Sweatshop Union

Sweatshop Union

 
3440 W 10th Ave., Vancouver, British Columbia, CAN
BandHip Hop

Infinite follows 2011’s Bill Murray EP, which won the Western Canadian Music Award for Hip-Hop Album of the Year and raised their profile beyond their grassroots following. The new LP contains a range of sounds, combining old-school hip-hop with futuristic, electro headbangers, not to mention some ballads and spoken word interludes. It accomplishes the tricky task of reflecting the outfit’s individual tastes, as they inform SSU’s collective vision.

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Biography

If we spend so much of our youth fighting for our rights, we don't get a chance to party until were older. 

Canadian hip-hop heavyweights Sweatshop Union, one of the hardest working ensembles to ever emerge from British Columbia, have been making righteous, politically charged music for over a decade but on their newest album Infinite (summer 2013), they're ready to really enjoy themselves. 

The 6-member crew took their time with this album, spending a year to gather sounds and lyrics, whereas previous records have been completed in mere months. It bridges the gap between conscious music and fun party jams, exploring heavy themes but its also built for kicking back and vibing. The group believes that the records strength lies in this dichotomy.

Infinite follows 2011s Bill Murray EP, which won the Western Canadian Music Award for Hip-Hop Album of the Year and raised their profile beyond their grassroots following. The new LP contains a range of sounds, combining old-school hip-hop with futuristic, electro headbangers, not to mention some ballads and spoken word interludes. It accomplishes the tricky task of reflecting the outfits individual tastes, as they inform SSUs collective vision.

The group is prolific and moves quickly but as of this moment, Infinite stands as the most eclectic record in the Sweatshop Union catalogue. Listeners will find it tricky to categorize but its clear the collective had a lot of fun making this music and they hope its contagious. After all, despite its title, Infinite reflects a group of men who know that life is short and that they need to savor all the joyful moments that making music together provides. 

Lyrics

Oh My

Written By: Metty,Mos Eisley, Mos Eisley

Metty:

Unfortunate for me, I couldn’t afford to be fortunate
Shit, more like the kid misfortune never missed
According to the landlord I’m poor as piss
Trying to get this porridge recording hits
To download, now only shows supporting this
But y’all really don’t know how the touring gets
And I didn’t just come here to moan and bitch
Grown folks spittin’ for our own kids’ benefits It’s
…the return of the poor man’s rap
For those who don’t own homes off coke rap
There ain’t enough love so we showin’ that
To them old school cats now broke from rap
It’s mostly the poor that most emcees ignore
When most these emcees were born or grew up poor
But we slave in the old work force
And pay for a government that don’t work for us

Chorus:

Oh My
Ooh just tryin’ to get by, Lord I’m….So tired
Of fightin’ to get mine, tryin’ to get my….Dough right
And though it ain’t for me lately, it don’t phase me, it’s….All right
‘Cause I make money, money don’t make me

Mos:

Proportionately,
I believe that we can all agree
It is what it is, not what we thought it’d be
And if, what I live ain’t what I’m called to be
I musta, mis-trained my psychology
And it’s a, mystery ain’t it
Exist among the miscreated
History just like a train without a destination
We need food, clothes and shelter
So we hustle ‘til we old and helpless
And if you do, only go for the gold and wealth
You’re still alone ‘cause you don’t know yourself
At the end of the day, still gotta eat, still gotta feed the kids
Still gotta light and heat the crib
I overstand that, nobody planned that
And single mothers asking where the fuck their man at?
But life demand that we do it for love
From student to thug, from school to the clubs It goes…

(Chorus) x 2

John Lennon

Written By: Dusty,Marmalade, Marmalade

Dusty:

They say that its a cold world we're living in
I wouldn't know been in my own world since I can't remember when
Remember when there's no answer let it be don't think of giving in
Get back up then begin again
In the beginning when we were just children
Our wildest dreams seemed limitless and imminent
Raised by good men and good women then
Grow up to recognize we're not so innocent
Not so infinite and limited a little bit
A middle finger to the stresses and the little shit
Our only hopes to make the most while in the thick of it
This is our predicament no time to be inhibited

Chorus:

We all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
We all shine on
Like the moon the stars the sun
We all shine on
Like the moon and the stars and the sun
We all shine on
Like the moon the stars and John Lennon

Marmalade:

It's quarter past 7
Cold world, wide awake, sleep'll never get em.
When it's another day another dead-end
I'm digging in the crate to make a diamond from a lemon
Like, don't let it bring you dowwwn - Right Neil?
Young at heart, dishing up that life spiel.
I've got a big dream, big will.
Wheels running in my head that don’t sit still.
Still, there's room for development.
Nobody's talking, we're like a room full of elephants.
Piling up, up, up, ladies and gentlemen
The closets too full we've got to move out the skeletons.
Good luck and, keep on trucking.
Songs not right, keep on plucking.
We buckle down, fuck around get nothing.
Believe me, when thing's get tough then
We all shine on.

Chorus

Bill Murray

Written By: Conscience,Mos Eisley,Dusty,Metty,Marmalade, Marmalade

Bill Murray from The Bill Murray EP by Sweatshop Union (2:59)

Verse 1 (Conscience):

I keep it Bill Murray
Vision real blurry and it's still early
Suntory in my breast pocket flask
In my left pocket yes got the best chronic stash that's
Bill Murray...you're Chevy Chasin a dream
Makin a scene running around wastin your steam.
No matter how hard you try you'll never wake up and be
Half the man me and Bill is was then and still is
Hands down the Billest!

Verse 2 (Mos):

Hands down the Billest, there really ain't another one
Grand like your mother's mum, hands off the cummerbund
Chill, you ain't Murray, Bill, more like O'Reilly
So try me, there's only Zuul there's no Mos Eisley
So Pete Venkman, smoke ghostweed
Rob a bank in a clownsuit without shooting "Thank You"
Sweatshop is the damn crew, Genius, Abbot Clan Wu
Serious delirium when Bill is on his Manchu

Verse 3 (Dusty):

I keep it Murray till i'm buried
Underground dirty even then still Murray
Steve Zisou down to the toque on
Keep crowds moving from the Yukon to Tucson
Top Billin' nicest on the mic, yes still
Even cotton mouthed you could call me Cypress Bill
Murray...feel that shit
Real class act, classic. Billmatic

Verse 4 (Metty):

Who or what really fuckin with old wild william
Roam with the buffalo, the ill pilgrim
Might be the good guy, likely the villan
But its still just civilian bill up in the building
Skilled in the art of belittling idiots
Sippin hot cups of coffee smokin rothman cigarettes
Yall need to kill it with that scripted gimmicky ish
I spit on tenenbaums and keep it billegitimate

Verse 5 (Marmalade):

Bill's had it, Bill it to the game again.
Cut like a razors edge - don't attempt to reign him in.
Background lounge lamping handing out the Jameson
Murray doing that Kingpin impression for the lady friend
Eh! Eh! Ask em for the sake
Cheers to your health Bill, pass the futomaki
Actually, who's really the realest?
Classy, gentlemen killers.
Bixby, anyone feel us?
Bitch please, I'm Biller than Bill is.

Leisure Gang

Written By: Conscience,Dusty,Mos Eisley, Mos Eisley

Conscience:

I exist in a different headspace than you're livin in
You're chasing you're dividends...me I'll be sittin here
Leisure Gang kicking it to something new
From the crew with a spliff and it's so damn addictive
I'd suggest y'all giving it a try sittin gettin
High just listening to I..or listening to
Mo, Metty, Ray, Pigeon Hole, Def 3
Itchy Ron just in case you didn't know man we got that high
Grade..y'all got that wizard smoke..all I'm trying to
Say is that shit just isn't dope and it isn't
Difficult for us to see that it's counterfeit it's leafy and
Brown and shit, we spit that BC over the counter
Shit....you need a doc's not to hit this
His shit all you'll do is cough choke and get sick
We got that traded for coke over the border shit
That good shit they're smokin from Hoboken to Oregon

Hook:

leisure, leisure, leisure, leisure, leisure, gang

Dusty:

Ten seconds to lift off
About to blast off get lost
Get tossed out in the ether
Come back as a skinny white Rick Ross
Jumping like Kriss Kross
Follow the leader
Make the whole crowd seizure
Everybody leaves here slaves to the speakers
Screaming I'm a believer
Came hear to blow up and set shit leisure gang

Mos Eisley:

Mo's a fiend, triill since age fifteen
Philistine. King of the makeshift dream
Hurricane, yall just a minor brainstorm
I remain calm wanna try me pray for em
I Self Lord And Master Final Chapter
half Christ half Shaitan
Born in the Cave where the snakes are
Ma Dukes the Black Goddess with 8 arms that made All
Abraham to Adolf, the Cosmic Playoffs
Heaven out of Hell this is Order Out Of Chaos
We stay breathing, each day grateful
Yall can hate me but you can't make me hate you
Life's too sacred, hatred is weakness
Represent real shit ancient as Egypt
Feel me? The Real G never dies really
the Sun God signin' off, Paradise City

Sink or Swim

Written By: Mos Eisley & Coscience

Mos Eisley:

These rappers don't know me; Lingam and the Yoni
Power of Creation, destruction of the old Me
Ego is a trophy, throw that on the fire
Listen to the Hopi, purify desire
I ain't goin' nowhere! Yes I'm a survivor
Step inside the Merkabah, mama I'm a rider
I ain't goin' nowhere! Yes I'm a survivor
My 3rd eye's the Stargate, mama I'ma ride, Yeah!
I am, all I know is I am
Come at me with anything, I will show you life and
All we know is strivin', we don't see no struggle
We on that live forever shit, come and get your cupful!
Don't believe them liars, they're just scared of fire
We create the Universe that we live inside of
How can they deny us, Infinity Riders?
Tell me how they stop us when they exist inside us?

Chorus:

And when the time comes, baby we'll be ready
Can you feel that sun-storm that's breaking through your levies?
And when the time comes, boy I hope you're ready
Sink or swim in this bitch and you drown if you're heavy

Conscience:

These rappers can't see me,
They're living in the land of make believe, we
Remain invisible and talk to em on CD,
Modern day Ouija,
Spirit trapped in the ones and zeros till they free me.
Nothing is beneath me,
Everything I see is me.
Even you are I and I am you and we are piecing
Together the puzzle...deciding what we're seeing
...Shaping the Universe, tran-dimensional being
I am, yes you know that I am,
Bringing all the water to the flames like Poseidon
Drowning all the sorrow and the pain in the tides and
Wash it all away in the waves with the trident
Aiming at the sky and I'm summoning the lightning.
I'm not afraid of dying, I know that when it strikes me
I'll transfer my psyche..to another like me
I’m on some live forever shit, come swim with the Pisces.
Yeah!

Chorus

Infinite

Written By: Mos Eisley,Metty & Conscience, Metty & Conscience

Mos Eisley:

"Oh God, why me?", that's the song that the world sings.
Gotta tell the Truth, but be careful how you word things
They say cause people ain't ready
But I know the same soul controls your brain jelly
So I aim steady, ignorance remains deadly
The Kingdom is within so real Kings ain't petty, get it?
I don't need ice, water is fine
Much rather learn how to turn water to wine
And we're still in the club
Sittin' back, sippin' Gnac just feeling the love
While the DJ do his thang, Universal Language
Feel the bass, let it transcend your anguish
I'll be watching from a booth in the back
Seeing people change clothes cause the Truth is back!
You're Infinite, you don't need rims spinning to feel it
And no amount of sinning can kill it

Chorus:

You're Infinite, you don't need rims spinning to feel it
And no amount of sinning can kill it
You're Infinite, you don't need rims spinning to feel it
And no amount of sinning can kill it
You're Infinite, yeah you're Infinite
Now take a couple of seconds to feel it

Conscience:

They've got a lot that they can say and do
To try to make it seem real but that don't make it true…
Nah...what makes it true is when they get you,
You, and me to believe in it then relay it to
The next man and spread their lies like a bad disease
Infecting everybody’s minds we' all casualties
And now we're so over-whelmed that we can't conceive
A better life for ourselves or our families,
So these days I'm trying to narrow down my focus and,
Concentrate on the folks that I hold closest can't
Keep dwelling on everything that I think is wrong
Cause in the end when you blink it's gone,
And it's your energy that lingers on
And I believe it's your memories you bring along
So every friend every enemy you bring em all
Yeah, so they can try their best
But can't control what's behind the flesh don't stress

Chorus x 1

Bridge x 2:

You're Infinite, yeah you're Infinite
Now take a couple of seconds to feel it

L.A.M.M.

Written By: Ray Black,Dusty & Marmalade, Dusty & Marmalade

Ray Black:

I wake up in a vast land
Try to find a tropical oasis
Holograms in the Sand
No mirage on the makeshift
Canvas, span this
Coast, we bandits, plan this
Toast with a chalice
Make the most
Out of calloused moments

Open up the world window
See my soul,
Connect the worlds
With the stars untold
We ain’t far from those
Close to home
When my dreams unfold
Androids on my pineal
Poisons in a mineral
Moisten my palate
With Alice
In the Galaxy
Our palace the pinnacle

Dusty:

Leisure gang for yall not knowing
High off the kush got my minds eye open
And i and i floating on cloud nine coasting
With a smile unbroken ain't no joking
Ain't no stopping and no problems
They show up they can just keep walking
They show up they can just keep walking
They show up they can just keep walking
Thats how we run it don't fear anything so high we're above it
Lifes not a bitch never would say fuck it
Reason why we stay highs cus of how we love it
How we love it, how we love it
No time to fuck around half step and mean mug it
Reason why we stay highs cus of how we love it

Chorus:

Lucy, Alice, Molly, Mary
Lucy, Alice, Molly, Mary
Bitch I’m on that L.A.M.M

Marmalade:

Live fast. supernova. human yodas.
High as ayatollahs. say my sayonaras.
See you when the ride is over.
Fly with locusts. universal eye in focus.
We don't see the tree, we see the universe in microscopics.

Rewrite the moment. day rolls into night unnoticed.
My life? standing in the lights like i fucking own this.
God knows this. whats the prognosis?
I recognize its real life - it aint broke, it wont fix.

No shit. one from the lamb to the goldfish
To gold dust, down to the scuzz from my soap dish.
I wrote this. fuck it. shit is hot like a roach clip.
Leisure gang bitch. come get your yoke split.

Chorus