Lower Life Forms "Open Invitation" (1997)
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I'd describe "Open Invitation" as typical '97 NYC-centric indie shit, "typical" in this case being high praise. The track is tight, laced with some ill piano rolls and play-the-back percussion. This joint is mostly about lyrics, though, and indie-as-fuck lyrics at that..."indie-as-fuck" in this case meaning "show me your credentials":
Name three old-school DJ's that spun in the Bronx
Name New York night spots where hip-hop once rocked
Name the year of the first rap album you ever purchased
and the year you started rhyming (ay-yo son, they gettin' nervous)
This could come off as some pretentious "I'm NYC, you're not, so fuck off" bullshit, but the opening MC gets to the point pretty quickly:
No knowledge of history, or proper protocol
That motor stalls at the starting line from curvatures in the spine
The Lower Life Forms for years been chippin' a hole in the wall
Not so you rookies could desecrate it all
The chorus emphasizes the title of the song: "You can use my mic, the invitation is open." Another cut by a group prescient of the title wave of wack-ass crews gaining massive support, attempting to go down battling...you gotta respect the sentiment. Includes "Open Invitation" (vocal and instrumental) and "Independents Day" (vocal and instrumental).