1. Point Blank* (3:39)
2. A.L.A.R.M.* (6:10)
3. Hear the Flow (4:46)
4. Peace of What? (2:31)
5. The Darkness* (5:16)
6. No Trouble* (2:08)
7. This Ain't Nothin' (4:08)
8. Break It Down (4:32)
9. Smooth As It Goes (5:54)
10. Busta, You're My Hero (1:40)
11. Misc. Joint (3:00) Bonus demo tracks, available on CD only:
12. What We Do (1:51)
13. Better Off Dead (4:18)
14. X(XX)-on (5:33)
I give it to ya Point Blank Hence the name Marksman Writin' rhymes, tellin' you like it is Makin' sparks, and I know this shit don't fit my persona... Do I look someone that rocks the microphone? Huh? I take pride in my whiteness While brothers blubber ebonics I practice politeness, and proper grammar I never stammer And if I did a crime, which I wouldn't I would die before I went to the slammer Because that's just a waste of a lifetime When times are hard, use your mind Not a .9 I know, talk is cheap But at least you can afford it Take it for what it's worth Or else just ignore it And that comes from one Who never went to college But still stands tall and proud Burstin' with knowledge I thank God I look good In fact, I look REAL good If you think I'm conceited then I've been misunderstood Confidence is the key Words to live by So many die unhappy cuz they didn't try To take that giant step Into the unknown They'd rather live alone, why? They're gonna die alone! Why people wanna waste their earthly time I can't understand I'm just doin' my part to lend a helpin' hand To my fellow man So I reach the Promised Land And start from the beginning Back to where it all began.
CHORUS: Point Blank, cuz when you come, come correct I'M comin' correct and direct, gainin' respect Point Blank...when you come, come correct I'm pullin' no punches and keepin' suckers in check.
People tend to get to me When I let the bass go They say it's too loud Is it, just cuz they say so? So do I turn it down? HELL, no! Yo, do I turn it down? Imagine that! Do I turn it down? FUCK, no! There's a sayin' If it's too damn loud, you're too damn old! The new generation is in effect Collectin' cash money and cashin' checks But never forgettin' where we began Rememberin' our childhood homes Away from which we ran Kickin' up sand cuz life is just a beach Searchin' for happiness that's STILL out of reach Keep on prayin' to the Lord Cuz we can't give up hope That He may, everyday, help us to cope It takes much discipline, I gotta say, but As the Disciples Dissin' Discipline We're livin' that way We know our right from wrong And we always stay right Unless a sucker motherfucker steps up And wants to fight In the name of the Father The Son and Holy Spirit We're cappin' ya Point Blank So everybody fear it.
California, I'm cappin' ya Point Blank Mexico, I'm cappin' ya Point Blank Puerto Rico, I'm cappin' ya Point Blank Buffalo...I'm comin' at ya Point Blank.
Punk bitches, I'm cappin' ya Point Blank Hypocrites, I'm cappin' ya Point Blank Corrupt police people, I'm cappin' ya Point Blank All pretty ladies, I'm comin' at ya Point Blank.
Drug users, I'm cappin' ya Point Blank Alcoholics, I'm cappin' ya Point Blank Men beatin' up on their women, cappin' ya Point Blank Imitators...I'm comin' at ya Point Blank.
Rednecks, I'm cappin' ya Point Blank Don't talk shit or I'll be cappin' ya Point Blank Don't test me or I'll be cappin' ya Point Blank If you're down, I'm comin' at ya Point Blank.
Armed Like A Renegade Mercenary
A-L-A-R-M, I'm on a mission From God The power of Christ compells you, now listen If you ain't down with the Good News Choose or lose, clown Heaven-sent, or hell-bound It makes no difference to me and my posse The Disciples Dissin' Discipline is who we be You won't see me or hear me As I creep No time to watch your back So don't sleep I'm fully strapped Ready to peel a fool's cap back The minute he steps to me and pops that bullcrap Jack, just step back Before you get smacked My crew is a militia that's about to attack The Black Panthers flipped inside out is us The White Cheetahs You NEED us Cuz no one can beat us We're invincible It's visible, fool, that you're a faker A heartbreaker Now you just met your maker Our calling card reads the triple-D Just like D.D.T. We're deadly as we wanna be And we got short fuses You can't diffuse us Your knick-knack-paddy-wack games don't amuse us And suckers who diss We dismiss with prejudice HELL naw, they ain't shit to us Cuz this is OUR business And they need to exit it Because WE invented it And now they get smoked Well, they could have prevented it But NOO...They had to go and act smart Talkin' behind our backs Frontin' like they had heart But hot DAMN, minuteman With a zip, and boom-bam! You're kissin' the pavement And realize you ain't flam In order to get with us, yo You need a game plan But even with a game plan You end up in pain, man Gimme all the mean looks you want You don't scare me A-L-A-R-M, I'm you're huckleberry.
Armed Like A Renegade Mercenary
On the real tip I never used to be one To start no trouble I used to keep to myself, that's it I never talked about nobody And that kept me from gettin' into trouble I never saw a rumble But then I got a girl And that's when the shit started Enter Mr. Marksman Cuz Mr. Nice Guy departed I saw how ignorant fools really are, today They see a couple in love And try to get in the way Tellin' lies that I'm foolin' 'round, behind her back All the while, they're tryin' to get my boo in the sack She wasn't havin' it And when I found out I cold flipped, and tripped My temper flared, and ALL that shit Ever since then, my mentality is fuck 'em all If you dare to test me You care to take a fall And don't let my old man hear about a brawl His Wrecking Crew is rougher than mine It just takes a phone call They don't give a DAMN Who feels like actin' up If you're a cop, it don't matter You're probably corrupt Now that my girl and myself are no longer And no other girl wants to talk to me I've gotten stronger Bottom line bein' that if you step up You step down Music man, hit the ALARM sound.
Armed Like A Renegade Mercenary
The Disciples Dissin' Discipline That's the crew that I'm in The boys are in back While I'm in front, with the rhymin' There's Don with the quick step He fights with a lead pipe And Bob on his side Bustin' shit with a left, right Straight to your jaw Til' he hears you mumble "uncle" Then comes Roger and Curtis Now there's a rumble Claimin' backup is Owen and Greg Out to break legs Tom's takin' charge Now you're walkin' on pegs We got the brothers Doc's wreckin' shop, feedin' you soil Makin' you choke on it You're fallin' victim to turmoil Tahir's oppressin' ya Molestin' ya, testin' ya Piss on Islam, and his fists are blessin' ya Chauncey, Teddy, Henry Get NUFF respect Forrest, Hollis and Thomas Got your shit in check Nate and Tony and Will Makin' ya feel ill And Phil, Sam and Tuffy Show you the real deal My crew even spreads out from town to town If I got beef My back is covered from all around From the days of wayback Richie's bustin' caps with a 40 And Derek and Ed Are known for bein' naughty Oh, the ladies... There's several in our clan There's Lisa and Jenny But no respect to MaryAnn There's Leah, Michelle and Chris Don't ever diss this The honey's are hostile They're FAR from Swiss Miss And if I had a girl She wouldn't be a member But she'd be all that I'd live for I could NEVER forget her And if you'd mess with her You'd mess with me and the posse We'd pull out a bottle Like Martini and Rossi And smash your head And crash your head, and then some Next thing you know, you're on the ground You're overcome But what'd you expect? You thought we wouldn't find out? It just so happens it gets back to us quick Cuz we got much clout Suckers be warned The Hit List is gettin' large And nothin' can save ya Not even camouflage.
Armed Like A Renegade Mercenary
"Hear the Flow"
Hear the Flow with no slow tempo...
Here's a flow with no slow tempo Without a curse I gotta rehearse a verse first Burstin' bubbles Makin' trouble for MC's Say PLEASE Before you test crackers like these We're a band, and you're a fan We're like the Klan We stick together and we're better We take a stand Against fools like you What YOU gonna do When White Lightnin' strikes the ground You're through Boo! I ain't a racist, and I ain't prejudiced All I'm sayin' to you studio gangsters is I'm bettin' this Shit you're poppin' is all a fantasy YOU couldn't bust a cap Don't try handin' me that nonsense Anyone with common sense could tell ya That bullshit ain't gonna sell, huh The days of NWA are over and done with Even Dre says "that's it" Besides, did you ever see them get a Grammy? Nope Don't try denyin' it I KNOW you understand me Look where that shit got Tupac Laid to rest One lung left in his chest Now who's next? Who needs the military? We got our own war in the streets One after another gets beat Day after day And night after night Way back in the day It all came down to a fistfight It's much too easy, nowadays For one to get a gat Too many comin' back strapped.
(Ya know? And a man can't even get a pack of cigarettes without the proper ID... Ain't THAT a bitch)
Hear the flow with no slow tempo...
Here's a flow with
no slow tempo I caught ya prayin', mantis Oh no, I didn't plan this It's from the top of my head I heard somebody said I'm a white-bred, cracker jack, Right Said Fred-head Who's got no business in the rappin' game Isn't that funny? When it comes to fame I'M the one the suckers claim Ironic, isn't it? Though I must admit it After this album hits a million I'll probably forget it It's just to prove to myself That I'm as funky As any jungle monkey Gettin' paid, rockin' the mic And dissin' honkeys Yo, where'd you get that beat from? They ask, I respond "Does a magician give out his secrets? Relax!" If it sounds familiar It's deja vu like a motherfucker The first time around deserved another Play, hey hey hey! I'm into recyclin' Glass, plastic, papers, beats I get hyper when I hear an unfamiliar break beat I come on the sheets Not really, but I loop it And make it complete So much for THIS magician keepin' quiet Nevertheless it's copywritten So don't even try it Buy it, don't deny it It's smooth as it can be Flavor you savor, sweeter than candy I make my music for the strippers Erotic dancers, showgirls Whatever you fancy to call 'em So many suckers wanna ball 'em With no respect No, they don't love 'em They just wanna maul 'em, damn! Why must there always be Someone to spoil a good thing I'm ashamed to be a man Cuz I don't think with my ding-a-ling You won't see me at the "gentleman's club", G If that's what you call their clientele That ain't me.
(I mean, you MIGHT happen to see me there... If it's a stag party or somethin'. I can't go out like a party pooper)
Here's a flow with no slow tempo...
It's time to break it down Before it's time to break outta here Never fear, I'll be back next year To bring you somethin' new to continue Addin' lighter, brighter Hype flavor to the menu Can you dig it? I-I knew that you could I'm a prized possession Like a man's mornin' wood I'm too good to let go Better than the rest I treat others like they were Elliot Ness I'd be afraid to diss 'em Cuz I hate to start shit But if some comes about I'm finishin' it I got long hair I got white skin I don't wear sneaks But I know Nike's "in" I was raised Catholic Now I begin again I'm down with Jesus Praisin' Allah's a sin I love white girls So brother, don't worry about me Takin' your sister I wouldn't even kiss her I sport International Male "Got it goin' on" gear Never seen in Timberlands And Walker Wear I don't smoke blunts I treasure each and every one of my brain cells Pray tell, plus the bud smells These are some differences But here's a similarity With clarity Someone like me is a rarity Because I look good Hip-hop still looks good Got the picture, Black? I hope it's understood All that SHOULD be important is makin' music Not WHO'S makin' it, but how we use it Kick the facts And stay on point Don't be negative... Let's rock the joint!
"Peace of What?"
(Aw, yeah. This is The Marksman, in full effect. Kickin' it in my home studio, AKA "The Coolout Shelter," you know what I'm sayin'? Here in sunny Charlotte, North Carolina. I had to relocate the studio, a LONG way from Buffalo, New York, where I was born and raised. I say I had to relocate because if I put up with one more winter in Buffalo I would have died...so I said "Fuck this!" So some people want some personal stats...alright. I was born Mark Christopher Baranowski on April 28, 1974...Yeah, I'm Polish, so whatchu sayin'? Alright, that's personal enough. You wanna get more personal, write me a letter. I'll answer it personally. Anyway, this record's about the state of the world today, and what it's gonna be like tomorrow if we all don't chill the fuck out, you know what I'm sayin'?
Black boy Raised in the hood Goes to school, but ain't doin' too good Forget about it Why beat a dead horse? Does without it He'll use the Force Knowledge gained only in the street You step to homeboy Your ass gets beat No questions asked No answers given Any more static, you're no longer livin' Givin' a bad case of the brain drain If your head gets in the way of the bullet No more pain On the contrary, if you don't die You'll wish you did Livin' as a veggie's a lifetime bid Where could this rage have come from? Reason...what could it be? I don't know, you tell me! An unhappy home? No father figure? Cruel motherfuckers, too many callin' him "nigger"? Whatever the explanation Throughout the nation This, for instance, makes NO sense But if he try to step to ME I'll show him the meanin' of white p-r-i-d-e
(Hold it! I said hold it!....THAT'S what I'm talkin' about! It's this never-ending cycle of revenge, and one ignorant fool tryin' to rule over the other guy that's gonna bring this world to an end. We are, INDEED, headin' for Armaggedon, and it's like that! You all know what you NEED to be doin'...There's just too many of you that are too stubborn to take action. But I wouldn't want anybody preachin' to me, so you know what? I'm not even gonna say anymore. As a matter of fact, hell with the record, too. Just think about it.)
The Darkness Surroundin' me as I stroll down the block Been walkin' awhile But I don't look at the clock I mean, watch on my wrist Which is temptin' me quite a bit I'm havin' a vision of a knife and a slit But naw, I would never have the gutsTo pull one of them moves Since life is a game Doin' that would make me lose And I ain't a loser I've been taught to be a winner Sure, I've made some mistakes But in the end, we're ALL sinners These things I think about at times like this When problem-solving is difficult It's what I hate to get involved in But nevertheless, these problems keep on occurrin' Between me, my family and friends It seems that we're in a constant struggle To see which one is the most stubborn This shit will continue on Until ONE of us learns To leggo the ego And strive for some compromise Cuz if we did So many teary eyes wouldn't be advertised What's goin' on? It's hard to keep goin' on When everything in life Seems to keep goin' wrong Lord, grant me the strength to persevere Show me the light So I may conquer my fear.
The Darkness swallows me It's gettin' hard to breathe It taunts me, holds me fast Tells me I can't leave Every sound is magnified, it's deafening I cover my ears But I can still hear everything Who's that? Are they talkin' about ME? Maybe... Christ, I'm paranoid Why won't you SAVE me From myself I can't do it alone I'm afraid to go home Strangers tie up my telephone Nothin' but wrong numbers Does anyone know I'm alive? Does anyone care if I live or die? I don't know how much farther down This pit of despair can take me If this is a dream, someone please wake me! I don't wanna hit the flatline Bring back reality I don't wanna be the one labelled a technicality Hands reachin' out of the night Tryin' to drag me down I fall to my knees Then they lead me underground Without a sound Eyes wide, it doesn't matter Even if I had 'em closed There'd be no ignoring the chatter Of the tiny demons in my head Tellin' me to do things That make me think I'm better off dead "Destroy your enemy, And then destroy yourself... This world will only wear down your body And your mental health... You owe it to yourself, SAVE yourself Pick up the gun you use to advertise yourself with... You get it? Get with it."
Then out of the Darkness There comes a great beam of light All the creatures, in fright, take flight Like the vermin of the world Scared of the Chosen Take it however, scared stiff Or simply frozen They know their time is gettin' shorter Crime doesn't pay Is all I have to say In the end, there's no other way But righteousness I thank the Lord I realized in time If my head hadn't cleared when it did I would have lost my mind Life's too short to begin with We're better off Keepin' a positive attitude It doesn't make you "soft" Too many people pretend They're stronger than they really are Open yourself to others On your own, you won't get far People make up a family Somewhere SOMEBODY cares for ya Open your heart and THEN your mouth They can't ignore ya You're never alone As a rapper, I make it known Though I may promote weaponry Hatred ain't what I condone We only live twice If not for this life, do it for the next Our earthly purpose isn't all about sex And money, and goin' for yours There's others to think about Live every day like it's your last Peace...I'm out.
"This Ain't Nothin'"
This ain't nothin' But somethin' to bob your head to No intro is necessary Just let me step through Your speakers The honeys in the crowd are gettin' weaker The fellas are jellin' me Cuz their chance is gettin' bleaker And ooh!, it's gotta hurt Yeah I know the feelin', partner For years, every weekend Left me goin' home harder and harder With no one but Rosie de Palma to ease me I prayed and I prayed Someone would come along and please me But this gave me nothin' But time to focus on myself I started workin' and rymin' And increasin' my mental health And good things really DO come to those souls who wait Here I am YOU may have brought her But now she's MY date Then again I don't want her, you can have her She's too fat for me, see I got my conditions I ain't a freak My name ain't Humpty To all the pretty SKINNY girls in the audience Sway to this... Raise your hands You won't be missed.
This ain't nothin' but somethin' to bob your head to...
After a show I go through the remainin' ho's I mean honeys Who ain't tired And didn't blow all of their money I pick out the best one Or two, or maybe three We'll go out for pie and coffee Of course they'll wanna treat me So I let 'em Thinkin' about how wet I'm gonna get 'em When I bet 'em We won't be in my shower Two hours after I met 'em That's how it goes With me and ho's (HONEYS) Well, is it because I got so much soul, or money It makes me wonder Then all doubts diminish When I take home a virgin Who doesn't want me to finish And cries that she loves me The next mornin', uh-oh... Do I fall in love? I've so often heard it's a no-no I don't know Although it's never as good as the first time I probably could get used to THIS girl She's divine And I'll never forget When she first took a look at the schwantz And squealed... "It's just my bungee cord, call it Johnson" Tryin' to please me She asked what she should do I wasn't ready to screw I said, "Just do what you must get used to."
Cuz this ain't nothin' but somethin' to bob your head to...
Last, but not least The matter of this beat I gotta rule It's GOTTA be funky Or else I hit DELETE For the street Certain people insist on a sound that bumps Heard from miles away It's like a bomb in your trunk I don't choose to use a bass line In everything I do The purpose gets defeated When the police have to harass you
For playin' it too loud Disturbin' the peace, and such And if your speaker blows I'd say there's too much "Turn it down" But that ain't what I make this shit for It's another form of expression Whether mellow or hardcore Cuz I can flip the script As well as any other motherfuckin' brother So get out my grill Ignorant sucker And deal with the fact That I don't have to be black Or come strapped To talk shit I use my rap to back it up with And I'm gonna be around a long time Get used to me My style, my profile Your girl wantin' to do me And all for the sake of makin' music If you got it, flaunt it... If you don't use it, you lose it.
And that's the truth... It's to the youth... Remember... This ain't nothin' but somethin' to bob your head to...
"Break It Down"
I don't often dance But I like to Take me out You never know what I might do Once I see the girls In the tight pants How can I resist? I'll take a chance Move me, soothe me Groove with me Girl, I'll take you home If you do me Sometime next week Or two, or three Or next month I can wait, but don't front If you don't want me Let me know NOW I'll make ya say WOW Cuz I got the know-how Fellas seem to keep gettin' jealous When I step into the place They get careless They talk junk about me And then the girls wanna know if it's true Then they don't wanna leave without me! Damn I'll tell ya I wish it didn't take me so long To get my groove on I woulda had it goin' on All the way back To the first grade Ah, well... So I was delayed Now I play my cards right Cuz I know What's in my best interest I never go Off the path That stays straight and narrow Just like the bone Not the one with the marrow Care o-f M-a-r-k-s-m-a-n Once I've taken a breath I'll begin again Break it down.
Breakdown, go ahead and give it to me Breakdown, break down...
It's a party jam Man, it's quite flam It ain't for slow dancin' Hand-in-hand And the past tense of run is ran It's a sin to say, "Goddamn!" This is a freestyle Straight from The Marksman Beware of the sirens Because I'm alarmin' Just like Prince Charmin' I'm a truly romantic Frantic white boy With amazing antics I rock the mic Unlike any other sucker MC Who thinks he can beat me Believe me If you attempt to step with pep You're wrecked You should have known Because behind your ears You're still wet So take time to grow up Or throw up You know what? Your ho gives up butt for a cut Now she's a dough nut But I would never glaze her Or graze her, or phase her Call me The Ripper I'd just pull out my razor And slash her Now I just caused a disaster But I don't give a damn That's the life of a masher I'll bet I had you thinkin' my mind is psychotic Not quite I ain't the one that's doin' narcotic I know you're feelin' the effects of the high I guess that's why There's red in your eye And you struggle to get by Lots of luck, boy You're sure gonna need some You said you're a B-boy I label you B-bum You scum Get off of the crack pipe You ass wipe While you were suckin' Your girl was fuckin' me, last night And DAMN it was hype She must have learned from a master When I started laggin' She STILL wanted it faster! Nuff respect to her For cheatin' on you, punk Now she's part of MY crew Cuz we got the new funk So break it down.
Breakdown, go ahead and give it to me Breakdown, break down...
B-r-e-a-k I-t D-o-w-n And then I begin again The groove is smooth And I'll improve the jack move And you can't prove That my lyrics don't soothe Cuz when I'm in the mood I warm hearts and spark minds Dim the lights Until the rhyme is outta time Then rewind So you can listen again and again Tell a friend So we can teach the children To stay on the straight and narrow path You laugh It may sound amusing But think of the aftermath... Down and out But not in Beverly Hills The cup of life is leakin' And we're all out of refills This shit is ill But somethin' we must consider And if the kids don't wanna listen There's always the sitter Cuz for yourself You must strive for wealth And good health You'll get there one day With or without stealth And once you arrive You'll never want to turn back What, you worry? You ain't tryin' to hear that So knowledge, peace Clean sheets, and understandin' Love for yourself And others I'm demandin' Break it down.
"Smooth As It Goes"
Smooth as it goes And very mellow Like a willow Slip into somethin' comfortable Lay down on the pillow And take it easy Relax I'll be here for ya I got our night planned out And it ain't gonna bore ya, girl The moonglow's comin' through the window As I go Over to ya And in a whisper I let ya know... "Tonight we're gonna be in a paradise of our own" We're finally alone So reach over And unplug the phone Girl, let's get busy I'll make it gentle And tender And smooth Do what you like, I'll approve I've waited long, it's been hard VERY hard No pun intended You know I respect ya Don't wanna get you offended I'm only human If I get carried away Just stop me I'd hate for you to love me and tease me Then drop me I'd never do it to YOU Don't do it to ME, please I love you, you're my lady Not just a single night skeeze I need you as a partner and friend Not just a lover And now I'm gonna love you Like I never loved another So close your eyes And let me start to do work You'll be in ecstasy Cuz I won't try to make it hurt And now we proceed To move into the groove And I'll soothe your mood Because tonight I'll be smooth.
To get the night started right I gently kiss your lips The way you're rubbin' and lovin' me How can I resist? I lean into you And suck on your neck And tickle your ear I'm not gonna bite ya Unless you want me to, my dear So now you're gettin' hot And you don't want me to stop kissin' Along your whole body There's no spot I'll be missin' So I make my way Down to your chest I mean breasts And keep on travellin' south Yeah, you know the rest Your legs are silky and smooth Like in the name of this jam What's that? You want more? Then grab ahold of my hand And place it anywhere Onto your lovely body you'd like to I'd do ANYTHING, with pleasure There's no end to what I'd do You say I should slow it down We're movin' too fast The night is still young And you wanna make it last So I ease back Just a little, not too much You've got me heated up And I melt at your touch Pretty soon Moan and groan On and on and on We keep it up until dawn And then we finally fall asleep in each other's arms We don't wanna move Could I have made it TOO smooth?
Now that the night is through I turn over and see You breathin' so softly and peacefully Right next to me I reach out And I caress your face and smile Because I know I've finally found a girl To make my life worthwhile Before I had you I had nothin', I was lonely Now my life has reached a new height All this time that you've known me I pray that we're together forever Baby, I want you And there's no one Who could love you HALF as much as I do I know that for a fact Just from the way that I feel Some say it's not true love But I KNOW it's for real A lot of people enjoy gettin' in our business Forget 'em They like to keep on talkin' their nonsense Well let 'em Cuz if we just ignore 'em We'll be fine for a long time As long as we keep sayin' That I'm yours and you're mine But in the meantime No more talkin' Let's get with this here We'll start all over First I kiss your neck And tickle your ear And so on And like I said before We keep on Until the break of dawn Or til our energy's gone Whichever comes first But til then, let's keep goin' Because the longer we're together The more our love is growin'.
"Busta, You're My Hero"
Busta, Busta, you're my hero...
I'm smooth as a gumdrop After it's gotten sucked on For half an hour Hit the showers Brothers cower as I flower Devour competition Wishin' their commission Was HALF as high as mine FILTHY SWINE! Gimme the girl, now she's mine Jenny McCarthy You gotta put me on Baby, you got it goin' on That's word is bond You make my heart sing I'll sing you a lullaby You'll think you're in heaven Then the number 7 Plus 62 is what we can do Got a clue? OOOH! I'm gettin' off-track Now bring me back To this land of peace and unity Equal opportunity for the black AND the white Oh, hold up I must be dreamin' In THAT respect Cuz Uncle Sammy WAS the enemy Til he got himself in check Not sayin' no names I'd like to live til I'm 92 Not 22 Just take a look at Malcolm He's through Oh Busta, Busta PLEASE Busta, help me I'm gettin' too deep! I only wanted to freestyle I won't be able to sleep! Teach me to do like YOU do Cuz I just don't know HOW to Pick up the mic And give 'em somethin' on nothin' B, you're my hero.
Point Blank reviews: "Marksman Nears What Rap Should Be"
Point Blank by The Marksman is different than most rap you've probably ever heard. First of all, he's white, but Everlast has proven that does not matter, and The Marksman just adds more evidence to that fact. Secondly, he speaks from his heart. Most rap out there is either on a major label, or is trying to attract a major label. That means they'll make what they think will sell, even if they're lyrics are all fake. If for no other reason, The Marksman's honesty in his lyrics makes his CD worth listening to, if not buying. It doesn't have the appeal to listen to at mindless parties where everyone is drunk. Instead, Point Blank is a CD to listen to when you are sick of the studio gangsters, and all those CDs that have pages of lyrics, but still say absolutely nothing.
The Marksman also deserves a lot of respect for writing and producing his own CD in his own home studio. I look forward to his next CD because I know his producing abilities will only improve, and his music will likely evolve into something great. I hope he gets the chance to release another album.
He opens the CD will the title track, Point Blank. As the listener hears the lyrics in the song, he or she starts to wonder if he's cocky like every other rapper, but after about 30 seconds, you know he's not. He just has a lot of confidence, which is very important to anyone trying to do anything. The first track is also where you realize he is speaking from his heart, and does have some true words of wisdom.
As the CD continues, the beats get phatter, and you can tell he put some time into his music. He doesn't just loop a beat like a lot of rap. This is most evident in the third track, Hear The Flow. In Hear The Flow is where you hear The Marksman at his best vocally. He flows with the beat very well, and anyone listening to the song begins to bob their head.
Point Blank has it all, between dynamic beats, and intelligent lyrics, to humor found in Peace Of What, the fourth track on the eleven track CD. If you want to know more about the person, then Peace Of What is the track to listen to. He reveals his birthdate and nationality, as well as his religious belief. The track continues with a cool beat, and more good rapping.
The last track I want to mention specifically is track five, The Darkness. You feel like you're walking down a pitch black alley, paranoid about vampires jumping out and biting your neck. The tempo is much slower than any other song on the CD, and the lyrics get even stronger than on the earlier tracks.
So, if you want intelligent rap, with more than just a looped beat, then Point Blank by The Marksman hits the bullseye.
For a Polish-American Catholic from Buffalo, NY, Mark Baranowski, a/k/a The
Marksman, makes some credible hip-hop. No joke, this is serious mellow hardcore, marked by space-alien keys, whompin' beats and The Marksman's tough, nimble rapping. He upholds his right to be white and comes on strong against gangsta rap in "Hear The Flow" but wisely avoids naming names, except to give props on "Busta, You're My Hero." Mostly he advocates a straight-edge, sharp-dressing lifestyle and hits out at intolerance and ignorance. Hardly any violence, just a little soft-core sex ("Smooth As It Goes") and a positive message... --from Jim Santo'sDemo Universe
Rap music that goes way back, back to basic backing tracks and a focus on slick rhymin' and serious subjects. I would never have such a connection in 1988, but the Marksman kicks out in the style of Run-DMC and Paris.
Not as political as the latter, of course, but well-considered and introspective. Rap that focuses on, well, rapping.
The music is not much more than basic beats with some simple ornamentation. This isn't dance music. It's rap music. Like the olden days. A weird sorta nostalgia thing....Nice to hear some real rapping. --from Aiding & Abetting #156 (April 6, 1998)
"This music convinced a non-believer..."
I first listened to this CD half-heartedly, not knowing what I was getting myself into. What has been publicized about rap lately is how brutal it has gotten, everyone killing or being killed. As soon as I heard the title track, I remembered what it was like in the good old days, when all that mattered was being with your honey and heading to the beach. Even though I was more used to mellow music, something about the smooth beats and subtle rhythms sucked me in, and created a fan. The Marksman has taken us back to basics, before all the hate... of course, it's up to us to join him for the ride. (4 out of 5 stars) --from a "music fan," at Amazon.com (March 4, 1999)