Andrea Vocab Sanderson - I Am the Remix Lyrics

I am the remix, I am the remix, I am the remix
I am the version that my ancestors alluded to in the original
Soul stirring vocal tracks stemming into my DNA
My bloodline was mixed and mastered this way
The echoes of my parents panning left to right
Transplanting from mono to stereo sounds put together
I am vinyl gripped from the catalog before being laid down
Then flipped on its side to begin the instant replay
Cause it sounded so good you had to run it back
Mama, I carry the reverb of every word you'd pray in my southern tone
Like a Mahalia Jackson solo. I hijacked your smile hid it underneath my cheeks
But I am big boned as Grandma Jewel, on my daddy's side
Her pigment and posture poised over me and I wear it like an album sleeve of pride
This artwork cover is glossy and fly
I've enclosed a bonafide discography
I hold my father's passion for music and it's swirling in my ebony calligraphy
He went crate digging with Ms. Elizabeth LaVern back in 1981
Love was so cool back then that it, Sly and the Family Stone
Slid into their soundtrack to produce me at the dawn of the Millennial generation
So I flow alternating hits from analog to digital drop
I am a sample ripped from my parents masterpiece
Chopped into audio clips from, Roberta Flack to the Last Poets spoken in native tongues
Can you hear the hand stroke on the drum?
I am so afro blue

I am the remix, I am the remix, I am the remix

I have become an anthem, a downloadable edible melody
I am whirlwind of womanhood concealing a clandestine mystery
The matriarchs tasted a sampler of sound bytes to create me
Heavenly as manna in their mouth
But foreign tongue trips over the hip hop tempo
They are lost in the loop of an 8 track and down beat rhythm
Stumbling over the syncopation of my flow
I've been flipped over like a cassette
My hidden gems have yet to be discovered
My meter is still smothered in soul
Speed it up a hair, crossfade, then find a new instrumental
Mix me with it, like a dope dance track being born on the turntables
I am the fables the ancient orators spoke of centuries ago
Timeless as golden oldies and negro spirituals
They laced me with the beat of the bango
Even the Bantu and Shango know, so I was elevated me through the ancestry
My genes swing and lindy hop
Phonograph the ragtime in my spine, crank up the bebop in my hips a notch
I am a jazzy lass with a splash of uncensored lyrics leaking out my lips
Every part of my anatomy is stamped explicit
I am the remix, can you hear it? Hear me roar
From the ceiling to the floor let my version pour out the speaker
Thumping and giving you something so fresh, so real
I am the version of the original with mass appeal
I am the remix, I am the remix, I am the remix