The Remnant

The Remnant

BandHip Hop

The Remnant is a Hip Hop group from Atlanta, GA that desires to touch the lives of the youth and young at heart through spoken word/sound. Dope music, dope rhymes, what more do ya'll want?

Biography

Remnant (rem’nant) – n. 1 that which is left; a scrap, fragment. – adj. 2 a surviving trace, as of a custom, state, etc. – a. 3 Remaining.

Hailing from the West and Midwest respectively, The Remnant formed in Atlanta, Georgia while the three were pursuing undergraduate degrees at Morehouse College. These three emcees came to the table armed only with the influences that spanned the years of their upbringing. From college to cartoons, jobs to Jesus, or fiction to family and friendships, The Remnant represents all walks of life. The Remnant’s retro-progressive style remains a rubix cube where music, literature, relationships, God, and Disney converge to create nothing close to a pattern. The only consistency is quality, thought-provoking music. Music forged from a deep camaraderie, a ministry bound by a brotherhood, and a purpose anchored in Jesus Christ, these men sought to fill a gap between the passionate love of the Divine and the reckless ways of mankind. Clinging to the promise that the minor can affect the major and the few can influence the multitude, The Remnant holds tightly to the scripture Jeremiah 23:3 whereby through obedience and sacrifice, their numbers might grow. This culminated into the summer 2003 release of their debut project entitled Restless Youth on CaJo International. Featuring radio-friendly anthems like The Real and feel good classics like Christian Girl, Restless Youth signified a breakthrough for the group and their constituents. Receiving much acclaim from fans, disc jocks, and artists alike, The Remnant was asked to represent on two nationwide tours spanning across 60 cities and 25 states over the course of three months. Performing everywhere – churches, conventions, conferences, bars, amphitheatres, and stadiums - they were able to expand their fan base beyond the southeast region of the country gaining favor along the eastern seaboard and throughout America’s heartland.
In the spring of 2005, The Remnant geared up for their second effort entitled After School Special. Instead of simply building on the foundation of the first album, the guys decided to expand the groundwork with an independent record that reflected their growth. Crowd-movers like Ignore This and Jitney found equal footing next to think-pieces like Felt Tip Skies and Parting Gifts -all of which combined to form their most groundbreaking work to date. Since the release of this record, The Remnant has garnered much general market support as evidenced by a consistent booking schedule. Secular venues, promoters, and artists have also enjoyed the group’s vibrant stage show which highlights succinctly poignant lyrics atop hard-hitting sonic backdrops. The work is paying off as The Remnant was nominated for “2005 Best in Holy Hip Hop” by Atlanta Gospel Choice Awards & added as featured artists on 2006 A3C Independent Hip-Hop festival roster. Looking towards the future, The Remnant expects success with a simple plan: Go where God leads and pray that you will come along.


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Lyrics

Ignore This

Written By: Adam Beane, Niles Gray, John Jordan

Hook x 2
Jump to the rhythm of the drum and the fiddle. With the bump and a little bit of funk in the middle of it. Jump to the funk of the drum with the bump. Jump to the funk of the drum with the bump.

John:
Don’t stop moving, hop to it my crew and I. Serve a super human God, make the music humid hot. Take it to a newer spot, overlook like sewer tops. Shake it til the pews are rocking, dodge pursuing cops. Two will knock ten thousand to flight. Three will win this crowd with the mic. Them little trials in your life can take a mile of a hike. Off a short cliff, I promise to stay calm in the storm. Long as the Lord lives. Or if I’m four fifths full of bull then of course ignore this. If I’m a horrible source then go forward and forfeit. But I’m more of the sort to stay cool as a corpse is. Cause dude this is your hit, just groove with us gorgeous. And move to the floor quick like your whole crew was shore sick. And spend a few minutes with Remnant, you can afford this. You’re more than endorsed and support is what this music is. So stop sitting and jump with us and shake your gluteus

Niles:
I know enough to know that no one’s here to hear me speak. As if the things I have to say are so endearing and unique. You come to us cause we provide you with the spirit that you seek. And if it isn’t Jesus then it’s just some lyrics and a beat. And if it isn’t dope then I’ll try not to write it down. Sight and sound are separate but they shine when they’re combining and the time is now. What I pronounce will make me fly if I recite it loud. So high from ground I cast a shadow on the whitest cloud. I’m from a quiet town where they politely smile and frown. And minds are bound but I won’t take it lightly lying down. Incite a crowd to riot now just by a violent shout. Cause right around the corner there’s a thousand who know why and how. And I have vowed to never ever take a final bow. I’d rather die a thousand times then to deny him now. I’m crying out to every person with a silent mouth. Until there’s nothing left to rhyme about

Adan:
Gravity is a lie that I tried to believe. But grace took residency and elevated me. So why is it that you cleave to the earth for surface things. And act fettered by the fact that you actually got wings. To all exiled kings! Come home to your thrones. And if you lost the roadmap than latch on to these poems. See me and my piazones soar this no-fly zone. Plus we’ll crush your pimp cup like its made of Styrofoam. So jump to the rhythm cuz it ain’t down here. Ya font size is 45 and we can read ya loud and clear. Ya stuck in that lounge chair, bound by ground fear. Trying to rock a smile amidst those crocodile tears. Let the music be your steer so you can hear the good news. Others love to show and tell, we’d rather show and prove. A 33 year old Jew took nails in his hands. So you can take a leap of faith and never have to land

Jitney

Written By: Adam Beane, Niles Gray, John Jordan

Hook
This be that drama that you think you’d see on Broadway. But it seems as if these scenes are in our everyday life. Go tell your mama that we three do it the hard way. And if she just wants to see it tell her be there tonight

Adan:
These elected officials swear henceforth. To address your concerns and in turn enforce. The statute of limitations when situations support. A life that tries to pin you down like bulletin boards
Just John:
I’m pulling the cork spraying my wine made of raisins. Would have made it with grapes but I ain’t got the patience. Never can regret though Remnant stands for special Jitney man attention span of ferret on espresso
Tribe1:
Carry on and lets go next stop we get lost. Far away from supervisors desk tops and x-box. Carry on our shoulders a cross like lets walk. Pause to put it down on the mic and pick up where we left off. Blood bought lump the sum and down payment. This is how bums become the crowd favorite. Remnant stays thrifty even when it’s way risky. Life is patchwork it can work Jitney

Just John:
And tonight for your entertainment we’ve composed an arrangement. Of unashamed laymen poking fun at your pain. Too dumb and numb to feel it someone run to your village. And tell them we gone build it even if it’s imbecilic
Tribe1:
Inability to grow up it all falls down. That’s when we show up in y’all small town. Strangers with familiar faces and suitcases. Wing and a prayer held in place by shoelaces
Adan:
Double knotted honest I promise whatever we’ve accomplished. Would have failed if nails weren’t driven in our Accomplice. This Nazarene with great respect we placed our bets to shave our debts
Having once been laced with death we found His way was best! Blood bought lump the sum and down payment. Cause this is how bums become the crowd favorites. The Remnant stays thrifty even when its way risky. Life is patchwork it can work Jitney

Tribe1:
You can float above your troubles til you see the clouds clear. But it’s lonely at the top cause everybody’s down here
Adan:
And when we hear the crowd cheer we’re well aware it ain’t for us, Cause if it were then were sure that the applause would stall and hush
Just John:
We chalk it up to God because to call it luck is hardly justice. All of us are salt and dust He polished up to please the public
Tribe1:
People love it when you’re weak and begin speaking of it. We are nothing three of us believing Jesus does it
Adan:
Loyal subjects in His court we done broke the fourth wall. And we’ll never reconstruct what separates us from ya’ll
Just John:
Short or tall, black or white, cussing, brawling, acting right. You’re the reason that we write and Jesus sees your worth the price. Blood bought lump the sum and down payment. Cause this is how bums become the crowd favorites. The Remnant stays thrifty even when its way risky. Life is patchwork it can work Jitney

Above The Clouds

Written By: Adam Beane, Niles Gray, John Jordan

Hook x 2
If I could see what you see and see it how you see it. I wish I could connect and perceive from your perspective. If I could see what you see and see it how you see it. If I could see it how you see it then maybe I’d believe it

Adan:
“Most men are kings but die in exile” Circa 1893, Oscar Wilde. This foster child having been served papers of adoption. Feels like he’s walking on clouds with footprints from his moccasins. And not a sin in this world will ever bring him down to Earth. But he cares for the ground bound so he skywrites his verse. But what hurts and hampers his heart is the damage done on their part. Much grieved because these people daily disregard. The guidance in the horizon and the promise of a better life when. Selfish motives get snapped and given back to the divine Son. And at times one feels hopeless, cause folks fail to focus. But he’ll keep canvassing the sky until somebody notices that he is… (above the clouds)

John:
There’s this beautiful little baby namely Christopher Darell. The first son of one of my sisters she’d sit there and she’d tell him. Please let me know what caught the focus of your infant eye. Cause if you get vocal I could locate it and empathize. Now her request was just a jest though precious and picturesque. When viewed in retrospect it alludes to the effect. Of how juvenile our perspective is when compared with parents. But there’s a mile of disconnection when what’s said’s incoherent. I want to be led by the Spirit and I’m trying to get advisement. But sometimes I’m that one guy on Verizon advertisements. I want to know you can hear me and I’m committed to listen. And I’m trying to understand you but our vantage point is different. Living as a man I don’t like what I don’t understand. And I want to see eye to eye when I’m walking hand in hand. It’s like foot prints in the sand is it one set or two. Maybe I’ll put my faith in you cause you’ve got the better view up there

Niles:
Your tears are my worst fears because my place of refuge. Is made a cesspool and that lets me know that it hurts here. So I take a breath fueled by the fight to dry the water slides. That God’s prized daughter cries until my way’s successful. And I feel like I ought to die for allowing you to hurt. But I’d crush mountains into dirt if I knew how to move the earth. But my power is in words and often my tongue will get tangled. Trying to find a way to thank God for sending one of his angels. And it’s unfair not to mend this imperfect world. Before sending to earth this girl who was clearly made to be up there. I can see the pain when your tears flow it breaks me apart. I’ll hold you in my arms it’s the closest place to my heart. And make this vow before God that I’ll do what I can afford to. To take this place and make it a little more like Heaven for you. But for now all I can do is rewrite the sky in quotes loving and tender. In hopes that you’ll remember what it feels like to fly

Black Tuesday

Written By: Adam Beane, Niles Gray, John Jordan

Hook x 2
Do you recall the day the music died? The dim of the moon hung a fog in the air. And the wind hummed the tune of the song that wasn’t there

Adan:
This is my suicide note, so pay close to every sentence. And huddle around the speaker time to time in my remembrance. In this age of decadence, I’ll wave a bittersweet goodbye. And leave footprints on minidisks and midi-compatible hi-fies. My five fingers are scales that hold the melody in line. As I remind the listening public that Every Good Boy Does Fine. Each breath that I breathe starts a new musical movement. But I’m afraid to exhale cause I don’t know what folks will do it. In the dawn of my death, I’ll leave long lasting effects. ASCAP, SESAC, and BMI can’t cut the checks. The entertainment industry suffers irrecoupable debts. And the artists must find new ways to push violence and sex. Everyone becomes an A&R, searching near and far. For notes in succession or adjoining lyrical bars. And some imagine my presence in their touchtone phone dialing. Others think that I’m hiding in the wail of police sirens. My work’s become a conundrum, an almost forgotten riddle. People still form ciphers, its just no one gets in the middle. And those who wish to whistle will pucker their lips to no avail. Here comes the Bride has become chant that must be yelled. Tucked well into my deathbed, I’ll retire into my slumber. Tuning the radio dial will just adjust my sleep number. And each summer people will wonder and yearn for my return. But my ashes have been stashed inside of a silent urn…

Niles:
Atop a lonely hill on the outskirts of the city limits. There’s an old run down shack that’d turn any grin to grimace. Where there lives an old forgotten man that no one thinks to visit. So he lives alone lamenting all the songs he didn’t finish. And ironically the only force to match his bitterness. Is the source of it, the people’s lack of interest. Now long ago he said he’s not returning til he’s heard from Heaven. So over time he’s become something of an urban legend. And sometimes the kids are brave enough to walk across his grounds at night. The only man alive who can recall what music sounded like. And every now and then the bravest kids will take a dare. To walk up to his window and listen to him say his prayer “some years ago a friend of mine asked me to write some emcee rhymes so I picked up my pen and drew a blank and I cursed the skies for that cruel prank”

Bridge x 2
And the beat goes on let the music play. Til the beat’s just gone til it moves away

John:
How can I forget it when it’s etched into my memory. Even now I see it vividly grotesque a day of infamy. The day I slayed a symphony and ended an ensemble. And laid to waste my ministry I’m Remnant member John Doe. I weep atop a heap of compost people stop I read their thoughts. And peep their convo they often offer long notes
It’s not a song though it’s currency it isn’t you. And in my lawn-groves nourishing forbidden fruit. I’m living proof that it isn’t true what glitters is gold. My gift is mute and I’m missing music and my soul. Has been reduced to an acute depiction of old. Before implementing bad decisions switching my goals. Money over music flesh over spirit. The man in the mirror caused the death of the lyrics. Money over music flesh over spirit. The man in the mirror caused the death of the lyrics.

Bridge x 2

Felt Tip Skies

Written By: Adam Beane, Niles Gray, John Jordan

Niles:
I’ve never seen the sky in person but I dream of my own version. Where I fly above the shroud of cloud covering. Hovering somewhere between the rarely seen edge of the horizon. And the nimbus clouds to figure out their measurements and sizes. Why? Cause I don’t have to think about my disabilities. When I’m soaring on the wax wings of Icarus. And in my dreams I can fly as close to the sun as I want. And when my wings melt they turn to pixie dust. As soon as I wake up I forget everything that happened overnight. And I come back to real life where everyone is so polite. And still I get the feeling I do not belong. Cause I can hear my wheelchair crush the eggshells they’re walking on. And I already get the best parking, I don’t want to be selfish. So you can keep your pity, I’ve got enough of everyone else’s. What if the sky’s not the limit and we’re just being sheltered. By the iron hand the cards are dealt with, what if there’s no felt tip. In the sky and that’s a lie that we’ve believed to keep from flying. I may not have the strongest legs to walk, at least I’m trying. Maybe wiggling my toes will have to be my giant step. Maybe standing up is as close to the sky as I can get. But from now on I’ll be walking up this mountain as I move it. Cause everyone that said I couldn’t do it couldn’t prove it. The day I found that faith was simply acting unafraid. Was the day I was able to take up my mat and run away.

And I can run really fast (oh really well you’re really not worthy cause you still can’t fly. And for one who couldn’t walk it’s silly to have the thought of gawking at the felt tip sky). But I can run really fast (oh really well you’re really not worthy cause you still can’t fly. And for one who couldn’t walk it’s silly to have the thought of gawking at the felt tip sky)

John:
There’s a tale of a girl with bloody fingertips from swinging fists. At mirrors that tear her skin when shingles hit. Embarrassing when singles get married in droves some stay very alone. Still wearing terrible clothes, why would God bury a soul. Beautiful into an unusual sister who’s only suitable for concluding a musical. A fat lady singing, bag lady bringing her luggage. Rugged and ugly wondering wench on a wing and a prayer. I think it unfair, I think it unjust. When what you’re wearing starts them staring with an air of disgust. And there on the cusp of her last statement her glance swayed. To where here cast hatred left the glass vacant now a sash drapes. And linens hung, when the sun caught it at an angle. She automatically came to the conclusion using mangled pieces. Sewing as a seamstress she’d design a dress that’s decent. Cats that criticize would cease and she’d finally test her thesis. Though she never said it she suspected that the heavens would show her aesthetic. Though protectors of it never would let her dress pathetic. Through her efforts she threaded something better. Than weathered leather and shredded sweaters. But her competitors would stay up set at the sight of her return. So she stood stern and simply focused her mind. On whatever would bring her near to the horizons ahead. So with blood on her fingers and tears in her eyes she said

Today I look really pretty (oh really well you’re really not worthy you don’t please the eyes. And for one who wore rags it’s silly to even ask of basking in the felt tip skies).Today I look really pretty (oh really well you’re really not worthy you don’t please the eyes. And for one who wore rags it’s sill y to even ask of basking in the felt tip skies)

Adam:
I know hurt like the back of my hand. Punch holes into the dirt until guilt sprouts out of the sand. See I’m about to be a man with two more sips from this can. Of Michelob pigeonholed as a wolf among lambs. See all that I am is the sum components of these moments. I was convinced that the onus was on me for atonement. And honest me being stubborn might suggest I ain’t the smartest. But I’ll stay hardheaded if it’ll keep soft hearted. With calloused hands I worked to become a balanced man. And eventually came to embrace the faith from which I ran. Yet bad habits have the habit of becoming habitual. So this sinner saved by grace still wears the face of criminal. My green leaf fetish turns my spiritual fruits rotten. Cuz dirt shows the quickest on the cleanest cotton. With the spliff on my lips, my passport for head trips, But this sensuous kiss held hints of bitterness. So I’d sit in religious services with nervousness. Feeling like the church was just capitalizing on my worthlessness. They swore up and down that they had seen sky, I think they’d lied. Cuz the overcast was still a cataract in their eye. I know the clouds are gonna part and for sure I’m gonna march. Like Napoleon Bonaparte toward this God that holds my heart. When Jacob’s ladder hits cement I’ll repent on the top rung. With black gums I’m a scream at the top of my lungs!!!

Today I got saved (oh really well your really not worth

This Way Comes

Written By: Adam Beane, Niles Gray, and John Jordan

Niles:
So is the glass half full or half empty? I don’t know you tell me, it’s half full. Well if that’s so where did the other half go? It really shouldn’t get that low

Give me a minute and a microphone I’ll flip out and land with perfect dismount. I’m soft spoken when I’m not joking, listen or you’ll miss out. I stick out like a sore thumbs up at a rap show
Where the alcoholic beverage sponsor’s product turns to shrapnel. And the crowd goes wild waving middle fingers like a banner. Of a cause that means so much to them they’d kill for what it stands for. It’s the answer in the form of a question (what is marred?) Those that aren’t willing to die for it would kill the ones that are. I hunt for hearts in a city populated by tin men. Whose lives are solely dependent on the technology that a scarecrow invents. And cats volunteer to acknowledge fear. So if your actions speak louder than words it’s at a frequency only dogs can hear. And I’ll interrupt you at mid sentence. And speak the type of brutal honesty that ends friendships. (The sky is falling) not exactly I got it wholesale from off the trash heap. And had it lowered with upgraded suspension at the factory. So you can dream a little dream where the day and night have melted. I’ll be taking applications coloring daylight with felt tip. I humbly extend my hello grip in fellowship. But I’ll ask you only once not to step on my yellow bricks.

So is the glass half full or half empty? I don’t know you tell me, it’s half empty. Well if that’s true you’re the bearer of bad news. And next time I won’t ask you

Adan:
What I wanna do is run to you with arms wide open. But my pride won’t subside so I’ll sigh and try coping. In your absence refer to you in past tense then ziplock. Hurt harm and work my charm like ringleaders under the Big Top I made clowns cry til makeup caked up in their collarbones. Then God saw Adan and said, “It’s not good that he’s alone. So peddle poems to the public then befriend the masses. Of bartenders pouring more water than liquor in glasses. View life through the eyes of Helen Keller with a stellar amount of keenness. Be able to distinguish what is meaningless. Love without limit, make art without gimmicks. But keep your dreams distant from those known as cynics. Amidst I20 car wreckage, life must be respected. And when it’s counted as casual I will detect it. Now take steps with my Son who I am in detail. Cause he’ll take those sins if you throw in 3 nails!” That day and time I made up my mind to trade my blind way and grind. And was reserved with His wise words until I heard this final line. The greatest crime in the desert is never an act of violence. It’s to have found water and then be silent.

John:
It always starts so innocent then it gets some momentum. And the minute you limit it it’s finished sending its venom in. Always starts so miniscule sits without ridicule. Til that pivotal pitiful minute when it inhibits you. I never envisioned this was a dilemma to me. I admit I was envious and had a hint of the green. I thought I’d talk about him bad and it’d get rid of some steam. But often that would add to my inadequacy. You see He sees it the King and I’m this useless Brutus doing these ludicrous things. Jealous Judas needing esteem. Seeking a claim the single reason Jesus was slain. And angelic Abel’s decease from being beaten by Cain. If this disease had a name it would be poor evaluation of self. It seeps into your brain with patience and stealth. Until it won’t even help to eat Aleve or drink Comtrex. The story of horrid inferiority complex.

It always starts so innocent then it gets some momentum. And the minute you limit it it’s finished sending its venom in. Always starts so miniscule sits without ridicule. Til that pivotal pitiful minute when it inhibits you. It always starts so innocent then it gets some momentum. And the minute you limit it it’s finished sending its venom in. Always starts so miniscule sits without ridicule. Til that pivotal pitiful minute when it inhibits you

Discography

-Restless Youth produced by Canton Jones for Cajo International/released nationwide through Holy South (2003)
-Best of The Submissions LP released nationwide through Beatmart Recordings/Word Distribution for the song "How it Is" (June 2004).
-Tablescraps limited edition EP (2005)
- After School Special released through on Room 115 Records(2005)
-Start Snitching 2007 Mixtape distributed independently through FLI Life Recordings

Set List

Our sets usually range anywhere from 15 to 45 minutes (high energy or acoustic spoken word upon request)

*Formal Introduction/ The Real
*Ignore This
Jitney
Office Manager Anthem
Narrow Minded
Unbelievable
Christian Girl
All So Sudden
*Parting Gifts
The Prayer (Acapella)

*These songs tend to be staples in the set