13FIVE

13FIVE

 Detroit, Michigan, USA
SoloHip HopSpoken Word

You can find 13Five's name in the same circle that mentions Jon Connor, Boldy James, Black Milk, Bronze Nazareth, Guilty Simpson, Danny Brown, and all of Michigan’s emcees that speak from the mind and heart; representing hip hop in its entirety.

Biography

13Five
Detroit, MI (by way of Lexington, KY)

"When Wu-Tang meets Outkast and invites Dead Prez to dinner, thats when you will understand 13Five" - iSupport Media Group

You can find 13Five's name in the same circle that mentions Jon Connor, Boldy James, Black Milk, Bronze Nazareth, Guilty Simpson, Danny Brown, and all of Michigans emcees that speak from the mind and heart; representing hip hop in its entirety.

13 grew up battling emcees with his group Madd Militia and racism of the 80s and 90s in Lexington, Kentucky; one of the last states to ratify the 13, 14, and 15th Amendments. The son of a lead singer turned mechanic and a visual artist turned housekeeper, 13 has seen life stifle creativity for as far back as he can remember; vowing to never allow the world to drain him of the same spirit that feeds his music. 

13Five's style has been hailed by underground hip-hop critics for its [intelligence, insight, wit, and powerful lyricism Flint Journal]. 
13 has been touted as being a [refreshingly innovative new talent on the hip-hop scene who has the ability to appeal to the purists and commercialists alike. Mlive.com]

13Five's love for hip-hop culture and its adherents is bigger than the music itself. Knowing that his art can be a vehicle for change, 13 has been known to conduct hip-hop and social awareness workshops to help disadvantaged and at-risk youth tackle tough personal and social issues, increase literacy, and foster self-esteem with critical thinking.

Now a member of Sun Tzu Cadre, an associated group of the Wu-Tang Clan based in Detroit, Michigan, 13 is preparing for the next phase of the journey that lies ahead; still remaining true to his childhood promise to himself, with Kentucky stamped all over his music, his speech, and his heart.

Read more at www.13five.com and www.suntzucadre.com 


Contact Info

iSupport Media Group, LLC.
ATTN: 13Five
4731 Grand River #201
Detroit, MI 48208
info@isupportmedia.com
313-523-5384 (office)
313-784-7700 (home)

Other News 

Lead Single: Full of Lies ft. Hell Razah (Sunz of Man/Wu-Tang Clan) posted January 2014
http://uniqueheat.wordpress.com/2014/01/20/13five-feat-hell-razah-full-of-lies/

Lead single appears on Digital Dynasty 29 hosted by Lords of the Underground, presented by http://www.ballerstatus.com/  Available February 2014 

Interview with the Flint Journal (Flint, MI) December 2013
http://www.mlive.com/entertainment/flint/index.ssf/2013/12/musician_returns_to_flint_to_o.html 

Interview with 1Blunt Radio (Denver, CO) January 2014
http://1-br.com/ 

Social Media

Facebook: 13Five https://www.facebook.com/13Five 
Twitter: @official13five https://twitter.com/OFFICIAL13FIVE 
Soundcloud: 13Five https://soundcloud.com/13five 

Upcoming Events

2/18 13th Amendment Album Release

The Black Codes Tour (February Schedule)
2/18 Old Miami | Detroit, MI
2/19 Flint Local 432 | Flint, MI
2/22 Maxim Lounge | Denver, CO
2/26 Als Bar of Lexington | Lexington, KY

Lyrics

Full of Lies ft. Hell Razah

Written By: D. Clayborne, Chron Smith

Full of Lies

First Verse (Hell Razah)
I'm a legend to be remember like the great John Lennon/
I aint spending money on features so they getting offended
Been recommended by God, sitting in heaven/
I'm armaggedon in the form of a man (renaissance)
Shut it down with no budget, no marketing plan/
One freestyle is fucking up your first week scans
No gimic just lyrically the great I am,
Its no love, we throwing slugs at your street team van
Anniliate if they violate the mackabee fam/
A true poet when I die you can auction my hand
Chop the hand off your ghostwriter,
I'm more brighter than a crack fire lighter on a project roof
You want the proof, you a rider til you out that booth
I need proof, or you liar bout them rachets you shoot
Nice coup but did they tell you that you have to recoup
And the lack of loyalties still be breaking up groups
Got em fighting thru a lawsuit wit lawyers and suits
I sat by the door since '94 as one of the spooks
They in suspense like I'm Alfred Hitchcock/
It is what it is, I live this hip hop

Hook/Chorus (both)
To tell you what you wanna hear would be easy, believe me (13Five)
But we don't give niggas a pass for no reason (13Five)
They in suspense like I'm Alfred Hitchcock (Hell Razah)
It is what it is, I live this hip hop (Hell Razah)

Second Verse (13Five)
It all started when John Hawkins was 23/
And "Good Ship Jesus" had us screaming give us free
And freedom comes at a cost, that's what I heard/
That's how they justify the wars stirring up the Earth
Pandora's box don't close after you open it/
Easy to enter bullshit, harder to get ghost from it
Hoping is in the 1-40 but who can really see it/
Focus is rare, they A-D-HDing (from)
America's bluegrass to ground zero/
On the street corners is where we found heros
Purpose and family, that's where we learned to speak code/
Just trying to belong, lies tearing up our happy home
Backyard looking similar to Grassy Knowl/
The facts are far fetched to the masses thou
They on auto pilot, finna crash now/
And the lie perpetuates, as its passed down

Hook/Chorus (both)
To tell you what you wanna hear would be easy, believe me (13Five)
But we don't give niggas a pass for no reason (13Five)
They in suspense like I'm Alfred Hitchcock (Hell Razah)
It is what it is, I live this hip hop (Hell Razah)

Skit

End of song

Sole Food

Written By: D. Clayborne

Verse 1
Food for thought, food for body and soul, I come from granny's kitchen/
With granny's wisdom chewing a Granny Smith apple,
And granted/shit aint the same, we got to/
Give em a change cuz the world's gone bananas, K!
What can I say, take the food on ya plate/
You can give it away, but don’t let it go to waste
I sense the taste of defeat if we don’t make a complete/
Rotation from the way that we eat, see, my people feast on dead meat
(Order Up) And wonder why they carrying dead weight/
This is an inherited trait,
I’m from the days of bologna and mayonnaise/
A place where the beef use to come with a can drained
Of corn that doesn’t break down, (Grab that box of Jiffy) and glory greens/
Now niggas send you to glory just for the green
I’m pro-teen but anti-depressant/
And these men are ruled by the bread, over the message
They even grab a biscuit leave you leaking all ya ketchup/
Lett-uce, take a minute to digest this
I learned the recipe for destruction but I was destined/
To cook up something better with this gift that I was blessed with,
And it goes

Hook
Everybody knows that’s life but act like who knows/
And it shows, it’s cold, I’m just giving you food for your sole,
It’s your own (2x)

Verse 2
Sunday evening dinner after Sunday morning mass/
Leviticus 11 verses 7 & 8 advanced
And I pass on the yams, I’m good for now/
We making cake and you can slice it by the pound
Why buy the milk if you already own the cow/
It’s called an investment something you should know about
Wow, they turn-ip, for no damn reason/
So bland wit no plan to add seasoning
I use to fast once a month, read How to Eat to Live
Applied it to the mind now I’m ya waiter this evening
Serve justice, wash it down with a cup of fuck it/
You want dessert then it’s all or nothing
We was deserted but became accustom/
So, how much they compensating for our pain and suffering
We at the luncheon, set the table wit the good plates/
It’s a special occasion, we out the hood, A!
Had to get ya attention wit the familiar/
I hope these bulimics don’t spit the real up, you feel us
(13, Cadre, Madd Militia)

Hook
Everybody knows that’s life but act like who knows/
And it shows, it’s cold, I’m just giving you food for your sole,
It’s your own (2x)

Don't Look Back

Written By: D. Clayborne

First Verse (13Five)
I woke up this morning feeling refreshed, roll up my weed, dressed/
For the weather or nots, a nigga gotta eat, yes
Cadre, 13, remember the grind/
All the dues we paid since beginning of time
I can see why AllWise aint feeling the vibe/
We been working too hard at the end of the line
They art aint abstract, you can feel the design/
Its flat like C minor, I tell em be natural
Absolute, perfection, what we strive fo'/
You cannot see my drive wit yo eyes closed
I'm gone, and not looking behind me/
When niggas backstab I leave the scar to remind me
S-T-C, they seeing it finally/
Better late than never, prefer great to better
And watch for the peasant that plots to take the treasure/
Only a damn fool would sit and wait forever

Hook/Chorus
I love the underground, but I must surface/
The day we got truth is the day they cursed us
Songs like this get hate on purpose/
DJ play that Cadre
I don't wanna hear no more Rick and Wayne, not again man
DJ play that Cadre
You just played that Drake and Jay, give it a break, a
DJ play that Cadre

Second Verse (13Five)
Before I hop in this cab, let me tell you how I got in the lab,
I was 13 jotting in pads, who knew/
The music would go sour, my passion would overpower
The fact that we cant eat these beats, not true
I went to the tzu and didn't see any animals/
Just civilized men wit a fire, fuel I added too
Change ya attitude, show a little gratitude/
Plans became solid on Wildermere avenue
Detroit, and naw, I aint from around here/
They show me love cuz they know I put it down here
They know I listen, as long as it sounds clear/
And if it aint then get it out of here
cuz I don't sit wit a bunch of square niggas at the round table/
We the Gods, and naw I just saying
That the truth, if nothing else that I said was/
But don't let that go to your head cuz...

Hook/Chorus
I love the underground, but I must surface/
The day we got truth is the day they cursed us
Songs like this get hate on purpose/
DJ play that Cadre
I don't wanna hear no more Rick and Wayne, not again man
DJ play that Cadre
You just played that Drake and Jay, give it a break, a
DJ play that Cadre

Bridge
I gotta leave the underground, The game needs a change
That only we can bring, cuz nothing stays the same

Third Verse
In my lifespan, I made many flight plans/
But never got off ground so where I might land
Is unknown, and all this came from one song/
One knock on the door like lets flow
To this C.R.E.A.M. beat, im like who is Wu-Tang Clan/
And 20 years later now I'm shaking they hand
politicking on the what, hows, wheres, and whens/
The space between fact and fiction is very thin, now
Here we go again, C-Ca C-Cadre/
My government is ghetto what more can I say
The world on eggshells and hoping it don't break/
I toss them bitches in the industry's face
Like take that, the true and living don't compromise/
Anything that goes against what Allah designs
I don't party, pop mollies or pray to skies/
They putting swine in American pies, goodbye

Hook/Chorus
I love the underground, but I must surface/
The day we got truth is the day they cursed us
Songs like this get hate on purpose/
DJ play that Cadre
I don't wanna hear no more Rick and Wayne, not again man
DJ play that Cadre
You just played that Drake and Jay, give it a break, a
DJ play that Cadre

Skit

End of song

KungFu Tzu ft. GotAlotaMoney

Written By: D. Clayborne, A. Pitts

First Verse (13Five)

Time waits for no man and I don't wait for time/
Its all borrowed so I don't need you wasting mine
Yea, im on the line every time my son dials/
A father of 4 now, cant wait for the doors
Bound to open up, if I aint there then Im close enough/
And don't discuss, over beats, whats known to us
That's bad timing, do the one to my last findings/
The math's timeless, new age, black diamonds
Of information, my rhymes are invitations/
You welcome to put the bars to the test, nigga I'll raise em
Clock ticking, they talking a lot, Im not tripping/
Plot thickens, the god don't stop cuz yall engine blows
Niggas know, I aint even gotta stress the fact/
I heard the gossip but naw im not addressing that
True and living, just take a listen to my music/
You diss me, you'll never hear a reply to it

Hook/Chorus (13Five)
Doing what needs to be done, in the name of/
Niggas got the game fucked up, time to change up/
Talk til you blue in the face, you still cant crush/
Anything Allah create, touch or think of/
You should be ashamed of ya self, keep ya face tucked/
Sun Tzu we in this bitch, put ya wings up/
Love is love til you get (blaw!!), then the jake come/
To scrape up what remains of us

Second Verse (GotAlotaMoney)

I teach on this planet, muthafuck they doubt/
They better understand the blackman be the God
The babies be the greatest, mathematics yo we made it/
To the dated all day where everybody's educated
Remove all grafted snakes, we build to make em tough
Fuck em if they don't love us, matter fact/
We the only ones that we trust, Tzu
Only one love, came from above, learn what is what/
Maintain, stand righteous, destroy whats corrupt
Don't fall for it, only role wit Allah's truth/
The black youth, show and prove, every jewel
Sun Tzu Cadre, what's that mean?
Master commanders of niggas getting knowledge of they self
Save everybody else is how you save yourself/
Fuck it stand truth or square, stack up all your wealth
Stack, up all your wealth (get that get)
GotAlotaMoney

Hook/Chorus (13Five)
Doing what needs to be done, in the name of/
Niggas got the game fucked up, time to change up/
Talk til you blue in the face, you still cant crush/
Anything Allah create, touch or think of/
You should be ashamed of ya self, keep ya face tucked/
Sun Tzu we in this bitch, put ya wings up/
Love is love til you get (blaw!!), then the jake come/
To scrape up what remains of us

End of song