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Matthew Reid's The Roaring Twenties

by Matthew Reid

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Chorus It's the jet age of tomorrow, let's ride this voyager/ journey to the echelon, it's the fifth that we on A season of duo's let run that shit back/ a season of history, time to take it back x2 Verse Okay, now life like, I'll tell you what my life like/ it's getting kinda Christ like, juking all the siggins, get a call from fucking Primetime. Church service at The Lake, my idol is the highlight/ prisoners singing songs, it justifies his limelight. Time to get the scripture, paint the picture/ my loneliness delusional in a head with a broken mixer. Deshaun with the knowledge, getting kicked and dropping dimes right/ shouldering the load i guess that's why they call it Slimetime. Madi she's got 9 lives, Houston got the right type/ fix this fucking drainage system and maybe it will flow right. And lets all get together meet at The Woodrow's/ and yes i've seen the Kyrie's I've got to get thoseeee Chorus It's the jet age of tomorrow, let's ride this voyager/ journey to the echelon, it's the fifth that we on A season of duo's let run that shit back/ a season of history, time to take it back x2 Verse 2 I'm a knucklehead like D & Q, I've got a fucking clue/ I'm taking notes from the news, on how to get the Juice. Maybe a sip or two, my confidence has grew/ stick up a bitch or 2 and say "Gimmie the Loot" I'm talking Atascocita, the laughs and the French Horn/ hit me with a helmet it'll be a fucking bench storm. The bribe is exciting you're a Daniel in a Storm/ but the act's so fucking bad, you're returning to porn. Now this is the one, start the life child born/ This is the way x2 Let's hit this winning streak/ my life's a winning streak/ I've got a winning ring, so here's my winning peak. Chorus It's the jet age of tomorrow, let's ride this voyager/ journey to the echelon, it's the fifth that we on A season of duo's let run that shit back/ a season of history, time to take it back x2 Chorus 2 I'm still with the Moyo, I'm still with the Moyo, I'm Done x2 Verse 3 Okay now, Float Fest '18 the greatest 2 days, it was me and the Pip in a special letter haze. I look it, i took it, I smoked it, I took it/ the NRG and the drinks hitting. Tall glass shots, no ice it was neat/ The volcano in the jungle said it's time for him to speak. So he went through the system, climbed through the cage/ went through a tunnel, and spewed out his rage. And it got on his shirt, staining his jersey/ push wack people casue he's in a fucking hurry. The bowl's in sight, coming out in a flurry/ and that's the damn story of this football game, Verse 4 Look, I like Kanye, and Biggie, and Shady, and Jigga/ Nas, and K-Dot it's all in my blenda. Outkast plus Common and Drizzy and Lauren/ The Tribe's Called Quest and now your drinks complete. I like James Harden with the beard and the 3/ if you start reaching you meet the step back king. We're at "Mico's" and I'm pulling out her seat/ I call her Elanor, and she calls me Chidi. So i then look around and i start too think/ this aint the "Good Place" but a whole different thing. Where i;m outside my body, burning and melting/ inside a monster who injest his belly.
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Chorus Yeah, man I'm the King of my Hill, Red or Blue, you still digest the pill/ man I'm King of the Hill, conquering countries, this be my "New Deal" x2 Verse 1 I want a bartender, brown skin that wanna kiss me/ eye's get misty, a risky but we get busy. The attitude, it translates to gratitude/ you say we got leverage, bitch i got latitude. Yeah, man I'm a really nice dude, with a really nice smile, and a really nice crew. Prestige, boy you ask Morales/ we niggas from Houston who blow up your palace. Yeah, and knock over you pallet/ they lock you up Huntsville, to toss your salad. I promise you that i've lost my balance/ between pussy suppression, hell yes it is a talent. Now uh, lets get back to this girl/ the brown skin chick, the glitter and new as shit. You looking a wife, that ass is really thick/ got a few longations, starting with the tip. Chorus Yeah, man I'm the King of my Hill, Red or Blue, you still digest the pill/ man I'm King of the Hill, conquering countries, this be my "New Deal" x2 Verse 2 Whats the info, whats the 4-1 hun/ do you have the seed and you also got the gun. Man i got a hug, guaranteed to get you spun/ sit your self down and let me bite that bun. Her love is free the cost equals none/ until we get a text expecting that we're done. Yeah, the Matthew is active/ I slam on this beat like LeBron in practice. A few mintues early avoid the Houston traffic/ the daily smokes, it's a daily habit. Crowds of blacks large and chanting/ this be our time and your not understanding...
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“Where Have You Been??”
I get that question asked to me quite often.
Or here’s the best one, “Do You Still Rap???”

At first listen, my brain has trouble processing that question.
“Why would someone ask me, of course I do!” or “Shit, they know I rap...thats awesome!!”

After getting over myself, I then leave that conversation, thinking to myself, “Damn, I do like rapping”.
It’s my thing. My hobby, my understated passion, my muse, etc. I enjoy playing basketball, skateboarding, smoking weed, etc.
But I FUCKING LOVE rapping.

My issue is, I'm a weird rapper. I’ve never been one to just write a verse, go to the studio, record it, and release it, all within 24 hours. When I was younger, I would pride myself on having an early, Taylor Swift, approach to music, where life is the template for my work. Relationship frustrations, life curiosites, and simply documenting my youthful experiences, was what I’ve always been known for. Something happens in my life, and I’m in the corner writing with a pen on a notepad.

To an extent, this is exactly what happened to me. The last record I released was in October 2017. At that point, my life had reached a point where my interest and life outside of music, had reached the level of immediate attention I put towards music. I work in the hospitality industry, so this became the bulk of my time. I then decided to go back to school full time, while working overnight.

Even further, I simply was just enjoying life. And it felt like life was going so fast, that nothing was substantial enough for me to write about, commit to recording it, and well, actually going to a studio to record.

This all changed in 2020.

I knew this year was going to be FUCKED from the beginning month. My birthday is January 13th, which always coincides with the NFL playoffs. In this particular playoff season, my favorite NFL team, the Houston Texans, were in the divisional round preparing to play the inevitable champions of that season, the Kansas City Chiefs. The game was played the day before my birthday, on the 12th. I went to a sports bar with friends to watch in anticipation of a victory. A win would guarantee an AFC Championship game to be played in Houston. This game would have determined who’d go to the Super Bowl.

The Texans vs Chiefs matchup was one that was embroiled in a mixture of emotions. There was elation, as the Texans quickly jumped out to a 21-7 lead. Then there’s the depression, as the Texans would score only 10 more points, before losing 51- 31, in a colossal, historical collapse. The next day, my actual birthday, was the revelation of the MLB’s investigation into my favorite baseball team, the Houston Astros. On this day, the facts of the sign stealing scandal unraveled, leaving an indelible impression amongst fans and Houstonians. Then as the month progressed, the worst would occur. The passing of Kobe Bryant, his daughter Gianna, and the 7 other’s on that faithful helicopter crash, on January 20th. Living in Houston, the passing of Coach Altobelli, was felt all the way down here at his alma mater, The University of Houston. That day and the events that occurred shattered my innocence of adult prosperity, and rocked my core. I felt an urge to record music again at this point.

The year progresses, and then it happens. The Covid-19 pandemic matriculating into the ‘States.

My time frame puts the window towards the middle of March 2020. Although I had heard of Covid-19, had a murky understanding of it occurring overseas, and an association of Eastern countries, my mind would not entertain the thought of something affecting my way of living. Never did I think there would be an entity to prevent me from doing simple daily actions, such as going to work, riding a train, playing basketball in a public park.

Then, what made me take a pause, was the night of March 11th. This was the night that the NBA shut down its operations. I recall sitting in my home, laying in my bed watching the theatrics unravel, as confusion found its way from the average paying citizen , to the multi millionaire athlete. I felt their empathy, projected through the television.

At this time, it was just my younger brother and I left in the States. Our mother worked overseas in Saudi America. Our father, being retired, would often go over at times to visit my mother. He took one of those routine trips just days before March 11th. After the 11th, my mother and father would be stuck overseas until the middle of July.

During this span, my brother and I adapted ourselves to the local protocols. Personally, I was working full time, feeling blessed to do so, as I noticed more and more people losing their employment statuses. This all stopped in July, when I learned the definition of the word furlough. At this point, it was just my Brother, myself, and my cat, Madi, in our parents house in Atascocita.

During this period my brother and I waited daily for signs of normalcy to return, while communicating with our parents on FaceTime. Then May 2020 occurred. The murder of Mr. Floyd happened. This, combined with the weight of Breonna Taylor’s killing, and Ahmaud Arbery, shook my brother and I. Death, desperation, loss of life, unfrair practices, racial discrimination, a toxic political atmosphere, etc. All of these emotions, and occurrences happening overwhelmed me.

Musically, I didn’t see this reflection coming from artists. I felt the year provided us with the biggest, easiest, material to discuss. Trivial conversations I've heard my entire life, that seem to be re-enhanced in my adulthood with more awareness. This, compounded by 2020 being the final year of my 20’s led me to write this album.

Years ago, I said that “Tall, Dark, & Ugly” was my last body of work, and I was wrong. I didn’t realize, but more or less, appreciated the fact that I will always look to write music. The pen and paper is my therapist. And for the longest, I think I was ashamed of this. I felt in order to acknowledge this, I needed to be on the level of my hero, Kanye West. And I was wrong.

I’ve always said my music is for me. To get out the inner voice and expressions. And after these 10 ten songs presented, the truth is still there for me.

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released October 15, 2021

Written By: Matthew Reid (April 2018- May 2021)
Recorded: April 2018-July 2018; October 2019- December 2019; July 2020-May 2021
Studio: 360 Recording Studio's [Houston, TX] (April 2018-July 2020); iMix Studios [Houston, TX] (January 2021-May 2021)
Genre: Houston Rap, Alternative Hip-Hop
Producer: Various Prod.
Executive Producer: Matthew Reid; Miguel Nistal
Sound Engineer: TrakkSounds
Artwork: Matthew Reid May 2019; April 2021
Influences: "My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy" by Kanye West

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Matthew Reid is from Houston, Texas.

His influences include: Kanye West, Eminem, Biggie, Outkast, Jay-Z, Common, ATCQ, Lauryn Hill, Kendrick Lamar, Nas & Drake

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