
Take the life out of you and leave you cold,
You still think that is culture can be package,
Let’s see how much you going for when sold
Yours Time’s up
Man does it look like I give a fuck
Cause I don’t give a Fuck
Don’t give a damn bout what your fave say
No body ever tough when the gun spay
Never have a rely on a big family name
Just so you can slowly worm your way in the game
Didn’t have to ask for help from anyone else
When it comes to lyrics I can write it myself
My ego is on debo, you better get your guns loaded
I spit bars that will make you feel like Jay-C
Try to freed me but outlook already eroded
I’ve already surpass Big Stacks in his state of mind
I’m gaining of Kidd he’s actually hard to find
Ducking like Matt Y, and you can see why
Cause I’m that Guy, That Trillest nigga
Doesn’t get realer unless Girls did to ya
Your times up
Sad you just letting this slip away
I been a stray, you never stay
Even my remains lays
As better shit then you could say
Does it look like I give a fuck
Nothing motivates me more
Then evening the score
Had bitches thought I was a bore
Gore and blood, like a virgin whore
Just met Jack the ripper
Reaper of mic only sicker
The slicker killer that the time keeper
And I calling it quits for you
Don’t even let out a whimper
Your time’s up
I don’t give a fuck
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