Tee-Jay

Tee-Jay

BandHip HopR&B

no profanity, no tattoos, no jewelry, just original, creative hip-hop music, You Don't Work You Don't Eat new CD by Tee-Jay coming Summer 2007

Biography

Tee-Jay continues his move to the upper echelon of Hip Hops elite. In the past year he has shared the stage with Supernatural, The Visionaries, Pigeon John, Wiz Khalifa, LMNO, 4th Avenue Jones, NomiS, The Breax, and opened for DMC of Run-DMC to a crowd of thousands at PNC Park.

Some of Tee-Jay’s accolades include:
* Nominated for Best R&B, Southern California Music Awards
* Top-100 Semi-Finalist Disc Makers Independent Music World Series
* San Diego City Beat "Best unsigned artists in San Diego"

Tee-Jay’s buzz continues to grow stronger in Pittsburgh, PA & San Diego, CA. He's been featured in the Pittsburgh Post Gazette, Pittsburgh Tribune Review, San Diego Union Tribune, and San Diego North County Times, continuing his march to the top of the Hip Hop scene. Tee-Jay’s massive presence on the Internet has attracted many new fans to his music. Tee-Jay profile on Myspace.com has exploded, being visited in excess of over 25,000+ times, tracks played over 30,000+ times, and accumulating 6,000+ "friends" from all over the world.

Prepping this new CD, "You Don’t Work You Don’t Eat” follows up Tee-Jay’s “Testimony” the CD that caught the attention of the world. National and International online publications such as Hip-HopKings.com, sdmusicmatters.com, iheartpgh.com have already co-signed for Tee-Jay’s music. Local publications have also given the music high praises. Tee-Jay’s built a cult following in the Pittsburgh and San Diego regions.

Pittsburgh-born rapper Tee-Jay has the hip-hop lingo down pat. But the difference between Tee-Jay and household names such as Jay-Z, 50 Cent, and Eminem, he uses no profanity in his lyrics, has no tattoos, wears no jewelry, yet he still touches the heart of the ghetto.

Tee-Jay was influenced by streets at an early age, his Uncle Darrell "The Kernel" Nelson, was one of Western Pennsylvania largest drug dealers. Following in the footsteps of his uncle, fast money and street respect solidified his name in the "Mean Joe Greene" streets of Pittsburgh.

After witnessing his best friend Marcus "MD" Darden commit suicide, his brother Michael "Mizzy" Givens got life without parole, and his Uncle Darrell got 20 years in the Feds, Tee-Jay evaluated life and looked for other options outside of the streets.

His influences are Jay-Z for business savvy, Dr. Dre for his track record, and Will Smith for his positive character. Tee-Jay grew frustrated with the dead-end ways of street life. He began rapping after having a dream, in which he was told his music would touch the hearts of today’s youth.

Using music as an outlet to express himself, he recorded an ode to his hometown called "Da Burgh Strictly." 5,000 units later, the enormous street buzz of "Da Burgh Strictly" reached its climax when it caught the ear of major label producer and Pittsburgh native, Mel-Man, who's worked with Dr. Dre, heard it and invited Tee-Jay to come to Los Angeles to work with him.

Well-known bad blood between Pittsburgh neighborhoods reared its ugly head thousands of miles away. Mel-Man, who is from the Hill, decided he could not work with someone from Hazelwood.

Tee-Jay arrived in California with $4.00 dollars and dream, discouraged but not broken in spirit he quickly began building a fan base in San Diego via open mic nights, pressing and distributing his mix-tapes, and word of mouth. Tee-Jay noticed that outside of his hometown dwelling, he stood apart from other artists by his originality and charisma.

Fate intervened and Tee-Jay met a producer named Wild Bill. The two hit if off instantly, recording My Testimony, a concept album about life and being in darkness and finding the light. Tee-Jay wanted to share his vision of never giving up on your dreams and persistence and character. He has a strong emphasis on education, the value of good credit. He encourages children to stay in school and stay off drugs.

Preparing his new CD “You Don’t Work You Don’t Eat” is once again poised to show that Hip-Hop is not dead. Alongside Tee-Jay are Slim Kaity, Wiz Khalifa, Ruslan of theBREAX, Lil Slim, Babe Loc. With new production by: Wild Bill, Tee-Jay, Eye Am, Nesia Beatz, Hazmat, , Dub’s Attic, NEF, D-1. His buzz has created a global uproar, and Tee-Jay will continue to take music to a plateau it’s never seen before.

Performances:
* Mandalay Bay - Las Vegas, NV
* Summer Jam Festival - Salt Lake City, UT
* Shadow Lounge - Pittsburgh, PA
* HKan Hookah Bar & Lounge - Pittsburgh, PA
* PNC Park - Pittsburgh, PA
* The Knitting Factory - Los Angeles, CA
* Zen Sushi - Los Angeles, CA
* The Blvd - San Marcos, CA
* Elevated - San Diego, CA

Radio / TV Features:
* WPTS 92.1 FM – Pittsburgh, PA
* WAMO 106.7 FM – Pittsburgh, PA
* XMOR 98.9 FM – San Diego, CA
* Pittsburgh Cable Television Channel 21

Lyrics

Whats Up Yall

Written By: Tee-Jay

this is one of my favorite tracks off the album...the beat is banging...the hook is funny...and the flow is tight...I like to drop knowledge...but also like up beat head knodding hip hop music...I aint talking about killing nobody...I aint disrespecting women...I aint cussing...but its still tight...Glory to God...Wuz Up Y'all

Wuz Up Y’all – verse 1

Chorus: Wuz up Y’all…bout to blow up the spot y’all
They call me Oscar Mayer…I know I’m hot dawg
Dead presidents…fresher than a peppermint
Ghetto testaments…for the streets I represent

Wuz up y’all…man me I’m just chilling
I’m trying to raise the children… I’m trying to cake a million
Wuz up y’all…to my nizzle man wuz hat’nin
Tee-Jay in the game…and he going ghetto platinum

Ay baby…excuse me how you doing lady
Call your radio station crazy…tell them to play me
Maybe…I can fill the void of Jay-Z
8 g’z…for the disc jockey…just to play me

Wuz up y’all…anybody lets flow bet your dough
I always steal the show…they call me klepto
Wuz up y’all…I’m true to this…this rap game I ain’t new to this
Flow run thru my lips…the rap game futures here

Tee-Jay…I got a hot CD
And it’s not R rated…but it’s not PG
I ain’t gotta curse in the verse…this right here too easy
My flow hot…the industry soon to feel queasy

Chorus: Wuz up Y’all…bout to blow up the spot y’all
They call me Oscar Mayer…I know I’m hot dawg
Dead presidents…fresher than a peppermint
Ghetto testaments…for the streets I represent (x2)

Verse 2

Wuz up y’all…Tee-Jay not a thug he a hustla
Slanging audio drugs…to all the customers
When I took falls…man I still stood tall
Y’all done messed up with rap…and gave a crook a job

Wuz up y’all…even y’all yeah I see the haters
Sucking on your envy green now and laters
You pay them no attention…that’s how you do’em a favor
Cause they gone talk to your neighbors…whether you minor or major

Anticipating…waiting for the latest creation
The statements I’m making…raking in turkey bacon
Wuz up y’all…this street life this ain’t no pretend
My family got news clips and coverage…like J-Lo and Ben

Pittsburgh…PGH…naw I ain’t forgot y’all
Renova…Formosa…my G-Block hogs
East side…west side…south side…the war side
Wuz Up Dawg…lick a shot with your fo-five

Chorus Wuz up Y’all…bout to blow up the spot y’all
They call me Oscar Mayer…I know I’m hot dawg
Dead presidents…fresher than a peppermint
Ghetto testaments…for the streets I represent (x2)

Verse 3

Wuz up y’all…to all my g’z in Chicago
The ride float…24’s pedicured the Tahoe
California….essays…bloods and crips
Snubs on the hip…Chevrolets got the dubs on the whip

Man wuz up y’all…to all my hustlers down in Miami
Cubs wanna be Sosa…I ain’t talking about Sammy
Wuz up to the south…you know the durty durty
Chewing straws...in overalls...with your thirty thirty

New York...Detroit...from the Nap...to the Lou
Yay Area...Vegas...man this rap is for you
I’m down in Tennessee with my kin to me they give me energy
Peace to Philly...and my peoples down in Mississippi

Boston...Atlanta...filming broads on the camera
Wuz up y’all...to all my hogs...locked in the slammer
Wuz up to all my ladies...who be thicker than a snicker
Wuz up to this beat...it’s pounding like a kicker

Chorus Wuz up Y’all…bout to blow up the spot y’all
They call me Oscar Mayer…I know I’m hot dawg
Dead presidents…fresher than a peppermint
Ghetto testaments…for the streets I represent (x2)

© 2006 The Jukebox Inc.
John The Baptist Music (ASCAP)

PGH (Da Burgh)

Written By: Tee-Jay

this song is for my hometown Pittsburgh, if you close your eyes you can visualize going thru my city in order of the song there was alot of thought process in making this song, the beat is bangin too, check out the lyrics

Verse 1
This is for those, that reside in “Da Burgh”
At Originals in Oakland, park your ride by the curb
Swing them Terrible Towels, when you up in Blitzburgh
Steel City wuz smacking yeah we fry them birds

Clairton, Braddock, Aliquippa, and New Ken
Rankin, West Mifflin, McKeesport, ya’ll feel this new Slim
Call up WAMO, and flood the wire-lines
We climbed like the Incline our time to shine

Hit Honus Wagner, for some Timbs and a fit
I’m smart incognito, got no rims on the whip
I’m on the North Side, holla at my War Side peeps
The most squabs in the city, yeah the War-Side beef

McKees Rocks (ugh), from the West End Bridge
Chartiers, Sheridan, and them West End kids
Accelerate pedal step, jet hit Route 51
Da Burgh strictly, and we got the one for the thumb

Chorus: This is for the Burgh Strictly, Pittsburgh is you with me
Swiftly out towners, we move’em quickly
Home of the Penguins, Pirates and Steelers
Super Bowl 40, now the world gonna feel us (x2)

verse 2

In the Burgh them hustlers, known to get cheese
Riding clean, one love, to them Homestead peeps
I got love, for my Southside homies
Super Bowl Steelers, brought home the trophy

Beltzhoover they’ll bruise ya, get up in intruders
They’ll do ya, like a lamb verse a cougar
As I dart rhymes, Dark Side spark fire
Saint Clair Village, get big bank skrilla

Feel my verbal spillage, it be the realest make you feel it
Mt. Oliver, Knoxville, Carrick and Arlington
Black n Gold, Pittsburgh, it’s on again
Bill Cowher and the Bus, yeah we won for them

I’m at the light by the bridge, called the Birmingham
Give me MC, of the year like deserve I am
I hit the “H-I” double yeah you know the rest
Where you hear, “Gute, Ike and On The Nephs”

(Chorus)

verse 3

It seems like, the Penn Hills picnic at Kennywood
You spot the best dime pieces, from any hood
Swissvale, Squirrel Hill, Greenfield, Hazelwood
Where my days are good, by the elbow they blaze the wood

Hazelwood Mob, I got love str8 up
Pound for pound, can’t no other hood put that weight up
Holla at the Brew Crew, and them boys in 250
My flow tight, like 8 sumos in 2 jitneys

Peep the deal, these streets is real, homie that’s for certain
Pittsburgh Wuz smacking we the Steel Curtain
East Lib, Point Breeze, Larimer, Lincoln
Wilkinsburg and Homewood, Iron City drinking

Lawrenceville, Stanton Heights, Highland Park, Garfield
Fox Chapel, Church Hill, Turtle Creek, and Monroeville
East Hills wuz smacking wave them Terrible Towels
Pittsburgh made the world believe in miracles now

Chorus (x2)

© 2006 The Jukebox Inc.
John The Baptist Music (ASCAP)

Friday

Written By: Tee-Jay

I wanted to make a party record that will get the dance floor packed without being violent and just showing that you can enjoy yourself without all the rah-rah, this is one of my favorite songs on the album, its a story going to work, going to the mall, getting freshed up, get a clean trim at the barbershop, eat some good home cooked food, and then going to do a show, ITS FRIDAY!!

Chorus: It’s Friday, you can dance if you want
Crank it up loud if you got amps in the trunk
It’s Friday, we just flashing our ones
We ain’t come here to start trouble we having some fun
It’s Friday, no blasting the gun
Man cool out, we just having some fun
It’s Friday hit the highway
Time to celebrate, cause it’s Friday

Friday – verse 1

Friday morning alarm clock, get to going
Stretch my arms stank breath as I’m yawning
Time to get up Thank God It’s Friday
Give the Lord my praise as I start my day

No work tomorrow but my pockets its hurt
So what I get my check when I clock in at work
Stepped in the shower to work in less than an hour
I gotta job no more slanging cess and that powder

Money order and stamp understand it and listen
Pay the bills on time the kid handle his business
Its Friday, got to clean up the whip
So I can lean like a pimp, and gleam on the strip

Cruising and creep all up thru the streets
About to throw some new shoes up on the jeep
System bumping and if the police wanna trip
I’m legit license insurance to the pink slip

Chorus: It’s Friday, you can dance if you want
Crank it up loud if you got amps in the trunk
It’s Friday, we just flashing our ones
We ain’t come here to start trouble we having some fun
It’s Friday, no blasting the gun
Man cool out, we just having some fun
It’s Friday hit the highway
Time to celebrate, cause it’s Friday

Friday – verse 2

I’m 6 ft a buck 80 and I’m handsome
I put cash in my passion for fashion
Hit the mall step in I want them and them
2 Benjamin’s for the denim and Timbs

They call me Dalmatian I got major spots
Looked at my watch oh almost 8 o’clock
Hit the barbershop chop the sides and the top
You see more waves on my head than you see on a dock

Ring, ring, ring got a call from my queen
She cooking mac and cheese baked potato and chicken wings
Umm that sound good no talking no more
20 minutes later I knocked on the door

Give her quality time, thanked her for food
I can operate now, that the tank is full
About to do show and hang with the crew
Brand new outfit and timbs, I’m brand spanking new

Chorus: It’s Friday, you can dance if you want
Crank it up loud if you got amps in the trunk
Its Friday, we just flashing our ones
We ain’t come here to start trouble we having some fun
It’s Friday, no blasting the gun
Man cool out, we just having some fun
It’s Friday hit the highway
Time to celebrate, cause it’s Friday

Friday – verse 3

Smokey, Craig and Day-Day we do this every Friday
I ain’t got blue eyes, but I did it my way
Stepped in the spot about 11 o’clock
Did a mic check, before I wreck shop

Promoters scoping, homie I’m destined to score
Here go a hot track, to make you step on the dance floor
My verbal heat on beats increase like yeast
From the east to the Georgia Peach to Venice Beach

I’m a hustler like Cassidy, clocking them dollars
We stay popping our collars and hopping Impalas
Improve my style, dudes get wild, the music loud
I’m a microphone fiend and I move the crowd

I include my been thru into my pen move
Another smash performance at the venue
No contest to profess who’s best
I give the fans more hits than Ron Artest

Chorus: Its Friday, you can dance if you want
Crank it up loud if you got amps in the trunk
Its Friday, we just flashing our ones
We ain’t come here to start trouble we having some fun
It’s Friday, no blasting the gun
Man cool out, we just having some fun
It’s Friday hit the highway
Time to celebrate, cause it’s Friday

Discography

(2000) Scorchin Hot (mix-tape)
(2002) Da Burgh Strictly (mix-tape)
(2005) A.M.E.N. (mixtape)
(2006) My Testimony (debut CD)

Set List

9 Songs
30 minutes

*What's Up Yall
* Black n Gold
* 3 Options
* The Only One
* Fire & Desire
* Tee-Jay.Biz
* Steppin Out
* When I'm Gone
* PGH (Da Burgh)