QN5 Music

Featuring Slug of Atmosphere. True testaments to the indie grind, QN5 and Rhymesayers combine to reflect on the separation that being an indie artist can bring.

Deacon the Villain
At times, it can feel like home is when I’m gone
on lonely roads we roam, Cali to Rome
Me, and everybody I love living through phone
Never been one for hugs, but I long
Across time zones for strength from fam
who are only with me through video and digital camera
Looking for answers, seeking the chance to
make up for time that got lost in these stanzas
The click of my heels ain’t taking me to Kansas
thinking about Tuck got me stuck in these trances
My heart speaks sandscript with no translator
My souls seeks a hand stitched love and a prayer
Shit, I’m everywhere but home, I’m never there
and some I care for say I’m February air
Don’t even know the mayors name in my own town
Been making noise but forgot how my home sound

Slug
Listen Up! I’ve been meaning to say this
I’m not the greatest, I’ll never make that list,
but everytime I come home you still there waiting
In case I never said it, thanks for your patience
Never got rich and famous, don’t get me wrong
theres a lot of different faces that listen to the songs
Theres no big time, never wrote the hit rhyme
had to roll the highway just to go and get mine
and when I got it, I brought it back to you
wasn’t even sweating you was repping with a new crew
I don’t expect you to hold your breath
just know your blessed and let me get that open chest
look, you’ve cried with me, you’ve tried to forget me
you feel neglected ‘cause sometimes I’m busy
you still hold me down on the south side, dig me?
you always forgive me, ‘cause you’re my city

Natti
To make it happen with this rapping is a part of my goal
But leaving you little man takes a part of my soul
believe me, daddy know it ain’t gonna be easy
better this than have you waiting for the state to release me
Seeing me through glass, missing moments to squeeze me
I’ll be damned, I want for you all that I never had
No growing up with hate for an invisible dad
Wanna hold you when you cry, tickle you til you laugh
I’m trying to walk a path right now you don’t understand
you two and barely talking and yet you’re my greatest fan
I love you more than life, you with me every flight
I leave in dead of night to keep from hearing you cry
my luggage out of sight to fight off the sad goodbye
If you could form the words, I know you’d say ‘Daddy why?’
And I would have to tell you how this is for you and I
I’ll be back (be)fore November but daddy has gotta fly

Photography by Elisabeth Colpaert