RJD2 drop that shit so I can drop my thoughts
Driftin' away and depress all within listening range
Nah, but for real I got so much shit on my mind
From fake motherfuckers to my future I'm trying to get in line
And doing Hip Hop in this life and time
Ain't all nice and fine
At times I feel like my whole life's a rhyme
Full of punchlines and jokes
Fuck-ups and punch-ins
It's like I just can't get shit right
The first time or somethin'
When no one knows your name
And your vinyl's still in stores
Once you get a little life
Through arguing over who feels it more
We got sixteen-year-old net-heads buying garbage
Wanting to keep you for their personal private artist
We don't do shit for the clubs -
It's for us 45's go RJZ archaeologist diggin 'em up
And I'm the saint sent {Saint-Saens}
To vinyl when it gets set to bash
And it's for life until my final mic check is cashed
Yo
I can't fully become my mother's guiding light
Till my dad returns to tell me what the other side is like
I keep the things you taught trapped in mind
I know you cared even though you weren't here half the time
But who am I to blame
I'd probably do the same in your shoes
I never held that against you
Complained or assumed
You never went through what I'm living
Hell who am I kidding?
Depression is practically
A part of family tradition
So I keep the time we shared close
It sucks to lose
It also sucks we had to share the month of june
I woulda shared eternal time before I left
Each year I celebrate my birth
I'm reminded of your death
Driftin' away and depress all within listening range
Nah, but for real I got so much shit on my mind
From fake motherfuckers to my future I'm trying to get in line
And doing Hip Hop in this life and time
Ain't all nice and fine
At times I feel like my whole life's a rhyme
Full of punchlines and jokes
Fuck-ups and punch-ins
It's like I just can't get shit right
The first time or somethin'
When no one knows your name
And your vinyl's still in stores
Once you get a little life
Through arguing over who feels it more
We got sixteen-year-old net-heads buying garbage
Wanting to keep you for their personal private artist
We don't do shit for the clubs -
It's for us 45's go RJZ archaeologist diggin 'em up
And I'm the saint sent {Saint-Saens}
To vinyl when it gets set to bash
And it's for life until my final mic check is cashed
I can't fully become my mother's guiding light
Till my dad returns to tell me what the other side is like
I keep the things you taught trapped in mind
I know you cared even though you weren't here half the time
But who am I to blame
I'd probably do the same in your shoes
I never held that against you
Complained or assumed
You never went through what I'm living
Hell who am I kidding?
Depression is practically
A part of family tradition
So I keep the time we shared close
It sucks to lose
It also sucks we had to share the month of june
I woulda shared eternal time before I left
Each year I celebrate my birth
I'm reminded of your death
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So, there are these periodic, loud squeaking noises throughout this song during the long instrumental part in the middle. They are very unpleasant to listen to, and kind of take away from the beauty of the music (which is very soothing).
Took me a while to figure out why any musician in their right mind would make their song sound this way. But the song is named "June" for a reason; it's about the fact that Copywrite's birthday and the month of his father's death both fall in June, giving him an annual reminder of that pain. I'm not certain, but I think the weird little noise is meant to represent the effect that the month of June has on Copywrite's life; periodically, it comes and serves as an unpleasant reminder of sadness and pain, the same way the noise disrupts the music.
Anyone else agree? I think this song is really deep and interesting, much more so than the average rap song...
What a awsome song it's all about depression and getting over it. Copywrite is sick OH10
this song makes me sick...like free pass to a hang over or somethin its a good song though jus dont sit well with me
jus too bad its been forgotten
Copywrite (the emcee on this track) rhymes about the depression he faced throughout his career in the first verse and then presents an ode to his late father in the second.
As for the song title, the month of June must have shared both copywrite's birthday as well as his father's passing away judging by the last 4 lines of the 2nd verse.
Content aside, Copywrite really rips it up here. Lyrically, it's some very compelling tragedy. This instrumental is MASSIVELY underrated in RJD2's catalog. It's very emotional and moving stuff. Good shit RJ.
"Each year I celebrate my birth" is wrong
It's "Each month I celebrate my birth"