Hello Nevada! Where the crooks make their fortunes....

A clever email we recieved... It just all depends on how you look at things... Judy Wallman, a professional genealogy researcher in southern California, was researching her own family tree.  Judy discovered one of her very distant relatives is Remus Reid.  Judy further discovered that Remus Reid is Congressman Harry Reid's great-great uncle and that that Remus Reid was hanged for horse stealing and train robbery in Montana in 1889. The only known photograph of Remus shows him standing on the gallows  in Montana territory: On the back of the picture Judy obtained during her research is this inscription: 'Remus Reid, horse thief, sent to Montana Territorial Prison 1885, escaped 1887, robbed the Montana Flyer six times. Caught by Pinkerton detectives, convicted and hanged in 1889.' So Judy decided to e-mail Congressman Harry Reid for information about their great-great uncle. Harry Reid: Believe it or not, Harry Reid's staff sent back the following biographical sketch of Remus for Judy’s genealogy research: "Remus Reid was a famous cowboy in the Montana Territory.  His business empire grew to include acquisition of valuable equestrian assets and intimate dealings with the Montana railroad.  Beginning in 1883, he devoted several years of his life to government service, finally taking leave to resume his dealings with the railroad.  In 1887, he was a key player in a vital investigation run by the renowned Pinkerton Detective Agency.  In 1889, Remus passed away during an important civic function held in his honor when the platform upon which he was standing collapsed." Now THAT’S how real political spin is done, Folks!

Teachings From The Dragon

Bruce Lee plays the Mpc2500 and Sp-555 and the Guitar. Hipsters cover your eyes and ears. This ain't fo Bitches

A Widget for Gidget

Grind 50/50

IC to BD to GG

Iron Cookie To The Good Guise

Dime X Video

Austin City Limits Music Fest with The Art

Lit Static Video

greetings

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"Save The Wreck Center" Start the Revolution

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Today we shot some video outside the Stu. Rode some bikes, bunny hoped some curbs and got some sharks from the store.

Grind 50/50 (track 5)

(Hook)Grind 50/50 Never Rhyme 50/50

(E Money Double)
I may grind 50-50, but never rhyme 50-50,
A sharp eye peeled for all the rappers out to get me,
Tryin' to split me like I split the syllables in this verse,
But my rock solid tactics always seem to put me first!
When you rhyme- It's more or less closer to 80/20,
My mind stay on my grind and my focus is never shifting,
Pure, without a cut, is what you get when you're listening,
Minus the dope and all the big jewels glistening,
Kinda like the Truth, emcees please stop resisting,
Hands behind your back, you're under arrest for suspicion,
Of killin' the game, the reason hip hop is missing,
And now the real die hard is back for his vengeance!
I stay persistent keep, em fresh up out the kitchen,
With lyrics that make the competition like em when they hear em,
Surrounded by Good Guise, when you see me in public,
Rhymin' with a reason, beat jackin', full blown rhyme schemin'

(Hook)Grind 50/50 Never Rhyme 50/50

(Katharsis)
Instead of the clock, man I grind by the month,
The kind of grind that gives no free time, there's no stoppin' for lunch
You see I keep it throwed, down to the chemical code,
Good Guise to the last, down to identical modes,
See we push hard when pushed back, slang verses like kush sacks.
Relax with true facts, step up and get bushwhacked,
Cuz when I grind hard like a rotary wheel,
Any one that steps up says "Damn! I didn't know he could deal,
that type of damage with a cord and a mic, just out of spite!"
So of course that inspiration is why grindin' tonight,
That's right! I grind hard, like my name was Bob Burnquist,
My homies passed me the mic and told me to burn this,
So all that bull-ish you talk about we not concerned with,
Call the cops, I'll say it with or without permits!
Decibel cooked the beat and the G Squared served it,
Slave to the grind, well that's my sermon, so I......


(Hook)Grind 50/50 Never Rhyme 50/50

(Art Is)
No 9-5, I'm on my grind, got no time for the Nickel & Dime,
Drop words, chop 'em up so fine, lay em on down on the line!
No cuts just pure dust, kicked up by my mic lust,
Shots bust so vest up, tribes throw your crest up!
On the streets shining, flippin' verb signing,
Microphone checks every first and fifteenth,
Hear the corners callin, soldiers rise and fall and,
Shells spin in the air and hit the concrete!
It's the street mathematics, ski mask tactics,
Bring back the beat and flip the automatic,
Supply and demand- Basic economic factors,
No delayed product, straight from the manufacturer,
My mind on my grind, practically all the time,
Relate got stack cake if you wanna get a piece of the pie,
In the city hear the kitties crawlin thru the alley,
TX they born to die like NY to Killa Cali.

(Hook)

Dime X (track 4)

DIME X

Intro-

(Art Is)

Poetic Solutions built into my program,

soliloquy or drug sold by the paragraph

Paragraph sequence equal to the element

I think what we have is a “Failure to Communicate”

Quickly you sell my soul to become a product

Produce revenue and get taxed in the process

Proceed to exploit the indigenous population,

I know now what we have here is a failure in communication.

Phase, translate, upload through the neural,

Technical solutions in your material world.

Think about the beats, think about the babies

And the upcoming shift in magnetic polarity

Handle stream of consciousness, execute with extreme prejudice

All I really wanted was Eric B for president

Destiny manifests, explore infinite possibilities,

Amplify my faith that all is as it should be,

Reflect, rotate, translate through the essence,

33 degrees, parallel to the question,

Internal symmetry corresponds to my lesson,

Why are we wasting time on idle conversation?

Refrain.....

(Katharsis)

And I’m calibrating the arc of my trajectory

I’m contemplating the spark of my ejector seat,

I’m cross-dimensions, with no cross to mention

Bathe my brain in blankets of electricity

Cosmos dweller, born in the cellar,

But I cold with a steak, like Sarah Michelle Gellar

A Wild feller similar to Edward Teller

Or the ones that made Major Tom go interstellar

But happens night to night like Poltergeist,

Saying “Katharsis…come to light!”

But I try to fight, yeah I try to resist,

But there’s too many opportunities to exist

A mentalist, I give synapses a twist,

When metaphysically rhyming on the mic like this,

And who is this? I’m only tellin ya twice,

Because this microphone can only let me get so nice!

Katharsis whoa!~ While I’m shifting dimensions

I’m inner-space, you’re just honorable mention-

String theory hold it near me, like it’s dearly,

Scientific with sickness man you can see it clearly!

Refrain.....

(E- Money)

Out my mind, so they hang a vacant sign,

As I sit, write, think and come with other brilliant rhymes,

Disappear into a time by folding dimension sides,

Til it bends, now I’m in and that was only one try!

Rappers fry when the heat of this kitchen’s exposed,

But um freeze til they’re froze by these lyrics so cold!

I’m known as E money Double, All I see is space shuttles,

My outer space age travels came complete with the troubles,

And ever since I got back, I’m like a pit with no muzzle,

Metaphysically evolving and so far from “I love you”,

Is there an underlying meaning on why there’s no life on Venus

Or a reason when people peep out the science they get speechless!

But to each his own, drop a little knowledge,

Feed into the system, pay attention, pray and go to college,

Call the leaders of this country, let them deal with all the problems,

Lock them in the Oval Office, “Don’t come out until you solve ‘em!”

It’s the Revolution, minus guns and all the shooting,

Folding through the 10^th Dimension, lifted Galaxy recruiting!

 Outro-

Chumpchange (track 3)

Hook
(Art Is)
You Hope for change, that it will come some day....
Flip a coin, decide your fate.
Two sides but the coin is the same,
Even if we pray, might as well be in vain!
Call me a slave with economic chains
Try to hold me down, you will never contain!
This time "your best" WILL NOT DO!
I declare war on you......

(Katharsis)
Just another wolf in sheep's clothing,
We're all primed and proud because we're voting now..
Financial Warfare to Corporate Welfare,
Natural Disasters and Mandated Health Care.
We needed more than the old alumni,
And Goldman-Sachs style Wall Street drive-by's...
From the corner of Pennsylvania & Executive,
Get up on this mic, show you my prime directive is:
Pure impediments, cathartic cardioids,
We're on this case like the Motherf***in' Hardie Boyz!
Disappointment from the Oval office,
"Like, You was the one who was supposed to stop this!"
So now its H.ell O.ver P.eace on E.arth
You got U.S. under SOS policies just like the last jerk!
Waterboards to wiretaps, we fire back
And show these chump-change outfits some higher scratch.
Politicians seem to be all the same,
both sides of the coin giving nothing but chump change.

Hook
(Art Is)
You Hope for change, that it will come some day....
Flip a coin, decide your fate.
Two sides but the coin is the same,
Even if we pray, might as well be in vain!
Call me a slave with economic chains
Try to hold me down, you will never contain!
This time "your best" WILL NOT DO!
I declare war on you......

(Art Is)
I wrote a letter to the President, the other day
I hope he opened it and read in front of all those govt suckas!
Think they could do with their Army or whatever,
Picture me not givin' a damn. I said never.
Drop a bomb, drop a sitcom
Dot com, .50cal in the bunker of your front lawn,
All you do is talk and babble on,
While Babylon is burning from the center out!
The Beltway is bulging way over the buckle,
While you're diggin in my pockets saying "give to the struggle!"
It's a jungle some times it makes me wonder,
Little change has come under x2
Reaching in my pockets all I get is chumpchange,
Switching up my, dollars making the faces look strange,
Metallic strips in tha fibers to keep eyes on my stacks,
Like the All_Seeing_Eye on the Dollar bill's back!

Hook
(Art Is)
You Hope for change, that it will come some day....
Flip a coin, decide your fate.
Two sides but the coin is the same,
Even if we pray, might as well be in vain!
Call me a slave with economic chains
Try to hold me down, you will never contain!
This time "your best" WILL NOT DO!
I declare war on you......

(E Money)
They can try to hold us down its up to us to contain,
Take a trip to inner-cities, get a good look at pain
Get a good look at rage, all the anger displayed,
Through all the violent crimes, now maybe they'll hear what we say.
Guess it's true what they say, that when the blind lead the blind,
Subtract a spine, they're bound to lose their way.
I thought we were created equal and loved the US of A
Dr King was the last hope until he left this place.
I vow to never let the govt take me without a fight,
Or to stray from the path, always follow the light.
It never was a mystery that the population struggled,
Empty stomachs fell asleep to the loud melodic rumbles,
And now our leaders fumbled, 4th & Goal on the 10,
They never thought that the strong safety would blitz,
And if its gone, then it don't exist like our Constitutional Rights,
Fathers on child support, dressed in black & white stripes,
But where's the justice for the itty bitty baby
when you lock his daddy up over money he wasn't payin...

Bye In, Cell Out (track 2)

(E Money)
Toxic Media: Wouldn't try being ya,
Hide behind the Cameras, thinkin ain't nobody seeing ya
Look at what they feed to us, follow standard procedures,
We yell about how bad it is while nobody believes us!
It's a question that remains unanswered today:
Bye In or Cell Out, a popular trade,
With a popular face and a popular name,
But we were born with brains, would it hurt to think for a change?
I got alot of ammo from the years of pent up rage,
And I'ma let it all loose once I hit that stage,
I been confined to a booth, listen to what I mean
When I say that our country was built on human greed!
Yes indeed it's imperative, that they let our record spin
Peep the inner light while they cover it up with terrorists,
Pay attention to signs, Bye In or Cell Out,
All about the movement and everything it's about!

(Hook)
It's the Defects, make you reflect,
What the Good Guise talkin about,
You should either: Bye In or Cell Out,
Get down with the movement or move the hell out,
We humans need a reality check,
Start talkin' from the heart, not the side of the neck,
So hit eject on those rejects,
So listen to us now, you're the last resistor left!!

(Katharsis)
So shameless, tappin into your brainwaves
Town criers 'bout the latest inane craze
So viral but they do it through a cable,
So they can say what's for dinner at the dining room table!
Media soaked, the Alphabets spin the globe,
While the Black Budget Ops fund Prime Time shows
John Stewart's only there to tell jokes,
A pressure valve to release when they're applying the yoke!
Talkin heads lookin just like Max Headroom,
Piping political views into your bedroom,
Distorting all the facts like what, where and whom,
The only motive to their mission is to just spread doom,
So do us all a favor: Turn Off- Tune Out
And understand the propaganda from the silver spooned mouth!


(Hook)
It's the Defects, make you reflect,
What the Good Guise talkin about,
You should either: Bye In or Cell Out,
Get down with the movement or move the hell out,
We humans need a reality check,
Start talkin' from the heart, not the side of the neck,
So hit eject on those rejects,
So listen to us now, you're the last resistor left!!

(Art Is)
Causing mass hysteria, covering your area,
any substitutions will be technically inferior,
Incorruptible like Huxtable, make water combustable
Burn down your bridges- "My mobile just lost signal!"
It's the media take-over of the mind, I will not comply
Catch me in the Rye with a loaded .45,
Gun go pop, kill legend in the process
False prophets out for profit!
Yo I got this watch me Pop & Lock it
Citizens on a mental roller coaster
Like MK Ultra, Boy Scouts playing Modern Warfare
More Welfare!
Free like Masons building bridges to no where,
While you're angry at a black man for trying to give you health care!
Viral strains infect the brain,
Propaganda hypnotized till the hipster remains,
Buy into the culture, hope your credit sustains
And pray to God that you get your 15 min of Fame!


(Hook)
It's the Defects, make you reflect,
What the Good Guise talkin about,
You should either: Bye In or Cell Out,
Get down with the movement or move the hell out,
We humans need a reality check,
Start talkin' from the heart, not the side of the neck,
So hit eject on those rejects,
So listen to us now, you're the last resistor left!!

A message from Alpha Centauri...

We received this message via the interstellar shortwave moments ago.....

Bruce Lee said...

As I returned to earth, I came across a fellow named Agstar 1(The Art). He proceded to teach me the ways of hip hop and how I could influence my rock n roll roots into real hip hop. It took 4 years to perfect that sound we were hearing in our ears. Then Iron Cookie was born. Then at one of first shows we met a interesting creature simply known as Katharsis. He was hearing what we were hearing. He took us to his ship, simply know as "The Stu". That's when the trip started. Katharsis was an engineering genius and with a ''can't say no to Art'' policy, there really is no limit to our abilities. But with the good there is a bad. As we speak hipsters are taking our "wreck center" and something has to be done. Fashion and money have taken over what we call music. Its not how good you flow, how you spin, or how you sing. Now music is about being dressed in meat and how much bling a man wears. (Leave the bling fo my womens and grill that meat while listening to some old black sabbath is what I say). The world is at risk of the hipsters slapping meat on your daughters and bling on your sons. So the great Katharsis puts Iron Cookie on the Beat Defectors Production label and joins Iron Cookie. Meanwhile at Art's crib, meet a young but wise E-Money; flowed, rhymed, and amaze!. E may be young but even he has seen first hand the damage the hipsters have caused. It will take all these 4 guise got, to defeat the hipsters. So The Art brings The Good Guise together. We go to my garage and sweat out the album. Jumping from The studio to the Garage and back again. With 5 other project albums in the near future, We believe there is something else better than what is played by your corporate disk jockeys. Support Your Local Underground. Signed Bruce Lee (TDD) LYR4.34.76822.452

BarCode in the BackBeat (track 1)

Barcode in the Back Beat

(Hook)

It’s the Barcode- 1’s, 0’s and $$ signs

In between the beat you can see that it’s all a crime

An American Dream, my Corporation Tis’ of The,

Babble on, while Baylon repeats History!

Revive the Boom Bap,

While NASDAQ changes suits from Brooks Bros to Hazmat-

But ya’ll ain’t hearin’ that!

Lookin in between the scars and the hype

Management downsized Hip Hop like the Stars and Stripes!!

(Art Is)

Lyrically minded, you’ve been blinded,

looking for the real hip hop, you won’t find it!

I only know a handful of lyricists,

Philosophical dead-weight rhyme theorists.

Search every boulevard, hit the street-

No child back spinning on the hard concrete.

Plastic wraps on silicone dreams,

Serving data off a triple beam.

Either raise your fist and do your thing, or

Let me grab the mic and display my rhyme scheme,

Good Guise…….. BeatDefect,

I represent the cookie, Iron is Fresh to Death!

With rhyme decimal, check out the decibel,

I’d show you the blueprints but it gets way too technical.

Techniques on the dresser, Boombox in the street,

The message is locked up behind the code in the Beat!

(Hook)

It’s the Barcode- 1’s, 0’s and $$ signs

In between the beat you can see that it’s all a crime

An American Dream, my Corporation Tis’ of The,

Babble on, while Baylon repeats History!

Revive the Boom Bap,

While NASDAQ changes suits from Brooks Bros to Hazmat-

But ya’ll ain’t hearin’ that!

Lookin in between the scars and the hype

Management downsized Hip Hop like the Stars and Stripes!!

(Katharsis)

And its covered up by the consequence,

It’s the price paid for over confidence

See I wreck a mic without leaving a dent,

Hands pointed towards the sky screamin time to repent!

See I’m sick of the commercial rap-retardists,

Katharsis, he’s getting out with the Art Is,

Sound deliveries of Sound Deliveries,

One song blows your town to smithereens!

Subliminal minded ryhmin in ya climate,

Lookin for the real hip hop, had to design it

Cuz rappers don’t rap no more they just sing

And the radio sure could use adjusting!

So close the caption, we rose to action,

BeatDefect, Good Guise composing the faction

With a rhyme so tough, 16 aint enough

Paint a rhyme scheme on the Sistine with my brush!

(Hook)

It’s the Barcode- 1’s, 0’s and $$ signs

In between the beat you can see that it’s all a crime

An American Dream, my Corporation Tis’ of The,

Babble on, while Baylon repeats History!

Revive the Boom Bap,

While NASDAQ changes suits from Brooks Bros to Hazmat-

But ya’ll ain’t hearin’ that!

Lookin in between the scars and the hype

Management downsized Hip Hop like the Stars and Stripes!!

Making the Album…..an anthology of the minds

So our story opens on a quiet north central Texas suburban location in late 2009; a garage to be more precise.

Humbly tucked away amongst the sounds of summer;  lawnmowers, weed eaters, and the zipping of bicycle chains sat 4 sweating individuals.  A conversation was unfolding that would have a lasting impact on these individuals and others yet unknown. While the mainstream world of today satisfied the masses, it held little promise for those who were truly aware of the insidious nature of the 21^st Century world. Who has the position and guts to speak up though? Jay Z? Little Wayne? Soldier Boy? Laughable at least. These Boule’ lackeys would never turn on their corporate masters whom so generously elevated them to the vapid ranks of so-called “stardom”. In fact aside from the few underground cats with the cojones to say something about the state of hip hop today (Murs, Sage Francis, Smoke, Slug etc..) no one in the unfettered public eye has said word one other than to quote Cuba in Jerry MacGuire: “Show me the money”.

Who is for the Common Man anymore? Everyone seems to say “screw him”, even though they are more closely related to the poor fellow than the slimy TV icons they idolize, or than they themselves would admit. That’s where The Guise comes in.  Well equipped to handle the task at hand, all they need is your ear. They don’t do it for the $$$ and they don’t do it for the Fame; as if there is much of either to be had anymore off of an industry that saw killing Rock N Roll in the 80’s as the same T-Bone steak they see in Hip Hop today. No, they do it for the simple fact that it needs to be done. Hopefully you see the merits in the music. 

Naturally with the negatively charged climate in America, the album is an astoundingly accurate reflecting pool of the average American’s psyche today.   

      

The major body of this work including the seminal tracks Dime X, Bye In-Cell Out, Off With His Cranium, and Chumpchange, were a collective effort produced with equal parts patience and recklessness by the collective group. All but 2 tracks were done exclusively by Bruce Lee.  Additional collaborations and previously written tracks were added which include a Solo version of Art Is on a revamped Iron Cookie Track (Proper MisConduct), and a face melting Bruce Lee rendition of Katharsis’ classic “K.A.T.” from his first solo effort: “The Troubled Times” released late 2006. Last but not least the album features 2 tracks created and produced by Katharsis, and most importantly a heart-felt lament- for- innocence- lost by E-Money to round out “Save The wReck Center”.  

Sounds easy right? Keep in mind each of these guys has a fulltime job and a family to support. Add in schedule conflicts, logistical difficulties, jail time served, and equipment malfunctions, and 8 months seems like a nano second! Long nights of falling asleep in the studio and longer days of mixing the often violent harmonies vying for supremacy in the sound field which were coming out of Bruce’s brain at breakneck speeds......and now you have "Save The wReck Center".

Saving The wReck Center

After 8 months of  nonstop work The Good Guise are finally releasing their debut album, admirably titled: "Save The wReck Center". So let's start by explaining who the guys behind that Guise really are..

Art Is- Lead Vocals, Back Up Vocals, Harmonics Supervisor, Rhythm Consultant, Songwriter, Co Producer 
Bruce Lee (the Digital Dragon)- Lead Guitar, Percussion, Keyboards (but all at once!) Co Producer 
E-Money Double- Lead Vocals, Back Up Vocals, Songwriter, Co Producer 
Katharsis- Lead Vocals, Back Up Vocals, Percussion, Keyboards, Lead Producer, Lead Engineer

So what is TheGoodGuise?

Only the dopest hip hop quartet this side of the Milk Way!

Hailing from the U.S. they currently call Austin Texas home base.
The core of the music is comprised of hard hitting MPC percussion tempered by heavy rhythmic doses of face melting guitar riffs. Thought provoking lyrics presented with the subtlety of a AA-12. A combination of the likes the hip hop scene has  not seen to date!


So what about the Album?
Bangers you ask? Every.Last.One. Track after track keeps you interested, focused and listening. The one and only bad thing that can be said about this album is that its not background music. But then again I think that was an attempt by these guys to say "we will not be marginalized" and therefore neither will their music. This isn't your run-of-the-mill indy hip hop group. Whole entire albums devoted to half baked drivel; emcees too full of themselves to be real with the listener; Triton or Phantom beats that, for lack of better words, just blow? Nah. These mutherfukkers kept it real!

If you don't know much about the Political climate in America these days, you will by the end of  just a handful of tracks. People are pissed off in America. Not that you'd know it by watching TV, but these guys have an ear to the street, and a way with a beat! Check them out!