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"I Can't Breathe​.​" (Single)

by Rising Sun All Stars

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<Verse 1> (Nenjah Nycist) Dragging my feet through the ghetto Busted ass Tims ghostly pavement The street is haunting These Yups upping the rent I can't with this shit could never switch to Clark Kent Air 'em out I gotta vent Somebody mother in the street Cursing her demons fiending And she ain't got no teeth Rather keep leaning Because the drama that she in Ain't far up outta reach Some hit rock bottom Problems they got 'em health care is weak All we get is a "sorry" Hard to sleep When these cops on the beat Choking out motherfuckers that look like me no mystery just misery That change consist of me Until I leave physically It's 'bout time you niggaz mention me Infatuated with making my latest the greatest in history So when you play this envision me In the desert with a mask and a guillotine killing peasants by any means  Got a fifth in the mezzanine Steal the queen of my enemy Gnaw the kitty I'm mini me bitch Its the trinity bitch, motherfuck deputies  Heckling cops like my record clean Getting under they skin I'm leprosy Stepping with weapons I reckon we Should feel threatened but the lack of one Is stressing ain't nothin pleasant In my residency only thing setting me free is R.S.G <Chorus> (Michael Costello) In the city where they take no plea Lord knows what they'll do to me They speak in angry tongues as many men But the devil makes his way in sin <Verse 2> (Nenjah) Family members need providing I'm the only one who got em So whatever you need I got 'em I'm 9 to 5in, barely surviving But the babies gotta eat I'm no stranger to these streets Everybody know me I never start beef Ain't no time for that to say the least Everything is peace Until the beast comes to steal my free But today I can't let it be Harass and threaten me Fuck you mean? I can't stand here I pay ya salary Get the captain, lieutenant Hold hold hold up let me finish I ain't smoking weed or drinking Guinness I'm standing here minding my business You don't serve or protect you pretendin' You back down. I gotta appendix To you, every man with my skin is Supposed to be doing a sentence Revolutionaries can't be politicians  Rising Sun militia in fruition and thats the mission <Bridge> (Ariana Smith) God are you here, or have you gone? I tried my prayers, tried singing my song But Sometimes it seems like You don't know what's going on <Chorus> X 1 <Verse 3/Outro> (M. Costello) My god talks with a New York accent, and skips the bled truth, no predicate, auspicious with his absence and has since blacks, Spanish and Arabs been captured in calamity. (Nenjah) Statements rebuked Leaders are mute Propaganda is truth Funds go to guns Just shoot  Murder a man and won't puke Bullets whistle by the youth Hit ya group All for the love of the loot (M. Costello) With a crooked smile hiding still demeanor from the hilt/ they watched your god use his apathy and pity just to guilt/ Rid the still...of the cut... that the fiendish use/ force fed the hood guns and undercooked fast food  (Nenjah) America's nightmare my race and my gender Uncle Sam ain't no kin to Me just my enemy No guns no revolution you ain't saying none I'm a don to the dumb Never succumb  (M. Costello) Fuck the cop that killed Eric Fuck that stupid ass medic And anyone that ain't said it Fuck his underpaid brethren who abandon my city.  They were sworn to protect it. (Nenjah) Now we got snipers on the roof, ready to shoot, stars in my boot, rioters loot, wires are loose death is aloof surrounded by troops Overturned coupes Explosions and nukes We at war
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<Verse 1> (Nenjah Nycist) Dragging my feet through the ghetto Busted ass Tims ghostly pavement The street is haunting These Yups upping the rent I can't with this ---- could never switch to Clark Kent Air 'em out I gotta vent Somebody mother in the street Cursing her demons fiending And she ain't got no teeth Rather keep leaning Because the drama that she in Ain't far up outta reach Some hit rock bottom Problems they got 'em health care is weak All we get is a "sorry" Hard to sleep When these cops on the beat Choking out ------------- that look like me no mystery just misery That change consist of me Until I leave physically It's 'bout time you ------ mention me Infatuated with making my latest the greatest in history So when you play this envision me In the desert with a mask and a guillotine killing peasants by any means  Got a fifth in the mezzanine Steal the queen of my enemy Gnaw the kitty I'm mini me ----- Its the trinity -----, ---------- deputies  Heckling cops like my record clean Getting under they skin I'm leprosy Stepping with weapons I reckon we Should feel threatened but the lack of one Is stressing ain't nothin pleasant In my residency only thing setting me free is R.S.G <Chorus> (Michael Costello) In the city where they take no plea Lord knows what they'll do to me They speak in angry tongues as many men But the devil makes his way in sin <Verse 2> (Nenjah) Family members need providing I'm the only one who got em So whatever you need I got 'em I'm 9 to 5in, barely surviving But the babies gotta eat I'm no stranger to these streets Everybody know me I never start beef Ain't no time for that to say the least Everything is peace Until the beast comes to steal my free But today I can't let it be Harass and threaten me ---- you mean? I can't stand here I pay ya salary Get the captain, lieutenant Hold hold hold up let me finish I ain't smoking ---- or drinking Guinness I'm standing here minding my business You don't serve or protect you pretendin' You back down. I gotta appendix To you, every man with my skin is Supposed to be doing a sentence Revolutionaries can't be politicians  Rising Sun militia in fruition and thats the mission <Bridge> (Ariana Smith) God are you here, or have you gone? I tried my prayers, tried singing my song But, Sometimes it seems Like, You don't know what's going on <Chorus> X 1 <Verse 3/Outro> (M. Costello) My god talks with a New York accent, and skips the bled truth, no predicate, auspicious with his absence and has since blacks, Spanish and Arabs been captured in calamity. (Nenjah) Statements rebuked Leaders are mute Propaganda is truth Funds go to guns Just shoot  Murder a man and won't puke Bullets whistle by the youth Hit ya group All for the love of the loot (M. Costello) With a crooked smile hiding still demeanor from the hilt/ they watched your god use his apathy and pity just to guilt/ Rid the still...of the cut... that the fiendish use/ force fed the hood guns and undercooked fast food  (Nenjah) America's nightmare my race and my gender Uncle Sam ain't no kin to Me just my enemy No guns no revolution you ain't saying none I'm a don to the dumb Never succumb  (M. Costello) ---- the cop that killed Eric ---- that stupid --- medic And anyone that ain't said it ---- his underpaid brethren who abandon my city.  They were sworn to protect it. (Nenjah) Now we got snipers on the roof, ready to shoot, stars in my boot, rioters loot, wires are loose death is aloof surrounded by troops Overturned coupes Explosions and nukes We at war

about

"I Can't Breathe" was written in the wake of recurring national tragedies. Recorded just a few feet from the scene of our personal friend Eric Garner's untimely death, the songs lyrics reflect both anger and sorrow, while the music carries the backbeat of our Staten Island roots.

All proceeds will be donated to the Garner family.

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released December 10, 2014

Lyrics written by Nenjah Nycist, Michael Costello & Ariana Smith
Music written by Gary Nieves Jr

Nenjah Nycist - Vocals/MC (verses)
Michael Costello - Vocals/MC (verse 3 & chorus)
Ariana Smith - Vocals (bridge)

Pat Nowak - Lead guitar
Dave Giordano - Rhythm Guitar
Gary Nieves Jr - Bass, additional fuzz guitar
AJ Pantaleo - Drums
Ruben Nieves - Additional Percussion

Chanting recorded August 23, 2014 @ the "We Will Not Go Back" march in Staten Island


Recorded and produced by Gary Nieves Jr @ Cobra Sun Studio in Staten Island, NY 10301

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The Rising Sun All Stars are a hip hop music collective from Staten Island, New York.

From its inception, the group has consisted of a live band. The brainchild of Gary Nieves Jr (Redman, RZA, Joey Bada$$, Nicole Wray) their sound has gone through several iterations over the years, ranging from soulful R&B to gritty underground Hip Hop.
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