UNDUN – The Roots…

“Undun is the story of this kid who becomes criminal, but he wasn’t born criminal. He’s not the nouveau exotic primitive bug-eyed gunrunner like Tupac’s character Bishop in Juice… he’s actually thoughtful and is neither victim nor hero. Just some kid who begins to order his world in a way that makes the most sense to him at a given moment… At the end of the day… isn’t that what we all do?” – The Roots

In this era of big money-made, cookie cutter, commercial, plastic artists who just release a bunch of songs and call it an album, it is extremely refreshing to see a project like The Roots’ upcoming album UNDUN, breaking the monotony, and standing out. UNDUN is not just a collection of random tracks. No. It tells a track-by-track story, it has vision, it is conceptual, it is an album. I can’t wait for December 6th to come, but the album can be pre-ordered now (click on the album cover below).

Until the 6th, The Roots have given us a series of short films, to give us a taste of what’s to come. I must admit, I teared up watching the short film for “Make My” (Check the short films and “Make My” lyrics below). I’m thankful for groups like The Roots, representing real hiphop, giving us the music we want with the message we need.

Make My

(Big K.R.I.T.)

I did it all for the money, Lord
That’s what it seems
Well, in the world of night terrors it’s
Hard to dream, cash rules everything
Just call it cream,
Cause when it rises to the top, you get the finer things
Oceanfronts, rolling blunts with model chicks
And saying grace over lobster and steak
Like please forgive us for
Riding Benzes with camera plates
Too busy looking backwards for jackers to pump my brakes
For help sign to symbolize the lives that hunger takes
Addicted to the green, if I don’t ball I’ll get the shakes
I’d give it all for peace of mind, for Heaven’s sake
My heart’s so heavy that the ropes that hold my casket break
Cause everything that wasn’t for me I had to chase

(Hook)
They told me that the ends
Won’t justify the means
They told me at the end
Don’t justify the dreams
That I’ve had since a child
Maybe I’ll throw in the towel
Make my, make my…
Hardship from the world

(Black Thought)
Tryin’ to control the fits of panic
Unwritten and unraveled, it’s the dead man’s pedantic
Whatever, see it’s really just a matter of semantics
When everybody’s fresh out of collateral to damage
My splaying got me praying like a mantis
I begin to vanish
Feel the pull of the blank canvas
I’m contemplating
That special dedication
To whoever it concern,
My letter of resignation
Fading back to black, my dark coronation
The heat of the day, the long robe of muerte
That soul is in the atmosphere like airplay
If there’s a Heaven I can’t find
A stairway

(Hook)
They told me that the ends
Won’t justify the means
They told me at the end
Don’t justify the dreams
That I’ve had since a child
Maybe I’ll throw in the towel
Make my, make my…
Hardship from the world

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