LIFE ON FILM [New Noise #027]

LIFE ON FILM - GAT$

It's been a while but you put the little cardboard square under your tongue. A manic Felix the Cat adorns the blotter paper, seems like a good sign.

what could go wrong?

It's another nothing night in a nothing town but at least you can trip out technicolor style. You and the homies mob over to blockbuster to try and grab a new release. It's late Friday night and the shelves are mostly picked clean. Ya'll decide to split up see who can find what amongst the racks.

It must be close to shutdown time or something because some crazy beats start bumping over the house speakers - the employees must be playing their own music (?)

a time before the slap

LIFE ON FILM

[WHAT YOU ON 0:00 ?!]

Detuned pianos melt in the air like Dali's clocks. The keys trickle out of the speakers filling the rental spot. Through the windows the leaves timelapse from green to orange brown and some fall from their branches. A single tear drop falls from the mother's chee....wait what?

You laugh to yourself remembering you're definitely on the "come up" by now...

Right - feelin wavy. This sh!t bout to be like a movie! [GAT$]

"What you on

I been chain smokin endo

for like 3 days

ya we outside

im maxin out on the freeway

i got demons dots and dollars

on my mind it's sleez-zay

ok ok ok ok ok film it..."

The lights flicker out before springing back to life. You and the homies glance a "wtf" at each other over the shelves.

Just then you thought

you saw what looked like a battery charger or camcorder recording red light somewhere from the employees only section.

Whatever.

Your other homies link up with you at the register.

"What'd you get" He shows you the case.

LIFE ON FILM - GAT$

He says it's some biopic or something about a rapper or someone.

Your crew zig zags through the darkening streets back to the crib. Bodies hit couches and cushions while Your One Homie pushes the VHS into the slot.

"What was with that place?"

"Ahh whatever this sh!ts about to start"

[WHITE BRONCO 0:00]

On screen two characters - GAT$ in the passenger while REASON pushes the white bronco. Silky tunes pound out of their stereo into your reality. Perfect music to watch smoke ribbons to - a little somethin somethin for the somethin somethins. Gossamer strands of vocal interweave with the keys...

Cruising the interstate late night, the duo seem like they're on a mission of some sorts but one that requires cool calmness. [GAT$ 1:33]

"The lights got too bright

many young n%$# couldn't handle the flare

flight after flight she gonna understand why a real n%$# not there

pictures of me on the TV and under that a real n%$# rare"

The two are kickin rhymes back and forth over the beat. GAT$ has a very easy manner in his delivery. Nothing over powering, clean execution on the mic and harmonized with the spirit of the beat he glides.

mindin' my business

[REASON 2:25]

"I gotta put life in the music that's pivotal

love this to death and i meant that sh!t literal

the stress and the sickness that go into chasing your dreams

should be studied it's clinical

I think bout OJ ridin' off in that White Bronco with same kinda...."

Reason is high off the energy and fired up in his response, coming from the chest and marking his spot on the track as a feature should.

As they pull up to a small town to finish their unknown mission, Reason gets out of the Bronco and heads into the night.

GAT$ pull off weaving into a more residential area.

He pushes play on one more jam as he slow rolls to his destination.

[JUST 2 MUCH 0:00]

The funk of the bass is undeniable, 20 inch subs almost lifting the Bronco off the pavement with every throb. Chords from another era splash around on the sonic canvas as he slithers around the hood.

"Porno bras F^%$# up at the Godfrey

I'm actin un-Godly Ma I'm sorry! Miley sold her soul just to party

too many hoes up in the lobby

Don't call me!"

The flow is something like a sax solo, slalom through syllables, effortlessly ending in satisfying harmonies. Melodic rap without being sugar sweet. This is good sh!t.

Wait....You notice the house he's pulling up to looks just like yours? At the same time you feel the bass blowing your doors down.

High as f*ck and tripping out you go to rush outside but by the time you get there Gat$ is no where in sight, just a key for a white bronco hanging on your mailbox with a tag attached:

LIFE ON FILM

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