Old Fashioned

by Helldogs Kris

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Helldogs Kris looks at what people around him are doing, what kind of music they are listening to, what clothes they are wearing... and can't help but feel a little old fashioned. This is not because he is old, but rather that he appreciates the tastes of a previous generation. Shopping for vintage clothing, old vinyl records and enjoying the simple pleasures of life are what Dr. Kris prescribes his patients.

The HDK style of hip hop is reminiscent of the old school thanks to his sample selection which stems from his love for music from the past.
There is no theme or concept to this album. It is about taking it easy and doing what you love, even if some people may call you...

...Old Fashioned

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released November 13, 2015

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HDK is a Greek producer based in Manchester, UK. Since signing to Roots of Society he released his debut album Sun Stroked in 2014. He has collaborated with Awon & Dephlow on their critically acclaimed albums Dephacation and Matte Black Soul and appeared on Cult Classic Records compilation Friends & Family 3. HDK strives to promote Hip Hop culture in its purest form. ... more

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Track Name: Like This ft. sLanguage
Intro
(It’s all gangsters gangsters at the top of list,
But I got my own style it goes something like this) x 4

Verse 1:
They say pens are mightier than swords but my weapon’s well respected
I don’t even have to make an Excalibur reference,
You can detect it, any time I’ve written a message
I manage to catch your ear without omitting the essence,
Stayed true to the school where I learned my first lessons
Old school classics, class is in session
In a class of my own and not to be tested
You can trace my roots right back to the fertile crescent.
That’s why I’m underground like earthworms and coffins,
Shallow emcees will put their soul up for auction
So watch your throne while you exercise caution
I’m usurper to your title I claim it as King Author
My aim’s to redefine the term wordsmith
So my minds wheels are steady spinning like the Earth is
But I don’t write rhymes, I pen universes so,
Planets align at my shows where the front row sits

Hook:
(It’s all gangsters gangsters at the top of list,
But I got my own style it goes something like this) x 4
Like what? Like this! x 4

Verse 2:
You’re about ten parsecs away from where my bars set the bar at
The bar’s at arms length, I’m doing the bench press
Been making beats more so I spill ink less,
But I still run laps on tracks, I haven’t lost my step
Just recalibrated passion as I further progress,
My inspirations connected all cause and effect
The music mirrors my soul, so I pause to reflect
On that man in the mirror, now pause for effect
Then applaud for respect,
For artists and architects,
Not perpetuating archetypes while typing the text
That’s the mark of the best, not the marketed beast
We’re trying to target a market that’s partial to artistry
But pardon me, sometimes I tend to overthink
Till I’m overhead in clouds with my figures of speech
Right there where the bar’s sits, on top of the mountain peak
A flagpole on Mt. Olympus for the people to see

(Hook)
Track Name: Back to Basics ft. Kenji (Cuts by DJ Hazey)
Verse 1:
I spend most of my nights lost in this music,
Taking these notes to hope I improve cause if I lose it I’d be
Lost and confused with no fucking sense of direction
Blank stare in the mirror like ‘yo is this my reflection?’
Broke down with nothing but a dream and some hope now,
Cause I got fam in this town faith in my new sound
The homie Bair said ‘be patient and keep it moving’
But it’s hard to face the odds when you down and hate that you losing
Honestly that just make the taste of a win even better
The blood sweat and these tears, put my life in these letters
I’m reppin what I write, and what I write comes from my story
Full of lessons of life and the strife all to the ?
take the knowledge that you givin
Break the bread that you got and enjoy the time that you livin’
Cause all I know is tomorrow was never promised
So while I’m here I’ll show the masses that I’m about this

(Scratch Hook)

Verse 2:
These scars fade but the pain that left still remains
Learning from past mistakes is the way I spark up a change
I’ve been, down for the count
My account touching the negatives
Thinking my life is over for closure shook my composure
And soon staying sober became a challenge,
Downing bottles and sparking the haze to obtain balance
Losing my grip, slipped, I’m crawling, I’m falling now
Giving thanks to the people that saved me stay in the South
Yo I show love where the love is due
Shouting Telepathy, AK and
Buggsy the Frog,
Without my family I have no idea what I would do,
And that’s real, Kenji keep it 100
Slowing down not an option, full throttle I keep it runnin
Slowing down not an option, full throttle I keep it runnin,
Searching for answers and finally glad that I found something

(Scratch Hook)
Track Name: Brazilian Dreams ft. Kenji & Telepathy
Verse One - Kenji :

All I do is kick incredibly dope shit,
Posted in the basement while sippin a potion,
Suppressed all emotion so my mind stay focused,
These third eye perceptions make them chakras open,
Let the energy flow through your body and soul,
We go through life collecting pieces to become a whole.
I finally know my own being I'm in full control,
Just an old soul trying to get his story told.
Never fold to the masses
Coming last is not an option
Let me bear my fangs and spit that lyrical toxin,
The flow stay venomous,
Death is on the premises
Slay and then send you to the second life to reminisce
Boy I'm the real shit, rap to pay my bills shit
Homie you ain't got touch no brail to feel this
Sip from the grail to escape a hell,
All I need in life is music, if I have that I'll prevail,
Well rounded young gentleman,
All about the benjamins,
Love to roll the weed and then take a shot of adrenaline,
Kick it in the country eating prime cuts of venison,
Meditating, zoning out to watch the pendulum
Say fuck the minimum we going for broke,
On the street selling CDs like I'm slanging the dope,
Building up my fanbase trying to tally them votes,
Y'all say that life is a bitch but this is all that she wrote

Verse Two - Telepathy :

Why they asking me for money when they don't even work,
I'm in the club for music you rounding up skirts,
Priorities in motion I got goals from birth,
Plated in gold as we raise out the dirt,
Like we deserve this,
While your fam was lackin' practice G,
Raising you, improper acting on the block,
Now I ain't saying we perfect but we know what are worth is,
And I refuse to work for free when you got your agendas (yeah,yeah) And I'm like lupin (lupin the 3rd) round the edges,
Your plans always fail even when you hire henchman,
I'm snaggin what I need just to leave you cringing,
I'm itchin' for a good fight and I don't think you are one,
i do this for my fam,
You do it for the stardom,
I put battles to rest while you try and start them,
My music is light thoughts your concept is heartburns,
My mental like a light bulb the love is what I start for,
Why you bad decisions like cartons of cigarettes,
Hanging round family that rip you off like nicorette,
Blaming everybody else for all your negatives
When your in control and you flip your placement up.