We Winnin by Ben Fagan & the Holy City Hooligans (w/Righchus)
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| Artist: | Ben Fagan & the Holy City Hooligans (w/Righchus) |
| Album: | The Freestyle Sessions 1 |
| Title: | We Winnin |
| Year: | 2010 |
| Track number: | 8 |
| Total tracks: | 8 |
| Genres: | Hip Hop/Rap / R&B / Soul |
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Liner notes
"I wrote this song with Ben Fagan in mind. He came in and completely switched the direction I had in mind into something better. I started out with a Matthew Santos sound in mind for the chorus and it turned into Citizen Cope." - Righchus
Lyrics by Righchus and Ben Fagan
Produced by Max Berry
About the artist
Ben Fagan makes "music with a message" that can lift you up or bring you deep. Whatever the mood, poignant lyrics and visceral melodies reach out to move your body and soul. From early on, Fagan’s been a "wordy" guy. His first vocal accomplishment came at age 3, when he memorized all the lyrics on his brother's Weird Al Yankovic albums. (That's a lot of words!) He spent the following years expanding his repertoire and absorbing the sounds of his favorite icons: Boyz II Men, Stevie Wonder, Michael Jackson, Bob Marley, Sublime, to name a few…Fast forward to college and beyond ...Freshman year, he spit enough words to win the MTV Campus Invasion Freestyle Contest…Senior year, with Phi Beta Kappa locked down and fronting his rock band on school nights, Fagan was recruited for a well-known reality show...After nailing the grand prize, he returned to his musical pursuits.
Based in Charleston, SC, Fagan is a frontman who has been described as a "consummate performer." His first band (the Plainfield Project) drew a following that packed local and regional venues. Its ska/reggae-influenced rock earned heavy rotation on Charleston adult contemporary radio. Fagan wrote or co-wrote all of the songs on the band’s collection of sun-drenched grooves, ranging from trippy to soulful.
Ever-evolving and committed to keep it fresh, Fagan formed his Holy City Hooligans band in early 2011. This time, his muse inspired a fusion of island vibes, urban funk, and hip pop. Much in the style of Sublime and OAR, the Hooligans mix a blend of genres into a cohesive sound. "I've tried straight rock and pop but nothing makes sense to me like funky, soulful grooves,” says Fagan. “I'm blending hip-hop beats with the chill vibes and positive message of reggae and funk to create a dance-able, feel-good experience.” The band released its debut cd, "The Freestyle Sessions 1," in late May 2011. Showcasing Fagan's powerful but ever-smooth vocals and colorful bass riffs, the album also features some of Charleston's favorite talents: Righchus (voted best hip-hop artist, 2 years), members from the Plainfield Project (voted best local band, 3 years), and Fagan Brothers (Ben and his brother/mentor, Chris Fagan).
Ben Fagan & the Holy City Hooligans love what they do and it's contagious. Growing crowds of new and existing fans are shakin' to the funky chops, swayin' to the reggae grooves, and bouncin' to the hip-hop beats. Surprise and delight ensue, when these unassuming but spunky twenty-somethings "crush it" for their audience with the polish of a seasoned act. Gaining momentum on the east coast, with street-smart savvy and an irrepressible gift for getting the party started, the Hooligans are poised to break onto the national scene.
www.benfaganmusic.com
www.facebook.com/holycityhooligans
Lyrics
WE WINNIN
(CHORUS) We winnin' and it sounds like oh oh oh oh oh/ And this winnin' is all that I know oh oh oh oh/ Illa Kamp in the building lettin' shots off/ World series attitude hittin' walk offs/ My actions speak loud, that's why I talk soft/ Now where your girl at, I'm trying to get my rocks soft/ Probably go harder with a polished flow/ Steppin' to the plate like a young DiMaggio/ Apollo Creed and Rocky I want that same feel/ Me and Ben Fagan, Righchus and Plainfield/ Talkin' mad shit steppin' on the playing field/ I'm just trying to stay up no training wheels/ Getting love from the country to the islands/ Dudes say they eatin', I can hear their stomachs growling/ Keep flying 'til the day they shoot you down/ Leaping off the launching pad, barely left the ground/ I see through all the hate, that's why I keep grinnin'/ Look 'em in the face while I'm yellin' out/ (CHORUS) We winnin' and it sounds like oh oh oh oh oh/ And this winnin' is all that I know oh oh oh oh/ Let's celebrate like its Cinqo de Mayo/ Young fire spitta, yeah I speak pyro/ I can't lose it's the return of the ooze and you might just miss a step if you snooze/ I choose, to keep it lyrical/ Righchus, a.k.a the evolution of the negro spiritual/ Right between Huey Newton and Ghandi/ Individual, somewhere in the middle/ Reincarnation of the homie Malcolm Little/ Use my Jim Carey voice, can you get these riddles/ Yeah no trespassin' in my sandlot/ No pots and pans this money keeps my hands hot/ I keep flyin 'til the day they shoot me down/ Leapin' off the launchin' pad barely left the ground/ I see through all the hate, that's why I keep grinnin'/ Look 'em in the face while I'm yellin' out/(CHORUS) We winnin' and it sounds like oh oh oh oh oh/ And this winnin' is all that I know oh oh oh oh/ Never stop 'til the battle is won/ Sittin' on top and it's only begun/ And I've barely left the ground/ And I ain't comin' down/ Never stop 'til the battle is won/ Got it on lock and it's only begun/ And I've barely left the ground/ And I ain't comin' down/ (CHORUS)
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