Courrier Rouge is an up-and-coming lyricist based in Montreal but from Toronto making hip-hop and grime music. The song Soul Centred Living is the title track to his first mixtape now on bandcamp, which talks about taking time to enjoy the simple joys in life despite whatever troubles us. Courrier Rouge spent 8 years living as a courier in both cities which inspires his working class, urban, and bike related stories
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Bandcamp: courrierrouge.bandcamp.com/album/soul-centred-living-mixtape
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Narada and Rouge have known each other for years so collaborating on a video was bound to happen. Narada already knew him to be a fearless rider and wanted to shoot him on home turf, talking about his favourite restaurants and memories. Since Rouge was putting out music, it only made sense to make a music video of Rouge riding through traffic just as he did for so many years
Music written, recorded, and produced by Courrier Rouge
Video filmed, edited by Narada Kiondo
Look at the plants and ponder how they're living
Forget the weights on your mind, the damage you been given
The damage that you give makes you no super-villain
But it's body consciousness, not soul-centred living
Watching the yutes play, remember snowballs and bug fights
Picking up rocks and running up the street with kites
That kid is still inside and you are still alive
Buried under rubble screaming for dear life
Cut the ganj and the booze
Cuz when I went off it make me wanna put my life on snooze
Only 28 and still got lots to lose
But shit don't seem it when there will never be another you
Nor me too, creation of the mind
Deliverance from suffering no way to rewind
Let me take those words back, before the suicide
Cutting it dry, wetting your soft eyes
Every other MC is tryna get on playlists
I'm the the only one the feds are always tryna fuck with
The only one that's called the crisis line for help
The only one recognizing real love is real wealth
Stop dancing, you ain't no Michael Jackson
You ain't no Shabba Ranks you don't know dick about fashion
Been wearing this hoodie for 10+ years
My lines got bedbugs, yours crawl with veneers
Can't say nothing I ain't said to myself
Mans got thick skin and a sharp tongue styl
From getting jumped I know to turn a situation
Don't need a pokey to poke at your masturbation
Low the bucket hat, you dunno how to fish
All this fake shit, lemme reel you in
Left my hometown cuz mans were out for me
Put mans on hooks, not talking responsibility
Gutted em up, with my bare hands
Battered with flour, in a sizzlin' pan
Lo hice solo, didn't need bare mans
I'm on that God shit but this was just His plan
No clan, no kin, just one man
With the final solution for you wastemans
Show me real hip-hop and I'll give you respect
Otherwise I'll use the chains to hang your neck
Look at plants and ponder how they're living
Forget the weights on your mind, the damage you been given
The damage that you give makes you no super-villain
But it's body consciousness, not soul-centred living
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