From an early age, BT demonstrated a remarkable aptitude for playing and understanding classical music. He was heavily influenced by avant-garde and romantic composers such as Stravinsky, Bartok, Debussy and Rachmaninov. His biggest influences, however, were from everyday sounds that most would take for granted, from noticing the meter of the grandfather clock in the foyer to the micro-rhythms of crickets and cicadas to the ambience of passing trains at night.
The drive to actualize the tools BT envisions has led to his evolution as one of the most cutting-edge programmers and technologists in music today. He has expanded this reach into a visionary software venture, Sonik Architects which launched its critically- and commercially-acclaimed iPhone application, Sonifi™.
Brian Transeau is the father of a young daughter, Kaia. He lives and composes his works in his Los Angeles home/studio in which he has a few Apple G5's and 8 AMD dual-core Opteron 64-bit desktops which he uses for his techno-wizardry.
BT has released 8 albums and has scored over a dozen films. His most critically acclaimed album, "This Binary Universe" (released August 29, 2006), was composed in 5.1 surround sound and contains animated videos for each song, presenting a new way of experiencing music.
BT works with multiple computers and the CSound programming language to help craft his work. He also owns a company, Sonik Architects, which develops both VST and VSTi programs which he uses in his own productions.
Damn!
BT Lyrics
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This Sean Paul, Lil John, J-Bo, Youngbloodz
You already know how we do it homeboy
It's A-Town (105 Road for dem hoes)
It's A-Town (east side for dem hoes), Attic Crew you already know
Lil John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like dis here boy
[Sean Paul]
Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary
They come from the hole they livin' in the month of February
OK then put a sissy nigga on display then
Kick in ya door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in
I'm still Attic A-double T-I-see
It ain't a hoe out there fo real who don't know 'bout me
Bitch I'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold billy
It's Youngbloodz A-Town malt liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter
Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cover
Lil John he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah
[Chorus]
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
[J-Bo]
I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cause that's my right hand man
Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
With Lil John it's Youngbloodz they crunk as can be
Attic Crew 105 that's if you lookin to rumble
Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder
'Cause in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and gators
In my Chevy so super I'm the one to call
Just dial 1-800-430 slash ALCOHOL
And dawg I'm not the one that you really just want to clown
I'm cool in my way, but shit still I shut 'em down
And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool
In the cut 'bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do
[Chorus]
[Sean Paul]
Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
And you goin' need more than stitches to patch that leak up
Chump like me up my mouth TB'd up
With the plush leather guts steady grippin' the butt
Oh you fo sho with it, then pull yo pistol
Show a nigga you ain't hoe with it
And I ain't selfish I will let you and your folk feel it
Talkin' big boy shit
Me muggin' like a motherfucker my hand on my dick
[J-Bo]
'Cause at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new
We started off with Shake Em Off so look potna oh guess who
It's them boys from the bottom who took you down 85
And hit you with that you-Way so don't be surprised
We buckin' blowin' chillin' and sippin' on something good
I'm peepin' out the scenery and wishin' a nigga would
In case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to lock and load
To take you through the South to show you how we throw dem bows
[Chorus]
The song starts with the introduction of the artists, Sean Paul, Lil John, J-Bo, and the Youngbloodz. They dedicate the song to A-Town, which stands for Atlanta, where they come from. Sean Paul's verse talks about the fear and danger on the streets and how he is called to come back to it. He emphasizes himself as ATTIC A-double T-I-see, stating that there's no woman out there who doesn't know him. He talks about how he is always ready to defend himself and his people, and violence runs in their blood.
J-Bo's verse talks about his style and how he's crunk like no one else. He mentions his right-hand man, Mr. Herringbone, and Lil John as Youngbloodz. He calls out anyone who tries to mess with him and warns them that he can shut them down. Sean Paul's second verse talks about how his mouth is always ready to talk and how he's ready to set things straight. J-Bo's second verse is about how they keep the party going and how they are prepared to handle any popping situation.
The song's chorus is simple and direct, stating that if someone doesn't give a damn, they don't give a fuck. It warns people not to start any drama because it won't end well.
Line by Line Meaning
They callin' me to come back to the streets, Sean P. a/k/a Sharp Crease
Sean Paul is being called to return to the streets, where he is known as Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary
It's necessary to return because there are a lot of scary people out there
They come from the hole they livin' in the month of February
These people are so bad that it's like they come from a bad place in February
OK then put a sissy nigga on display then
If that's the case, put a weak person on display
Kick in ya door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in
We'll kick down the door and my associates will bring in guns
It ain't a hoe out there fo real who don't know 'bout me
Every woman out there knows who I am
Bitch I'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
I'm confident in my abilities, don't make me get my gun
Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
I'll go get the gun and I'm not selfish, I'll let you and your woman feel it too
Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold billy
I won't be caught drinking champagne, I prefer malt liquor
It's Youngbloodz A-Town malt liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter
We're drinking malt liquor and we're from the gutter
Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cover
We'll kill someone and leave them dead and covered
Lil John he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
Lil John creates beats that make you want to dance
Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah
Sean Paul carries a gun to threaten and shoot people if necessary
If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck
If you don't care, neither do we
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
If you don't start any problems, there won't be any
I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
I stand around and drink while handling business
Old school straight foolish like no other indeed
I'm old school foolish and unique
Cock back bust aim now I done got yo number
I'll take aim and shoot you once I have you in my sights
In the club you gone feel it when it drop this summer
When our music drops this summer, you'll feel it in the club
Like rain we gone pour and hit you hard like thunder
We'll come on strong like rain and hit you hard like thunder
And dawg I'm not the one that you really just want to clown
Don't mess with me because I'm not one to be messed with
In the cut 'bout slizzard somewhere that's how we do
We're relaxing and getting drunk somewhere
Out of town hard heads get swiss cheesed up
If you're from out of town and causing trouble, you'll get shot full of holes
And you goin' need more than stitches to patch that leak up
It will take more than just stitches to fix your wounds
'Cause in the Dirty we dem boys that drank you under the table
We're the ones in the Dirty South that will drink you under the table
Where dem niggaz pimp hoes in fly suits and gators
In our world, guys in fancy suits and alligator shoes pimp women
Just dial 1-800-430 slash ALCOHOL
If you need alcohol, call 1-800-430-ALCOHOL
I'm cool in my way, but shit still I shut 'em down
I'm calm but I can still bring people down
And piss on them haters J-Bo he cuts a fool
I don't care about the haters, J-Bo is misbehaving
'Cause at a grip we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nuttin' new
We keep it going like it's nothing new
We started off with Shake Em Off so look potna oh guess who
We started with Shake Em Off, so guess who we are
And hit you with that you-Way so don't be surprised
We'll hit you with that underground sound that might surprise you
In case it just might pop I'm 'bout ready to lock and load
I'm ready to shoot if things get heated
To take you through the South to show you how we throw dem bows
We'll take you through the South and show you how to fight
Lyrics © Roba Music, Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, THE ADMINISTRATION MP, INC.
Written by: JEFFREY N GRIGSBY, SEAN N JOSEPH, CEDRICK N LEONARD, CRAIG N LOVE, ROB MCDOWELL, JONATHAN H SMITH
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One of my favorite all time albums!