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Innovational creations coming from the sagacious mind of TDE mastermind, Anthony Tiffith, are steadily breaking new ground with a vision that is producing musical masterpieces through the art of conscious Hip-Hop expression. Whether moving seamlessly across disciplines within the boundless world of Hip-Hop, or spending the day backing the legendary entertainment group’s abounding roster, Anthony effortlessly provides a creative and raw boost to his team as to what the Hip-Hop culture has to offer. Housing some of the greatest in the game including Kendrick Lamar, Ab Soul, Schoolboy Q, SZA, Isaiah Rashad, Jay Rock and more, Anthony has the backing of talent that consistently produces music that keeps TDE in the spotlight. TDE is the NWA of our generation and here are a few reminders of otherworldly rhymes from members the TDE crew that keeps the label secure at the number one spot in the game.
Kendrick LamarÂ
“I used to be jealous of Arron Afflalo
I used to be jealous of Arron Afflalo
He was the one to follow
He was the only leader foreseeing brighter tomorrows
He would live in the gym
We was living in sorrow
Total envy of him
He made a dream become a reality
Actually making it possible to swim
His way up outta Compton with further more to accomplish
Graduate with honors, a sponsor of basketball scholars
It’s 2004 and I’m watching him score 30
Remember vividly how them victory points had hurt me
Cause every basket was a reaction or a reminder
That we was just moving backwards
The bungalow where you find us
The art of us ditching classes heading nowhere fast
Stick my head inside the study hall, he focused on math
Determination ambition, plus dedication and wisdom
Qualities he was given was the shit we didn’t have
Dug inside of his book bag and Coach Palmer asked for his finals
He had his back like a spinal meanwhile
We singing the same old song spinning the vinyl
11 graders gone wrong
He focused on the NBA we focused on some Patron
Now watch that black boy fly”
Track – “Black Boy Fly”
Schoolboy Q
“Hey, Groove the window down, oh, shit I’m getting high
Still I’m cool, no A/C needed
Probly sliding down ya region off this Henny got me leaning
Ain’t no secret that we balling and your ho be refereeing
Bet I make that pussy whistle up and down that booty dribble
Was she foul? Just a little, tech-nical how she nibble, uhh
Ain’t fucking with you losers, all my niggas won
It’s Mr. BetIGotSumWeed, hey, split another one”
Track – “2 Raw”
Ab Soul
“It was all a dream, I swear it never happened
I wrote like Edgar Allan, I was po’ like Edgar Allan
Let me hit the weed, you know I really need that
Missing screws, bending rules like kneecaps
I don’t even know what’s real, I’m just being real
Making moves, you just another human being being still
Play the fool, you jealous dudes are just a plate of food
Tell the truth, I’m the coldest cat sabertooth
Blaze the booth, blaze the Buddha, this ain’t hookah
You hit this shit a few times, you might see the future
Ask my nigga Blocka, we be rolling up that Blanka
Just retire, if I light this fire I might blow your block up”
Track – “Pineal Gland”
SZA
“Ripping the heads off all my Barbie dolls
Toss them to the side, give them convertibles
Click vroom, I like the way it rides up
Ken had it all, Skipper wanted more than
Watching from the sidelines, wish that she had it
She wish that she had it
Here in your backyard, building a fantasy
Fuck reality, do you want to know, know me
Do you want to know me?”
Track – “Child’s Play”
Isaiah RashadÂ
“I write piss test livin’, fuck that shit
Fuck call centers, fuck is this really growin’ up my nigga?
Tax on your motherfuckin’ nuts my nigga
$10.25 what the fuck can a nigga do with $10.25?
Plus your weed habit plus my weed habit and your weed habit
For free givin’ we livin’ with a weed daddy, two kids
Mix that Boosie with that boom-bap
You rap like you need money like you don’t love this
My shit shoot up your jury before you judged this
Pull out, lick on my dick like ain’t it gorgeous
For those that can’t afford this
It be like I got, I got
I got my own world, I got my own mind
Day dreamin’ for a lunch break for my son’s sake
On the run for the funds sake”
Track – “Brenda”
Jay Rock
“I was on the block right, wasn’t in my right mind
Just a young nigga, hustling, trying to get mine
Movin’ with the 9 double M
Niggas like, “You don’t really wanna fuck with him”
Yeah, young teenager, infatuated with paper
Yeah I had to get it cause momma, she wasn’t able
Black and white TV set, no cable
40’s in the fridge, chicken noodles on the table
I wasn’t born with a silver spoon
Child of the ghetto, raised off a different tune
Watching Bob Barker in my living room
If the price was right, I could get you a whole living room
Yeah, them was my gutter ways back in the gutter days
No education but the gutter pays, through it all, I came a long way
From selling the yay, fist fights to gun play, back then”
