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“A breath of fresh air”. That’s the phrase most often used to describe Asia Bryant. Whether referring to her phenomenal vocal range, her worldly songwriting perspective, her humble aura, or just the complex simplicity of her records, Asia has managed to be a refreshing change in an industry that badly needs a makeover. But, to know Asia’s story is to understand how she’s been so able to embrace change and thrive within it.
Since birth, it seems as if Asia has been in constant transition. At eight months old, Asia’s mother made the decision to move the family away from the crime and violence of inner city Patterson, NJ to the more family-oriented Carolinas, finally settling in Charleston, SC. “That move was big because most of my extended family was in New Jersey. I had no family in South Carolina and nothing I really knew was there”. Compound the move with the fact that her parents would divorce soon after, which came especially hard for the “daddy’s girl” who would never see her father again due to the strain of the separation. Then, fast forward a few years to top this rough period off with the tragic loss of her younger brother to an asthma attack. Asia says, “I guess music became a release, a way to get away from everything, a way to talk about what was going on without actually saying the words, I could just write songs about it.”
In 2001, Asia decided to take control of the many changes in her life. Determined to pursue her dreams, she spent the weekends of her 10th thru 12th grade years of high school taking Greyhound buses back and forth to Atlanta attempting to network with industry professionals. On one of those weekend treks, during a random stop at the popular Varsity restaurant, she ran into Craig A. King – a talented producer who has worked with Ray Charles, Quincy Jones, Kanye West, Aaliyah, Will Smith, and more. Only moments into their encounter, Craig decided to take Asia under his wing.
After working together for a few years, King introduced Asia to James “Choir Boi” Bennett - acclaimed, songwriter, producer and A&R for multi-platinum hip hop artist, Ludacris. The three decided to take Asia’s natural talent and develop a unique sound which she described as “prissy, edgy, hood”. She would go on to perform on stage alongside names such as Lyfe Jennings and Yung Joc. She also got her feet wet in arranging by arranging a choral performance for Ludacris’s VIBE awards performance of “Georgia”. Asia also headlined numerous shows of her own. Not to mention having the #1 song in the Carolina’s “Geechie” and being the voice of the big station in Charleston SC - Z-93.
But as time passed, the trio’s progress began to plateau and eventually stall all together. Feeling the need for change in order to regroup and reevaluate their current circumstances, Asia was prompted to return to Charleston, unsure when she’d return to Atlanta to complete her musical journey. Questions loomed.
Reluctant to return, even after a lengthy period of deliberation, Asia was pushed into one last ditch effort. She auditioned for a spot in a female R&B group that another multi-platinum hip hop artist, Young Jeezy, was putting together. Although Asia was against being in a group and knew her calling was as a solo artist, she obliged. During the audition, Asia’s amazing voice caught the attention of Nick Love, former VP of Marketing & Promotions for Jeezy’s record label.
Young Jeezy’s group never made it out of the starting gate but Nick and Asia kept in touch. Making no promises, Nick agreed to take her on as a client, only as a songwriter. But Nick’s partner, Tiffany Jones, saw something special in Asia and pushed to do more with her, as an artist. That decision proved wise.
After only 3 months, Asia was back in the mix churning out hooks and songs for several of the biggest, artists and producers in Atlanta. One of her most special creations, her single, “Can’t Help It” - a record that embodies Asia’s urban/alternative/world sound yet still oozes with the soul of all of those who have influenced her like Aaliyah, Mariah Carey, Tina Turner and Lalah Hathaway
Now, armed with this new single, a new look, a new direction, a new team, and a seemingly unlimited supply of fantastic new music, Asia is ready to conquer the charts and the world!!!
This is . . . ASIA BRYANT!!!
Booking: Nick Love - nicklove@tmo.blackberry.net
Press: Tiffany Jones - t_dime1@sprint.blackberry.net
Just Another Day
Asia Bryant Lyrics
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Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table
That's how you remember it, that's how I remember it
Yeah, dip into the liquor store, .9 in my khaki's
Crips tryna get at me, my red Impala bumping like acne
My city a trap me
Been shot, robbed, stabbed, chased home, socked out
Disintegrate niggas went into me, dome shots like Kennedy
Slugs trippin' with Henessey, got murderous tendencies
And if you don't know where the fuck they got me from
Martin Scorsese when I pull out my gun
Scarface, car chase, tell me how your blood taste
Ask your baby mama, she'll tell you how a blood taste
Basket case, still I'm back with Dre, wait I never left
Run up in Beats, "Bitch pass the safe! Compton"
Produced by a billionaire in this motherfucker
Still smoking, Dre we need a ceiling in this motherfucker
Compton!
They're killing in this motherfucker
They're drilling in this motherfucker
Lock the door, they're stealing in this motherfucker
No chains, no reins, this my home
Nigga this hub city, no fly zone
Niggas pull out burners, start breaking like turbo on ozone
Crack fiends on the back streets
Where the tracks lean and the needles lay
And switchblades, if you bitch made
Put chili all on your Frito Lay's
Where we dream of Montego Bay
But all we got is the swap meet
Where the cops meet, go bang bang
Leaves blood stains on the concrete
And I'm the only nigga bumping Mobb Deep
'Cause I mob deep down that side street
I'm a west side rider, live with gats on collars
Don't hate me, better get your dollars
I be on Rosecrans with a Glock in both hands
Leaning on that bro hand
Flame dump like a co-tail with my name on it
Another day in Compton, the thrill is high
Know somebody's watching, but I don't know why
Feel the fire burning, it touches the sky
Feeling coming at you, I won't die tonight
So I get by, I get by
I get by, I get, I get by
'Cause it's just another day in Compton
In "Just Another Day," Dr. Dre paints a picture of what life was like growing up in Compton. The first verse talks about how he remembers being at his grandma's house with six pounds of marijuana on her coffee table. He then talks about how dangerous the city was and how he has been shot, robbed, chased home, and attacked by different groups of people. Despite all the violence, he still feels a strong connection to Compton and proudly claims it as his home. The chorus talks about the constant danger and tension in the city, but he remains resilient and determined to survive.
Line by Line Meaning
It's motherfuckin' Game time!
It's time to get serious and focus on what is to come
Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table
I remember having lots of marijuana on my grandma's coffee table
That's how you remember it, that's how I remember it
We share a common memory of that experience
Yeah, dip into the liquor store, .9 in my khaki's
I went to the liquor store with a gun hidden in my pants
Crips tryna get at me, my red Impala bumping like acne
Members of the Crips gang were after me while I was driving my red Impala, the music was loud
My city a trap me
The dangerous environment of my hometown has trapped me
Been shot, robbed, stabbed, chased home, socked out
I have experienced violence in many forms, including being shot, robbed, stabbed, chased, and beaten up
Jabbed by esse's, cops, degenerate niggas with rags
I have been attacked by members of different groups, including Latinos, police, and lowlife individuals with gang affiliations
Disintegrate niggas went into me, dome shots like Kennedy
People have tried to hurt me badly, to the point of using deadly force, similar to the assassination of President Kennedy
Slugs trippin' with Henessey, got murderous tendencies
I have a dangerous attraction to alcohol and violence
And if you don't know where the fuck they got me from
If you don't know where I come from and the struggles I faced
Martin Scorsese when I pull out my gun
My actions are cinematic and dramatic, like in a Martin Scorsese movie
Scarface, car chase, tell me how your blood taste
I identify with the movie Scarface, I drive fast cars and enjoy hurting people
Ask your baby mama, she'll tell you how a blood taste
I have hurt people to the point where those close to them can testify to the taste of their blood
Basket case, still I'm back with Dre, wait I never left
Despite being mentally unstable, I am still collaborating with Dr. Dre
Run up in Beats, "Bitch pass the safe! Compton"
I raided Beats Electronics, demanding access to their safe, representing my hometown of Compton
Produced by a billionaire in this motherfucker
The song was produced by a billionaire, emphasizing the money involved in the music industry but also contrasting it with the poverty of Compton
Still smoking, Dre we need a ceiling in this motherfucker
We are smoking weed and need a higher ceiling
They're killing in this motherfucker
People are being murdered frequently
They're drilling in this motherfucker
People are stealing from homes and businesses
Lock the door, they're stealing in this motherfucker
We need to lock the door to prevent theft
No chains, no reins, this my home
I am free to do as I please in my hometown
Nigga this hub city, no fly zone
Compton is a tough town, where criminals rule and the police have limited control
Niggas pull out burners, start breaking like turbo on ozone
People are quick to draw guns, and fights escalate rapidly
Crack fiends on the back streets
Drug addicts can be found in the less traveled streets of Compton
Where the tracks lean and the needles lay
Train tracks are lined with used needles, evidence of drug addiction
And switchblades, if you bitch made
People carry switchblades and will use them to intimidate the weak
Put chili all on your Frito Lay's
Someone might add hot sauce to your snack as a form of aggression
Where we dream of Montego Bay
Despite the harsh reality of Compton, people still hope for better places and lives
But all we got is the swap meet
The swap meet is a popular, yet limited shopping option in Compton
Where the cops meet, go bang bang
Police frequently engage in shootings
Leaves blood stains on the concrete
Evidence of violence is visible on the streets
And I'm the only nigga bumping Mobb Deep
I'm the only one listening to the rap group Mobb Deep
'Cause I mob deep down that side street
I roll with a group of people down a certain street
I'm a west side rider, live with gats on collars
I am proud to be from the west side of Compton, I always carry guns
Don't hate me, better get your dollars
Do not envy me, focus on making money yourself
I be on Rosecrans with a Glock in both hands
I frequently carry guns on Rosecrans Avenue
Leaning on that bro hand
I stand relaxed with one arm resting on something
Flame dump like a co-tail with my name on it
I'm on fire with the attention I'm getting
Another day in Compton, the thrill is high
Every day in Compton feels dangerous and exciting
Know somebody's watching, but I don't know why
I feel like someone is observing me, but I don't know why
Feel the fire burning, it touches the sky
I'm excited and passionate about what I do, the feeling is intense
Feeling coming at you, I won't die tonight
Despite the dangerous environment, I am confident in my survival
So I get by, I get by
I continue to survive and find ways to thrive
I get by, I get, I get by
I am resilient and able to overcome obstacles
'Cause it's just another day in Compton
The dangerous reality of Compton is a regular part of life
Lyrics © DistroKid, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Asiahn Jalecca Rebecca Bryant, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Stanley Bernard Benton, Thepporn Petchubon, Theron Femmster, Trevor Lawrence
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@veljkotakic1817
[Intro]
It's motherfuckin' Game time!
[Verse: Game]
Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table
That's how you remember it? That's how I remember it
Yeah, dip into the liquor store, nine in my khakis
Crips tryna get at me, my red Impala bumping like acne
My city a trap me; been shot, robbed, stabbed, chased home, socked out
Jabbed by esse's, cops, degenerate niggas with rags
Disintegrate niggas when enemy, dome shots like Kennedy
Slugs drippin' with Hennessey, got murderous tendencies
And if you don't know where the fuck they got me from
Martin Scorsese when I pull out my gun
Scarface, car chase, tell me how your blood taste
Ask your baby mama, she'll tell you how a Blood taste
Basket case, still I'm back with Dre, wait I never left
Run up in Beats, "Bitch pass the safe! Compton"
Produced by a billion in this motherfucker
Still smokin', Dre we need a ceilin' in this motherfucker
Compton! They killin' in this motherfucker
They grillin' in this motherfucker
Lock the door, they stealin' in this motherfucker
No chains, no rings, this my home
Nigga, this Hub City, no-fly zone
Niggas pull out burners
Start breakin' like Turbo on Ozone
Crack fiends on the back streets
Where the tracks lean, where the needles lay
And switchblades, if you bitch made
Put chili all on your Frito Lay's
Where we dream of Montego Bay
But all we got is the swap meet
Where the cops meet, go bang bang
Leaves blood stains on that concrete
And I'm the only nigga bumpin' Mobb Deep
'Cause I mob deep down that side street
'Cause I'm a West side rider, live with gats on collars
Don't hate me, better get your dollars
I be on Rosecrans with a Glock in both hands
Leanin' on that Brougham
Flamed up like a Coke can with my name on it
[Outro: Asia Bryant]
Another day in Compton, the thrill is high
Know somebody's watchin', but I don't know why
Feel the fire burnin', it touches the sky
Feel 'em coming at you, I won't die tonight
So I get by, I get by
I get by, I get, I get by
'Cause it's just another day in Compton
@atigulmascay8653
OMG Asia Bryant's Part is sick as fuck, why it's so fucking short ????
Her voice is harmonizing with this beat so hard, damn. It just makes you being in Compton
@astxrism3628
Best part of this song Fr
@maliktafo5307
That's the part i came here bro fo real
@atigulmascay8653
@MALIK TAFO I am always skipping to her part bro, despite that fact that I am fan of game 😅
@maliktafo5307
@Atigül Mascay 😀👍👍
@richblackkid2523
i will always be a the game fan , he killed it
@user-gz2sd7ds1x
Kendrick Lamar laid the skeleton down tho
@dcarroll3686
Wurd me 2
It's dope too cause he always raps w the conviction from day 1!
@pishta1164
@Eff tee Pee s
@FC_MC
Thats why i‘m here