Jive is one of the five International Latin dances. In competition it is danced at a speed of 44 bars per minute, although in other cases this is reduced to between 32 and 40 bars per minute.
Many of its basic patterns are similar to these of the East Coast Swing with the major difference of highly syncopated rhythm of the Triple Steps (Chasses), which use straight eighths in ECS and hard swing in Jive.
To jazz musicians who were the players of swing music in the 1930s and 1940s "Jive" was an expression denoting glib or foolish talk.
American soldiers brought Lindy Hop/Jitterbug to Europe around 1940, where this dance swiftly found a following among the young. In the United States the term Swing became the most common word used to describe the dance. In the UK variations in technique led to styles such as Boogie-Woogie and Swing Boogie, with "Jive" gradually emerging as the generic term.
After the war, the boogie became the dominant form for popular music. It was, however, never far from criticism as a foreign, vulgar dance. The famous ballroom dancing guru, Alex Moore, said that he had "never seen anything uglier". English instructors developed the elegant and lively ballroom Jive, danced to slightly slower music. In 1968 it was adopted as the fifth Latin dance in International competitions. The modern form of ballroom jive in the 1990's-present, is a very happy and boppy dance, the lifting of knees and the bending or rocking of the hips often occurs.
The basic step (Jive Basic) is a six beat pattern, comprising eight weight changes.
Leader:
Counts 1 2 - Rock step: left foot step back, right foot replace
Counts 3 a4 - Chasse to the left
Counts 5 a6 - Chasse to the right
The follower's steps are mirrored.
Mind Power
A Tribe Called Quest Lyrics
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Emceein, see I got this in my spirit
I got verses like Mahalia singin church hymns
So strap up because you skatin on ice that's wild thin
A weak foundation doesn't make a good home
That's why mine is built on chrome microphones
We bout to do it theoretically, insteadibly, to the medley
Come on
It's the complete Kamaal, unique, Fareed, breed
That'll keep you broke down like a Royce 5 speed
So move buddy, a yo we got to get this money
In this land of dead and crummy, ain't a damn thing funny
A yo, shout out to Mobb Deep, the Extra P
Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez, so don't sleep
We got reality for the carriage
Stayin sincere to this, so I know we gonna manage
Give me, liberty in mass amounts and Swiss bank accounts
With the sustainer, it'll be real
So me and my brothas, we can sit down and build
Like Rampage with that last boy scout appeal
We got that silk, satin, Manhattan intelligence feel
That keeps everything on even keels
So all you slow brothas talkin yang, ya poo tang
Now, we gonna show you how the real crew bang
A yo, I bring it to you live kid, Queens niggas love static
Your rap's had it, braggin more numbers than mathematics
I get brains on progmatic from leavin wet dreams shattered
That's the same copy gettin in your mug shot
I stays hot like summertime on LBQ and boo boo
The love shack is 192, my joint's smooth
To watch them niggas fall like Linque
I keeps it brand new like school shoppin
It's on and poppin
The club peeps this nigga's steez like rayon
You get laid off while I'll be gamin ghetto girl like 8-Off
The verdict's in, I be the look of blendin
Give up your goods cuz it's the start of your endin
(Where ya at?) We seein life for what it is
(Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids
(Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation
(Where ya at?)
Now, all that Glock totin' trash you talk will not prevail
It's stale, you'll either be dead or in jail
I keeps it realer than the logo on milk
Denouncin tough guy wannabes that look smoother than silk
That's the sound of the man gettin yanked off the stage
Tryin to front like he mad paid
Suckin so bad, we threw his mama off the train (insane)
MCs are just givin it all away (OK)
Who said him know about the Quest type sound?
Mess around and get your ass knocked down (clown)
I dedicate this to the posers that play hard
You wanna hear some rhymes, well come bring your bodyguard
So he can peep the worldwide Willie that we display
Leavin all MCs in complete disarray
I beez a veteran MC, crushin crews for years
You frontin hard, when you softer than the Berenstain Bears
Yeah, chumps be like "Phife, that ain't fair"
'Fuck outta here, do I look like I care?
Come off my stage, before I grab ya neck and handle ya
Wet ya like punani, then dry you like Canada
Shaheed Muhammad's on the Gemini mixer
Peace to Derrick Coleman, Mad Max and the Sixers
I'm cappin hard cuz I got this rap shit sold
>From Linden Boulevard down to Cascade Road
You know my steez, I treat hip hop like a sport
Holdin down fort up on Martinique Court like
(Where ya at?) We seein life for what it is
(Where ya at?) We get this money for these kids
(Where ya at?) We bout to build the foundation
(Where ya at?) We gonna start the Zulu Nation
(Where ya at?) Come on, come on
(Where ya at?) We gonna put it all together
(Where ya at?) No matter what the hell the weather
(Where ya at?)
Uh, uh, mind power
Uh, uh, kickin willie is good, all throughout your whole hood
But we gotta start with the spirit first y'all
Mind power
The lyrics to A Tribe Called Quest's "Mind Power" are filled with commentary on the state of the world around us, with a focus on the importance of staying true to oneself and building a strong foundation. The first verse speaks to the power of recognizing one's mission and how that insight can impact one's abilities. The second verse delves into the idea of staying true to oneself, with a comparison to a weak foundation that cannot hold a home upright. Instead, the song emphasizes building that foundation on "chrome microphones" and staying true to one's personal style.
Throughout the song, the lyrics touch on the group's admiration for powerful figures in the hip-hop world, including Mobb Deep, Busta Rhymes, and De La Soul. The song also references the Zulu Nation, a hip-hop organization known for promoting positive messages and cultural pride. The overall message is clear: in the face of a world that can often be dead and crummy, staying true to one's self and building a strong foundation is essential for success.
Line by Line Meaning
Your new lesson is to realize the mission when you hear it
Listen carefully to the message and absorb its essence
Emceein, see I got this in my spirit
I possess the talent and passion to be a great MC
I got verses like Mahalia singin church hymns
My rhymes are powerful and evoke a spiritual feeling
So strap up because you skatin on ice that's wild thin
Be careful, your foundation may be weak and unstable
A weak foundation doesn't make a good home
Success requires a strong and solid foundation
That's why mine is built on chrome microphones
My foundation is built on my talent as an MC
We bout to do it theoretically, insteadibly, to the medley
We will use our intellectual prowess to create a unique sound
It's the complete Kamaal, unique, Fareed, breed
Our group is comprised of distinct and individual talents
That'll keep you broke down like a Royce 5 speed
Our music will move you and keep you on your toes
So move buddy, a yo we got to get this money
We need to work hard and hustle to make a living
In this land of dead and crummy, ain't a damn thing funny
Life can be bleak and unforgiving, and there's nothing to joke about
A yo, shout out to Mobb Deep, the Extra P
Respect to other artists in our genre who pave the way
Busta Rhymes, De La, the J Beez, so don't sleep
There are many talented artists in hip hop who deserve recognition
We got reality for the carriage
Our music speaks truth and reflects our reality
Stayin sincere to this, so I know we gonna manage
We will stay true to ourselves and persevere
Give me, liberty in mass amounts and Swiss bank accounts
We want the freedom to express ourselves and the financial means to support our art
With the sustainer, it'll be real
If we have the means to sustain ourselves, we can create authentic music
So me and my brothas, we can sit down and build
We'll use our resources to create and grow as artists
Like Rampage with that last boy scout appeal
Our music will have a powerful and memorable impact
We got that silk, satin, Manhattan intelligence feel
Our music is refined and sophisticated
That keeps everything on even keels
Our music brings balance and harmony
So all you slow brothas talkin yang, ya poo tang
We don't have time for people who talk without action or purpose
Now, we gonna show you how the real crew bang
Our music will demonstrate our authenticity and talent
I get brains on progmatic from leavin wet dreams shattered
My rhymes are so powerful they can make people experience vivid dreams
That's the same copy gettin in your mug shot
Copying others won't make you successful or unique
I stays hot like summertime on LBQ and boo boo
I am always on fire and never cool down
The love shack is 192, my joint's smooth
My music is sexy and smooth like a love shack
To watch them niggas fall like Linque
We love to see fake people exposed and fail
The verdict's in, I be the look of blendin
I am the perfect combination of style and skill
Give up your goods cuz it's the start of your endin
Your time is up, it's the beginning of the end
Now, all that Glock totin' trash you talk will not prevail
Violent and aggressive behavior will not lead to success or victory
It's stale, you'll either be dead or in jail
That kind of lifestyle is dangerous and unfulfilling
I keeps it realer than the logo on milk
I am authentic and true to myself
Denouncin tough guy wannabes that look smoother than silk
We don't have time for fake people who pretend to be tough but aren't
That's the sound of the man gettin yanked off the stage
Fake artists will be exposed and removed
Tryin to front like he mad paid
Fake artists pretend to be successful when they're not
Suckin so bad, we threw his mama off the train (insane)
Their performance was so bad, it was like throwing someone off a train
MCs are just givin it all away (OK)
Lots of artists give away their talent for free
Who said him know about the Quest type sound?
Not everyone can understand or appreciate our unique style
Mess around and get your ass knocked down (clown)
Don't mess with us or you'll regret it
I dedicate this to the posers that play hard
This is for the fake artists pretending to be tough
You wanna hear some rhymes, well come bring your bodyguard
We're not afraid of confrontation or competition
So he can peep the worldwide Willie that we display
Let others see our talent and uniqueness
Leavin all MCs in complete disarray
Our music is so powerful it confuses and disorients other artists
I beez a veteran MC, crushin crews for years
I am an experienced artist who has dominated for a long time
You frontin hard, when you softer than the Berenstain Bears
Don't try to be tough when you're actually weak
Yeah, chumps be like "Phife, that ain't fair"
Fake artists will complain that we have an unfair advantage
'Fuck outta here, do I look like I care?
We don't care about what fake artists say or think
Come off my stage, before I grab ya neck and handle ya
Get off our stage before we get physical with you
Wet ya like punani, then dry you like Canada
We will humiliate and defeat you thoroughly
Shaheed Muhammad's on the Gemini mixer
Our DJ is talented and skilled
Peace to Derrick Coleman, Mad Max and the Sixers
Respect to basketball players who inspire us
I'm cappin hard cuz I got this rap shit sold
We're successful and confident in our music career
>From Linden Boulevard down to Cascade Road
Our music reaches far and wide
You know my steez, I treat hip hop like a sport
We take hip hop seriously and approach it competitively
Holdin down fort up on Martinique Court like
We're established and respected in our community
Mind power
The power of focus and determination
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: GENE REDD,, GENE JR. REDD, ROY HANDY, CLEVELAND HORNE, ROBERT BELL, RONALD BELL, ROBERT MICKENS, DENNIS THOMAS, RICHARD WESTFIELD, GEORGE BROWN, CLAYDES SMITH, KAMAL IBN JOHN FAREED, ALI SHAHEED MUHAMMAD, MALIK TAYLOR, DEXTER MILLS
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