Date 2023-07-12
Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, New Music
Ransom & Nicholas Craven releases the new “Minority Report” track featuring Talib Kweli & Raina Simone. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the track produced by Nicholas Craven.
Jersey City MC Ransom and producer Nicholas Craven have recently released a collaborative project called “Directors Cut 4.” This album is a notable release of the week, appealing to fans of soulful, sample-heavy production and intricate rhymes that offer a fresh take on classic hip-hop.
One standout track from the project is “Minority Report,” which features Talib Kweli and Raina Simone. This song delves into themes of authenticity, talent within hip-hop, and overcoming a system that is stacked against you. While the song contains heavy street bars, spiritual elements, and commentary on political oppression, its depth shouldn’t discourage listeners.
The beat, produced by Nicholas Craven, brings to mind Ransom’s earlier works like “Sinatra’s Demons.” It incorporates powerful strings and a minimal yet distinct drum pattern that anchors the song. Additionally, ghostly background vocals add to the track’s dramatic impact, emphasizing the weight of the sharp bars.
Talib Kweli contributes a verse focused on violence, discussing snitches and posturing in the world of crime. Paired with Ransom’s opening verse and chorus, the track becomes bittersweetly triumphant. Before the final chorus, Raina Simone delivers an impressive verse about her struggles, experiences, and legacy as a Black woman.
“Minority Report” packs a deep punch but still thrives within the genre’s fundamentals, making it an engaging listen. If you haven’t checked out “Directors Cut 4” yet, it’s available on various streaming platforms.
Ransom & Nicholas Craven – Minority Report (ft. Talib Kweli & Raina Simone) (prod. Nicholas Craven)
4 July 2023
1 Song, 4 minutes
℗ 2023 Momentum Entertainment
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Ransom]
I could have been a great man, but, look, it was me who stood in the way of that
I was taken aback by the things that God wasn’t taking back
I prayed for that, don’t gamble with life and shoot to an ace in crap
I’m surrounded by niggas who dream when it’s only safe to nap
Stay relaxed, breathe through your nose
Reaper with flows, call him Duffle ’cause you know it means death when D is composed
What you hustle?
Them people’s agenda free of agenda
Fuck your muscles, masculinity’s toxic ’cause we surrendered
See the splendor? The death of the black man We remember
Teach the members of your church who you worship in each December
See my temper? I got this from Daddy Dearest He had the clearest visions of what’s going on now thought we was glad to hear it
Had to bear with ’em and his fellas he often had to beer with
Ironic you driving that Ghost, although you lack the spirit
False prophets talking that nigga life, pay the biggest price
Claim to walk on water but now you skate on the thinnest ice
It’s a vice, addicted to algorithms and Twitter gripes
That better life you bragging but never lived you a better life
Shiver knife, I’m sorry that’s only reserved for prison types
I fought for crumbs on that cake ’cause they wouldn’t give a slice
Yeah, why would you play the homie?
I ain’t wanna give you a hard five for changing the faces on me
Take a moment, I don’t think they ready for ’em
Blessings never come whenever the fuck you want
They come when you ready for ’em
[Chorus: Ransom]
Here’s a toast to the truly gifted
We smiling when you say that you got it
We knew you missed it
Hypnotic, the music mystic
Deliver scriptures, consider drifters ’cause we too defiant
Remember giants can’t listen to midgets whisper
Already heard your story
When caught between a heaven or hell, it’s a purgatory
My people deserve the glory
From indigenous tribes to the block where niggas get high
We survive, playing Stevie he put that ribbon in sky
He ain’t lie
[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
It be snitches they build the case for
Everybody pull out phones just to take with shit is flagrant
Day shift, niggas be calling cops on they neighbors
If it bleed then it lead, they just trying to make the papers
The faithful, beg for a chance to expose the faithless
Niggas trying to get extra stripes, like some K-Swiss
My name is my name, fame is nothing but a favor
Can you feel it? Nothing can save
Playing with that snow like you Thumper
Get you shot like you Bambi’s mother
If you want peace without justice you probably can’t be trusted
Scheming like some demons or calling Birdman
How their hands be rubbing
Yelling free the lands, it’s Peter Pan with Sandy Duncan
I’ve been through many things and never ran for nothing
You’ll fall for anything if you don’t stand for something
Javodee family, the canopy I’m standing under
Candy covered niggas be scrambling when my mans be dumping
Steel imported from Mumbai
On the tracks of their tears, the drunks provided by gunfire
Niggas swear to God that they tough guys
But really they tongue-tied
This is rare air, it’s harder to come by
It’s high-tech like Common when he was rocking that sungod
Tomato head niggas get sun-dried
They washed up, squad up
My flow is magnetic, follow the gunpowder
They turn it towards the light like a sunflower
[Verse 3: Raina Simone]
A black woman in America
They took my lips, hips, kids and still I ain’t scared of ya
Don’t take me out of character, no boxing, I ain’t fair enough
They shots to your quad, real lateral call that squaring up
The daughter of Oshun, I learned my life too soon
They miss me like I’m married I ain’t never jumped a broom
I swept some shit under the rug ’cause I be tryna play it cool
But if that shit come out from under pull the rug from under you
I keep a small circle, period they algebraic theories
We act up, we act some life serious man ain’t no fear in this
Generation of offspring of Ronald Reagan experiments
Was rounding good bricks like Legos shot my Nigerians
Felt mad, but know how many acing and QP
They calculate the profit
Out in the box when selling looses
He’s a genius abandoned by the property taxes
More money towards jail than filling our backpacks
Ain’t no bugs up in our classes
Now I ball like a socket vision clearer these days
Ate glasses, unhealed the pain now addiction won’t go away
And all these purgatory thoughts
We’re sinning, tryna make a way
Ain’t no thief but gotta eat, I got a lot up on my plate
And still after all the meals that shit get scary when I think
The things we do for the money when we go that we can’t take
When pigs fly, I’ma stop
A swine flu ain’t make me ache
I had the power for it show you what this nest worth like I’m Blake
[Chorus: Ransom]
Here’s a toast to the truly gifted
We smiling when you say that you got it
We knew you missed it
Hypnotic, the music mystic
Deliver scriptures, consider drifters ’cause we too defiant
Remember giants can’t listen to midgets whisper
Already heard your story
When caught between a heaven or hell, it’s a purgatory
My people deserve the glory
From indigenous tribes to the block where niggas get high
We survive, playing Stevie he put that ribbon in sky
He ain’t lie
