Constant Elevation (EP)

by Chuckie Campbell

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When Esente Center Stage selected Chuckie Campbell as their emerging artist of the week, writer Peter Amara affirmed him as "super-lyrical" with words "that thrust" the listener "in the middle of the scenario," praising the rapper for his “intricate wordplay” and “incredibly fast flow.” In 2012, Campbell dropped the Constant Elevation EP, a collection of collaborative songs produced by Marc Jones out of Washington D.C. Leading off the EP is the song, "The Streets," a track that struck a chord with listeners all across the nation, when it amassed the most overall votes in The Grammy's Amplifier Contest, accumulating 95,058 amps, listens and shares, more than any other artist in any other genre who participated in the contest. The Constant Elevation EP is an introduction to Chuckie Campbell's work, a dynamic and heartfelt musical experience washed in a tide of emotion, uniquely punctuated in a cathartic and memorable delivery.

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released May 5, 2012

PUBLISHED BY CHUCKIE CAMPBELL FOR SUNSETS AND SILENCERS MUSIC (SESAC), COPYRIGHT 2012.

RECORDED AT TERMINAL STUDIOS IN BUFFALO, NY.

ALL SONGS WRITTEN BY CHUCKIE CAMPBELL.

ALL PRODUCTION BY MARC JONES OF THE CRACK FACTORY IN WASHINGTON, D.C..

ALL MIXING AND MASTERING DONE BY WILLIE BREEDING AT TRUE BLUE RECORDINGS IN NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE.

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Chuckie Campbell Buffalo, New York

Chuckie Campbell lives in Buffalo, NY, where he writes short stories, poetry, and music. He is the founder and editor of Sunsets and Silencers, an online journal for the arts. Currently, he's working on a music project, More Die of Heartbreak, set to be released in 2013 ... more

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Track Name: The Come Up
It was the come up
my beginning suspended
in deeper sentence
I believe this moment
captured between us
now let me witness
ask forgiveness to a dark night
that never replied
I'm committed
to every soldier who died
I make it ride, come on
we get live and I get mine
decompress and I rise
blinding lights that I shine
burn and freeze like dry ice
pouring rain in sunlight
my broken wings still take flight
visions of a past life
illuminating timelines
reading palms and lifelines
patterns born in passed time
speak to where my path lies
follow me, compare my
love and pain for this grind
the truth opposed to your lies
exposed within our lifetime
the music is our tour guide

It took place while you were sleeping
deeply dreaming, discovering meaning,
believing beneath it, something more
is emerging -- you feel it,
I've come to reveal it,
after years of deception and secrets
revisit visions: broken hearts
in the wake of redemption
I'm breathing, softly
on a path of incredible distance,
where friends and family sold dope,
disrespected their women --
spent most their lives confined
to time, in a cell of a prison --
committed suicide by tightening
their grip on a pistol.
I'm standing strong and independent
despite heartless opinions,
standing mainly
for the people who live it.
Revolving rooms continue spinning,
without exit or entrance,
our voices blended
lost in pain and persistence
numb existence
push relentless toward this bright light
believing all my own hype
haters hate and doubt me
while I freestyle
what they can't write.
South side 'til I pass
I keep it moving fast
I keep on keeping on
until y'all know just
what it sound like

'Cause it's the come up
my beginning suspended
in deeper sentence
I believe this moment
captured between us
now let me witness
ask forgiveness to a dark night
that never replied
I'm committed
to every soldier who died
I make it ride, come on
we get live and I get mine
decompress and I rise
blinding lights that I shine
burn and freeze like dry ice
pouring rain in sunlight
my broken wings still take flight
visions of a past life
illuminating timelines
reading palms and lifelines
patterns born in passed time
speak to where my path lies
follow me, compare my
love and pain for this grind
the truth opposed to your lies
exposed within our lifetime
the music here is your guide

Seven years ago
on the night I almost died
I would fail to see the signs
for what it meant to be alive
in a fight my jaw would shatter
be replaced by metal plates
the cold alloy in my face
still feels heavy when it rains

I push the pain away to feel again
from hate to say I'd kill for it
they said, I'd never sing again
watch me, bro, I live for this
contemplate the consequence
of broken hope and confidence
through competence and common sense
to rise above and conquer this
I skip the flood of compliments
the shallowness and cockiness
jewelry and accomplishments
that disconnect our consciousness
I come up while you copy this
collabos across continents
shaping vowels and consonants
collective mind reconnaissance
continue with my heart in this
constantly my all in this
cop it, become part of this
this artist keeps his promises
South side 'til I pass
I keep it moving fast
I keep on, keeping on
Until y'all know just what it sounds like

It was the come up
my beginning suspended
in deeper sentence
I believe this moment
captured between us
now let me witness
ask forgiveness to a dark night
that never replied
I'm committed
to every soldier who died
I make it ride, come on
we get live and I get mine
decompress and I rise
blinding lights that I shine
burn and freeze like dry ice
pouring rain in sunlight
my broken wings still take flight
visions of a past life
illuminating timelines
reading palms and lifelines
patterns born in passed time
speak to where my path lies
follow me, compare my
love and pain for this grind
the truth opposed to your lies
exposed within our lifetime
my music here is your guide
Track Name: Wondering If
(This goes out to my one unborn child)

I sit beneath the city lights
contemplating city life
caught between the lows and highs
dreaming from a distance
my existence was a tranquil sky
electric blue, streaks of white
blending bright and beautiful

(wondering if)

trapped in thought remaining thoughtful
of what dreamers seem to dream
thinking thoughts of thoughtful thinkers,
thoughtful of what thinkers think,
thinking thoughts into the deep,
thoughtful of what thinking means
lost in thought and often thinking
what "thinking's" s'posed to be

do you ever think of me?
'cause you're always on my mind
with a little bit here
and a little bit there
I literally know the signs
it's the simplest kind
consider it born
of the sentiment
centering senses
synergy intimate
seeming to think of it
seriously, dream of it
all the time...I

I fall behind
it's all, so undefined
I just, I want to hide
I was selfish, wanted mine
sometimes, I close my eyes
and I see another me,
unafraid of fatherhood,
love and honesty

I was shy and under pressure
when I first met your mother
she was older, I was younger
her presence seemed to hover
moved from lover to lover
between the sheets
and under covers we made
love to one another, always

(wondering if)

love would take us there
hurt beyond repair
what we could not reconcile
we almost always compared
it was friendship
caught on fire,
wonder who struck the match
come to hatch within
her heart and leave
it all up to chance
now come back
we hid it all from the world
so when I found out
she was preggo
she wasn't even my girl
is it a boy or girl?
the very thought would
make me earl
got me sick to my stomach
I'm really bugging, got me

(wondering if)

did it really have to happen?
I'm a child having children
such an alien feeling
I imagine the fetus
all the similar features
all its toes and its fingers
to think that we conceived it
I could hardly believe it
I made comments
didn't mean it, partly
being facetious
too immature to understand it
or completely redeem it
when she asked if
we should keep it
I said: not my decision
she got mad and started flipping, left me

(wondering if)

by saying nothing
an agreement occurred
something unarticulated, never
stated in words
I would never see your birth
development was arrested at 12 weeks
and at times, there's no speech
ayo, I can't speak
all I really do is think
wonder what if it was different
if you came into the world under
certain conditions, could I
care for you, would you have
brothers or sisters
spent my nights drifting, simply just
(wondering if)
writing letters to my unborn children
a strange feeling, bending time
and precision to events in extension
wishing....