BrotherSpanky Presents: The James Yancey Sessions

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THE MANIFESTO:
Influenced by projects like The Roots’ "Dilla Joints" and Elzhi’s "ElMatic," I decided that the best way to show tribute to my favorite producer of all time was to put together an album of some of my favorite J Dilla compositions, reworking some of the lyrics and re-recording each track straight through, using live instrumentation which I would play myself, by hand -- no samples, no loops, and no punch-ins.

RIP James Dewitt Yancey (1974-2006)

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released February 7, 2012

All original compositions by J. Yancey

Drums, Congas, Shakers, Snaps, Clave, Tambourine, Cabasa, Bass, Guitars, Keyboards, Fender Rhodes, Hammond L-133 Organ, Synthesizers, Kalimba, Megaphone and Vocals - @Brother_Spanky

Special thanks to @BrotherHayling, @JohnEDaise, @isaiahgreene, @paulpennington, @TheCosby, @timrodgers, @WillieBeemen, @yawturkson and @zay_electronica

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Brooklyn-born, DC-raised Jason "BrotherSpanky" Edwards is a multi-instrumentalist, composer, arranger, and producer. Influenced by nearly everything and everyone he listens to, his music is inspired by his own personal experience and reflects the soul, r&b, hiphop, funk, gospel, rock and jazz music on which he was raised. ... more

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Track Name: Reminisce
Yo
Just when I think that I’m about to
Understand moving on without you
Stereo plays the album that I copped you
And I hear that jam that we used to rock to
Sitting back in the lab the other day
Hoping that my thoughts of the past would run away
I was hard up, I cant front
Heard your voice, turned the treble and the bass up
Wait up; gotta troubleshoot
How’d I substitute your voice when it wasn’t you?
Damn, can the effects of Love and time
Cause the ear to trick the mind?
I wonder how that shit combines
Or why they say that love is blind
I wonder if this is the sign
That I should just pick up the line
Cause even though we split this time
I wish you was mine
Track Name: The Look Of Love
What do you look for?
I got nothin’ to prove but love
I be the man with standards and no kids
You love how I’m doin’ this
Just miss me with that bullshit
You know you love this
Say it with me one time - you know you love this
You’ll be on some love shit - you know you love this

What do you look for?
You got nothin’ to lose but love
I be a man with standards and no kids
You love how I’m doin’ this
Just miss me with that bullshit
You know you love this
You know you love this
Say it with me one time - you know you love this
You know you love this
You know you love this
You know you love this
You know you love this....
Track Name: Tell Me
Tell me if you want some
And you can just come on, baby
Tell me if you want some
And you can just come on, baby
Tell me if you want some
And you can just come on, baby
Tell me if you want some
And you can just come on, baby
Tell me if you want some
And you can just come on, baby
Tell me if you want some
And you can just come on, baby

Yeah I know it's real, I want you babe
I hope you know that, I feel that way
I'll make you mine, if I can find a way
Baby, I'll testify, ain't got the time to play
When you wake up, you know you looking fine today
Me and you should get away and take an escapade (escapade)
Escapade (escapade)
Escapade (escapade)
You know I'm diggin’ you like miners when they excavate
Ya know, got me up and comin' like a promo
Tryna hit below your belt just like a low blow
Playin’ like an amateur when you could go pro
Baby I just love the way you move your torso

Tell me if you want some and you can just...
Track Name: Shake It Down (Cuffing Season)
Shake it down
(Look at you)
(Look at me)
(Look at you) I see you girl
(Look at me) You lookin’ good
(Look at you) I see you girl
(Look at me) You lookin’ good
(Look at you) You lookin’ good
(Look at me) Do it
(Look at you) Do it
(Look at me) Do it
(Look at you) I see you girl
(Look at me) Do it
(Look at you) Do it
(Look at me) Do it
(Look at you) I see you girl
(Look at me) You lookin’ good
(Look at you) Do it
(Look at me) Do it

You remind me of them days
Corner store after school, fumbling for change
Get your favorite flavor Now-and-Later with money that you saved
Watermelon Strawberry flav
Over there, thick chick with the braids
I see you girl, been itching to get the same
You know I been wantin’ it from the get
Since days of four-wheeling we lived in the same building
Now that we older, I’m wondering how it feel in it
I’m so real wit it, sincere wit it
I be hollerin’ out, I see you out and about
Spot you out, wonder what you all about
Lady, lemme see you do it like
Come on

(Look at me) Yeah
(Look at you) I’m seein’ you
(Look at me) You lookin’ good
(Look at you) Do it girl
(Look at me) Do it
(Look at you) Do it
(Look at me) Do it
(Look at you) Do it girl
(Look at me) I see you girl
(Look at you) You lookin’ good
(Look at me) Do it girl
(Look at you) Do it
(Look at me) Do it
(Look at you) I see you girl
(Look at me) You lookin’ good
(Look at you) Do it
(Look at me) Do it
(Look at you) Do it
(Look at me) Come on
(Look at you)
(Look at me) Shake it down
(Look at you)
(Look at me)

This is for the ladies who all on they own
This is for the niggas who be callin’ they phones
Ball hard at the bar or stay your ass at home
Stay there, cause these ladies don’t play fair, son
Out wit no clothes, gettin’ chose and then some
Yeah son, and e’ery one
Of all these chicks talk shit, be on some Biz Mark shit like,
“Ay girl, do me a favor
Make The Music With Your Mouth til I’m catching The Vapors”
It’s cuffing season, ain’t packing the game up
Cause if you ain’t in the game, you messing with danger
Girl, if you fine, it’s a line of a gang of niggas
That be wanting your number and planning to smang ya
That be wanting your number and planning to smang ya
So if you ain’t in the game, you messing with danger!
Track Name: Fire Wood Drumstix (The Editorial)
Rappers sounding like teenage girls, for serious
Y’all need to just stop the flow, period
Talk shit but really fabricated drama
Go ahead with all of that pause shit, comma
My shit state-of-the-art, you need to play your part
When you say you the best, use some quotation marks
You making wild claims, cant believe the shit you saying
I’m thinking WTF, interrobang
That wack shit on BET or at the VMAs
I just don’t understand, I need some guillemets
I said it’s wack, you can quote me verbatim
Damn right I said that shit, exclamation
Used to be nice, now you good with an asterisk
Wonder bout your semicolon use, you half-assing it
And what your flow lacks in rhythm and in wisdom
It makes up for in blank space, asterism
Classic diction, when I’m spitting and I’ll still flow
On to the next line, indent, pilcrow
Rhymes get no better, you fluctuate and worsen
Mad at the way I even punctuate my verses
Track Name: Crushin' (Touchin')
Girl I’m finna touch you right in your middle girl
I’m finna touch you right right now
(I’m finna touch you right) Yeah
Girl I’m finna touch you right, let's do it
(I’m finna touch you right) Yeah girl,
I’m finna touch you right right now
(I’m finna touch you right) Uh we touchin
(I’m finna touch you right) We touchin, yeaaahhh,
(I’m finna touch you right) We touchin

Bend it back, lady like a limbo
Til your back breaking like a Dilla instrumental

Uhh, yeah
Girl I’m fittin to destroy
Tryna touch on you but you be messin’ with sex toys
Cause you know how I hunt
I go straight for the taste, so I aim for ya ----
And you know I got the power like Samson, I wanna
Make you start puffin’ and pantin’ now mama
Thought we’d be workin’ it out
You using your hand; you told me I’m superfluous, wow
Teasing me girl, you doing your D-Jizzle
Plucking your strings like banjos and fiddles
Touching and flicking your somethin, this is getting ridiculous
Can a brother lick it or somethin?
F--k all the small talk, open your legs like a Walmart
Then you can play in my ball park
Thought we was fixin to get live
Bounce on these bedsprings then maybe some 6-9
But you ain’t break me off like that
Gimme 68 and then you can get off right fast, yeahhhh
We was gonna touch all night
Yeah right girl
We ain’t finna touch all night nope
Track Name: Once Upon A Time (---- Tha Police)
[The views expressed on this recording are not solely those of the artist, and by no means do we encourage or condone the violence used by law officials]

Ayo, where I’m from, they got tons of men
Who cheat, steal and sin, tryna take shit like the government
Poke their head in the whip, flash their badge in front of them
Niggas grunting and shit, saying nothing; they punish them
Oh yo, peeps can’t even run in front of them
Cause if one of them blacks run, they all gunning him
Believe that, they got something for your young sons
Cause they all assuming that they know what we doing
On some fast shit, they shoot blacks with automatics
And the fact is, they know they targeting black kids
They do that wack shit, they walk around with that ratchet
They call call you criminal, but they must got it backwards
Track Name: Fall In Love/Look Of Love Remix
One, two
One, two
…Fall in love
…Things you do
Don't sell yourself to fall in love
…Things you do

One, two

People saying my music is on that next shit
People steady clicking my site, cause it’s legit
Follow me on Twitter, and pick up my new shit
Bow and give respect, cause Spanky is just fresh
I’m the cat who’s on the beat and the mic, and killing both
Niggas nod they head to my music like they controlled
Cut off my ear to miss your whole flow
You niggas ain’t picturing me, I be that Van Gogh
Fuck your wack shit, I don’t listen, I’m fastin’ forward
In my stereo, I sound beautiful, I’m making miracles
With women that’s centerfolds,
I'm out of this, for the credits read below
All instruments played by the S; all vocals is laid by the S
Love

… To fall in love
… Things you do
Don't sell yourself to fall in love
With those things you do
Don’t sell yourself to fall in love
With those things you do
Don’t sell yourself to fall in love
With those things you do
Track Name: Thelonious
Yo
Slick like Kennedy, score like 23
Puerto Rican mamis see me, then they go, “ven aqui”
Your chick want me cause I got more energy
She see me in the street; she blow her horn like Kenny G
Lying to your face, say she ain’t tryna get with me
I’m brown and I’m smooth, might as well call me Hennessy
Got more kicks than an epileptic centipede
Bout to blow my top, Mount St. Helen, B
Muthafucka you don’t know the half, Menefee
So I ain’t listenin to anything you tellin’ me
Say we got a few, but my team stack plenty, we
Stay on top while the green grows every week
Can’t hear me, ain’t seeing me like Ms. Keller be
Worser than Helen, fellas ain’t even smelling me
Fiendin’ for my team, so they volunteer like Tennessee
Chicks on my pole like a gondolier in Venice be

And man, y’all rappers need to go quit
Talkin loud saying nothing,
Polonius talking wack bullshit,
Spanky on production but he prone to spit
My shit phatter than Esther on Sanford and Son lips
Yo shit wack, sucks dick like Butkus
Y’all ain’t shit, when Spank get to spitting the rhymes
Flawless and won’t miss, Steve Nash on the line
I’m on the ball with mine, y’all grabbin y’all balls all the time,
Your girl steady givin’ them drawers on the side, yo
I stay in your girl like Playtex
But she ain’t on my mind, I'm thinkin 'bout paychecks
Played out like tape decks and Avirex jackets
Playing foul in the game, but still just can’t hack it
Y’all dudes ain’t live no more, y’all dinosaurs
You dying to rhyme the way I do all the time
I do all the fly shit, y’all fall behind
Y’all pretty much taking the L like poor sports
Overexposed, showing your ass like short shorts
I be the most serious black since Hogwarts
You funny dude, cause really you think you can tell me
That you rappin bout hundreds but really ain’t seen 20s
Should have let somebody else look at
All them lyrics ‘fore they came out of your mouth crooked
I'm from where niggas swing bats like they Willie Mays
That's how they play, don’t hate like Timmy Hardaway
Felonious niggas, they play you out just like an 8-track
You not a sharp G, then you’ll be A-flat