The Long Walk Rmx (Seven Star feat. Soarse Spoken)
Produced by Deviant
This was already a banger when we first did it over a Climber beat, then I heard this remix AFTER it was released on Seven's Trojan Horse project (Vinyl release only). Deviant did a spectacular job of remixing this song.

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Soarse Spoken verse:

Spit kicker tour ticket holder, fan of hip-hop/
In search of a disc jock who’s quick with the switches (soldier)/
A beautiful day/
walking down the street on my search beautiful dames stare/
Plus I got suitable game, there/
Spliff lit, headphones on with a backpack strapped/
Heard this climber joint, threw it on repeat with a track that fat/
Then shorty, who back yard bang like thunder, back tracked that/
Lisa ended up giving me her number/
One fan says I killed the summer with one jam/
I thought, backed when I killed the hunger with one chance/
Funny though/
Still hungry so/
Corporate America doesn’t wanna hire a kid with some bummy clothes/
But got dough for some pizza/
Call up Lisa/
It was nice to meet ya/
I’d like to take you to the crib so I could beat ya/
But not like ike/
gotta go though shorty, I gotta go find a DJ so I could rock mics right/
On with my search heard a cipher starting with lighters sparking/
Stepped up, I might be the cat with the tighter offering/
Street bound/
Asked if anyone had technique 1200’s while I kicked the shit out the beast with a freestyle/
No reply/
So I jet while this kid kicks a rhyme bout his 45/
I kick rhymes bout my stories live/
Live it and write it/
They spit it and hide it/
But don’t wanna be somewhere where my spirit isn’t invited/
So I dipped first left/
Steady sidewalk pimpin’ with a limp third step/
Up to the spot where her and him first met/
She is hip-hop he is disc jock/
Strolled through the park where they first lip-locked/
But no dice, no sight of my searches purpose/
My man shift scooped me up though the search was worthless.


Seven Star verse:

The sun sets and orange photon skies create a moment that can change a persons life. An evening breeze rushes by like the last bit of light turns to night. Waiting for the bus I start to write. A poem, a verse or some axiom to puncture the universe. The bus arrives and departs. I was caught up in the art. Caught up by a spark of intuition. I remained seated bringing it to fruition. I jotted down. I wrote on and on. You wouldn't believe some of the lines in this song. I couldn't see anything but the rhyme. I was so caught up by the moment I lost track of time, missing the last bus line, but all was just fine.. The moon still shined. I cracked a smile thinking it's only a couple of miles till I get to the crib. Quoting verses from tracks like when I used to be a kid. Except the tracks are mine on who I am and how I live. I stopped at the store, bought a blunt and rolled a fat one by the pay phone. Sparked it for the long way home. Now everything is hazy. My eyes are low, my eyes are lazy. Mad thoughts run through my mind like "When will rap pay me?". I came up with another line like "This industry enslaves me and pays me nothing to parade me". Now I'm sitting on the curb. I must be crazy. Line after line, trying hook after hook. I was divine inspiration all over my notebook. I pull the spliff out, light it up and blaze a bit. Ready to write another scrip when Soarse and Shift pull up like "Let me hit that shit"!*