Friday Flow: "The Booth" by Bradley Russell

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OSBlog02_FridayFlow_MASTEREvery Friday on the OurStage blog, I’ll be featuring a great example of flow and lyricism in hip hop songs pulled from the OurStage ranks. I’ll get the artist’s thoughts on the song, as well as post the lyrics or best verse so fans can follow the flow themselves.

The DC/Virginia/Maryland area offers us this week’s Friday Flow, “The Booth” by Brad Russell. You could call it a comeback of sorts (though this is ill-advised by LL Cool J). It’s more like coming back from a vacation… a three year vacation. In a collabroation with Uncle Dirty Ward of the Trouble Funk Band, he’s looking to do hip hop the old school way (no cuss words, either).

The song “The Booth” was written by myself, Brad Russell. When I wrote this song I wanted it to be a small biopic of my life in music. I went through a time in my life were I had to make critical, life- changing decisions. I’ve been rapping for years, before my life changed my music and writing was dark, because that’s were I was, in a dark hopeless place. I had stopped writting and rapping for 3 years before I met my man Mitch (Ronald Mitchener). We became good friends and eventually started making songs together. He produced my first CD entitled The MC Project. Actually, “The Booth” was produced by an old friend, DJ Machede. So the song is basically about my trials getting back into writing and performing without being in that dark place, which means no cursing, being totally honest and giving reverence were its due: to God. The song was originally titled “Alter Call.” But we didn’t think the lyrics or hook fit with the title. The singer on the track is my man Uncle Dirty Ward. This dude, to me, is the best singer to come from DC. He currently sings with the legendary Trouble Funk Band. If you are a true hip hop head then you know Trouble Funk was the music behind every Kurtis Blow hit. So if Kurtis Blow pioneered hip hop to mainstream radio, so also did Trouble Funk. I tell you no lies my friend. I wrote the hook for Dirty, in fact I recorded it to give him [Uncle Dirty Ward] an idea of how I wanted the harmony to go. He heard it and totally put his own twist on it. He even messed up on some of the lines, but my man still made it tight.

1st verse

The journeys back in the booth
Light filters breaks and loops
Man I aint been here in awhile so have some patience for Toots
Its been alot of faith doubting
Spiritual soul searching
Now his callings everclear
No more waiting lets get to working
Its the former carpet cleaner
Living hoover, steam breather
Could have got paid in full but I chose to follow the leader
Beats by the most deaf
Background Alicia Keyboard melodies
Lyrics inspired by something heavenly
Turn up your radio in wonder as your spirits grooving
Something to fill your soul so thick that stop chewing
Stop you
Dead in your airs and ask your youngins what you doin’
Spirit fill soul music
Can’t help but to just lose it
I ain’t asking for your love that there will come from up high
If this was supposed to be easy then he shouldnt have died
This is just the corner stone so allow to me introduce
The begin to this ending
The journey’s back in the booth

Uncle Dirty’s Hook:

Life is real and you just made it your wife
Your diamond your pearl and your treat her like crushed ice
Time is raising and money is slow

“I know were you can go”

Demand is high and supplies are so low
The block is hot and the world is so cold
You feel like a baby with no one to hold

“I know were you can go.”

2nd verse
Silver light squares spinning from the ceiling
Big toys banging our noise, what a feeling
People reciting
Bamas not fighting
Feel good to know some youngins out there want to be enlightened
You call him a friend we call him a brother
We blame it on the congressman you blame it on colors
Was raised in the eighties and so was crack
In case you didnt know the Hoyas boys are back
J’s are clean
Wrist game mean
Voice is crisp, tonight you the king
The crowd is rocking your name they mumble
You grab your bus pass just to keep yourself humble
The club is packed to the back of the stairs
The bottles are empty so are the chairs
They give you a cue
They waiting on you
As your palm embraces the mic a sound comes through the light like
(BOOOM)

Hook