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Justin "J Boogie" Boland is an American DJ/producer from San Francisco, California. He is signed to the Om Records label, and has a group called J Boogie's Dubtronic Science, which features himself and a few other frequent contributors. Although Dubtronic Science uses production techniques popularized in Dub music, the music does not fall strictly under that stylistic genre. He released his first J Boogie's Dubtronic Science album in 2003. In 2008 Soul Vibrations came out.

His style includes a mixture of hip-hop, funk, nujazz, afrobeat, latin, dancehall, soul, and electronic. He is the co-creator of the radio show "Beatsauce," along with DJ's Raw B, and Wisdom on KUSF, which was awarded "Best hip-hop show" by citysearch.com, the S.F. Bay Guardian, and the S.F. Weekly. J Boogie served as the host of the Nickelodeon television block TEENick for several years and the short-lived CW Now television news-magazine show.

Afros in Ya
J-Boogie's Dubtronic Science Lyrics

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Bad Boy
Come out and play
Y'all know we had to do a remix, right?

Uh, uh
niggas is mad I get more butt than ashtrays (yeah)
Fuck a fair one, I get mine the fast way (remix)
Ski mask way, nigga, ransom notes (uh)

Far from handsome, but damn a nigga tote (uh) (what you tote?)
More guns than roses, foes is shakin' in their boots (yeah)
Invisible bully like The Gooch
Disappear, vamoose, you're wack to me (uh)
Take them rhymes back to the factory
I see, the gimmicks, the wack lyrics (yeah)
The shit is depressin', pathetic
please forget it (forget it) (uh)
You're mad 'cause my style you're admirin' (uh)
Don't be mad, UPS is hirin' (woo)
You shoulda been a cop, fuck hip-hop (yeah)
With that freestyle, you're bound to get shot (uh)
Not from Houston but I Rap-A-Lot (that's right) (uh-huh)
pack the gat a lot (uh-huh)
The flav's 'bout to drop, uh

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Time for new flava in ya ear
I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear
Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Time for new flava in ya ear (ah, here comes the Mack)

Word up, no rap, no crap, you bore me (the remix) (word up)
Wanna grab my dick, too lazy, hold it for me (uh)
I'm straight rap great, bustin' heads, straighten dreads
I'm everlastin', like the toe on PRO-Keds (yeah, what?)
A Tec-9 when I rhyme
Plus I climb, word is bond
Your album couldn't fuck with one line (couldn't fuck with one line, boy) (uh-uh)
It's been three years since you last hear
But now I reappear, your heart pumps fear (rock on)
To your gut (what?), did your girl's butt (huh)
I scraped it, shaped it, now she won't strut (haha)
I smash teeth, fuck your beef, no relief (uh-uh)
I step on stage, girls scream like I'm Keith (ah)
You won't be around next year (no, you won't)
My rap's too severe, kickin' mad flava in ya ear

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Time for new flava in ya ear
I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear
Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Time for new flava in ya ear

Twenty-one, '94, mad motherfuckin' hardcore
It's my time to burn, now explore (the remix)
The flava in ya ear, it's The Boy Scout
I make outs, I make other rappers have doubts (that's right)
You're fuckin' with the wrong clan
And the wrong man, that's it (uh)
Now you got to get your dome split (rock on)
I'm goin' into my knapsack with my gat
Take off my hat, guess I'm just cool like that
The dangerous, the ruggedness, from the Flatbush abyss (uh)
BLS, 97, KISS, bounce to this (bounce)
I'm gonna live long in this rap game, niggas know my name
Yo Puffy (burn 'em in the flames)

You're jinglin' baby (go 'head daddy)
You're jinglin' baby (go 'head daddy)

He-she, uh, blowticious
Skeevy (mmm, yeah), delicious
Gimme couscous, love me good
Mmm, damn
Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good?
I guess like the jeans, uh
Flavor like praline, sick, daddy, yah'mean
Papa love it, when he does it (that's right)
Niggas buzz it (come on)
But tell me, was it really just the flavor that be cloggin' your ears?
The most healthy behavior is to stay in the clear (uh)
It's all for you, it's really all for you (now what?)
Hunchback, close your eyes try to munch that
Coil up your ankles let your Timbs tap
Bite the flavor, it reacts to your gold caps
Word to Mama, I tongue kiss a piranha
Electrocute a barracuda, I'm here to bring the drama

Yo, yo, yo
Flavors in your ass crease, ha
Busta Rhymes about to bring the noise, so cease, ha (bring the noise)
Let me loose from the belly of the beast, ha (come on)
Everybody, hey, hey, hey
You better believe it's Busta Rhymes the great
We 'bout to rip the Tri-State, yo, yo
Hey, hey, hey
I'll split your face and give you stitches (yeah)
Throw niggas in ditches, slap the ass of fat bitches
Wait one sec', as I get down
I'm rollin' with the heavyweight connect to the stompin' ground
Now, don't you get suspicious (uh-uh)
I grant your wishes every time
Bring it vicious when I bust a rhyme (word is bond)
I know one thing the whole world least expected
Is how we all connected to break fool on the same record (ha)
Five new flavors on a beat, feel the fuckin' heat (oh)
I really think you should retreat while we blow up the street (Bad Boy)
Instead of coppin' pleas just freeze (ha)
Maintain the focus while we smoke these marijuana trees
When I get down I disappear, reappear and blow up everywhere (ha)
Fuckin' with these flavors in ya ear (flavors)

Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Time for new flava in ya ear
I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear
Here comes the brand new flava in ya ear
Time for new flava in ya ear
I'm kickin' new flava in ya ear
Mack's the brand new flava in ya ear

'94
East coast represent
Bad Boy
Rock on

Moe Dee
Rock on

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to J-Boogie's Dubtronic Science's song "Afros in Ya" are actually the lyrics to the remix of Craig Mack's song "Flava In Ya Ear" featuring various artists like The Notorious B.I.G., Rampage, LL Cool J, and Busta Rhymes. The song starts with a boastful verse where the artist claims to get more attention from women than ashtrays do from cigarette butts. He also talks about his quick methods of getting money and his readiness to resort to violence if necessary. He mocks rappers with gimmicky and weak lyrics and suggests they go back to the drawing board. He also claims that people are jealous of his style and talent, and suggests that they should pursue careers other than hip-hop.

The chorus of the song introduces the idea of a brand new flavor in your ear, referring to the fresh and innovative approach taken by the artists on the remix. They aim to introduce a new sound and style that will captivate listeners and leave a lasting impact. The song continues with verses from different artists, each showcasing their unique skills and lyrical prowess. They discuss their reputation, success in the rap game, and their ability to bring excitement and energy to their performances. The song ends with a call for unity among East Coast artists and a nod to the history of hip-hop.

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: James Todd Smith, Sean Combs, Osten Harvey, Craig J. Mack, Roger Mcnair, Trevor Smith, Christopher Wallace

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