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Maxim - - CONTENTS - by HI­MAN­SHU SURI

ALT HIP-HOP HEAVY­WEIGHT HI­MAN­SHU SURI (A.K.A. HEEMS) BRINGS THE NOISE

OLD LADY hold­ing purse tight shout shut off that racket / But that racket hap­pen to be me rap­ping out my tax bracket / I told her one man’s noise is another man’s sym­phony / And one man’s trash lid another man’s tim­pani / Couldn’t af­ford gui­tars, we took the sounds that we wanted / To speak on how we felt un­wanted. They say we wan­ton / But it don’t war­rant them want­ing us with ar­rest war­rants / They say our mu­sic is stupid cause it don’t sound like War­rant? / Who de­cides what’s wanted and what’s un­wanted sound / In rap, we take what’s around us to make art that’s found / Like the left­overs and waste that they cooked up with soul / They would take all these noises they’d mold, they’d con­trol / We’d hear all this shout­ing, ’bout our hub­bub and hul­la­baloo / Gullible you, boys make noise, buffed toys, a hell of a crew / Now they clamor for the clamor when it bring the glitz and glam­our / Cam­eras flashing with the fash­ion in the club they get­ting ham­mered / And that com­mo­tion turned the wheels of cap­i­tal­ism into mo­tion / Our noise on top of charts, in ad cam­paigns to sell lo­tion / So I keep my pants sag­ging and I don’t turn my noise down / Be­cause that noise is the voice of the brown sounds in my towns.

Heems’ de­but al­bum, Eat Pray Thug, is out now.

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