It all started in the early '90s at the Good Life, home of the West Coast underground hiphop scene; the boot camp for artists like Freestyle Fellowship, Kurupt, The Pharcyde` and Black Eyed Peas. PJ's second solo album, Pigeon John is Dating Your Sister blends melody with rhythm, heartbreak with hiphop and washes away stereotypes.
He's been featured on many compilations and has shined brightly on countless guest appearances. With influences from De La Soul to the Beatles, Pigeon John opens up a brand new sound that will relate to all.
Dragon Slayer houses the signature Pigeon John humor and smarts but with a whole new sound.
Chunjay, Verse 1: Such a dish, she’s delicious, downright nutritious Kinda chick who has a Guinness but’s still down with that fitness Business in the front, she look good in the back Got a mind that attracts an a booty that distracts I’m not talking pirate treasure but I might as well be Captain Jack would scoop her up and take her out to sea The Black Pearl may be cursed but imma take her out to drinks Hug her tight to my chest and tell her what I think Put it on the line, clink a glass of wine It’s a dangerous thing trying to make her all mine Such a pretty face got that sweet soft skin Of course she makes me chase her all the way to the end Dangerous those eyes, dangerous those lips Dangerous the highs when I put my hand up on her hip Tryin a get a grip, got me actin reckless It all started with some tacos out in Austin, Texas Flatline, Chorus: She’s dangerous, been heavy on my mind She’s dangerous, made my heart go blind Rhymed words and phrases With flirts and praises She’s dangerous status undefined Chunjay, Verse 2: Round number 2, @Just Jamey steppin through She got me living dangerous in that heart pursuit She could be a maneater, leave me spit and chewed But imma ride this one out and hope it continues What’s next on the menu like my name was Pete Rockin Holding hands in the park without an eye on the clockin Maneuvers in the dark like orchestrated shockin Dangerous embrace like, knockin, knockin Imma rock her world like she been rocking me Relaxation on my brain, it’s electricity Take it back to 93 like phife and q-tip Gotta get a grip she holds a knife and a whip Sippin on a brew with the girl and my crew Is this the real deal or will she and I be through Tension in the chemistry, tryina not be restless It all started with a girl, out in Austin, Texas Verse 3: Flatline: Talking ’bout her… Flatline, Chorus: Girl we got a good thing goin’ I’m singing loudly down the street we rollin’ Shouting from the top from the hills to the ocean Together our days and our nights in slow motion Flatline, Verse 2: I don’t wanna stage a rom com but I’m Cheering like some pom poms United in our vision But I’m dressed up like a bad prom Date save the wait This Prince looking for his Kate Duchess Royal dress and oil Olives piled up on my plate Girl a good thing’s goin on A bright adventure, a golden dawn A pop of champagne, a pint of beer Cheers, a good thing to hold so dear Chunjay, Chorus 2: Hey! then you close the chapter Flatline, Chorus 3: Believe it, it’s through Believe it, it’s true Turning over and over and over and decline Rhymer’s Block Chunjay, Verse 1: I wrote this song in my car it goes boom like that Got me drivin off the road like Tounces the Cat One hand on my phone and one hand on the wheel I can’t recommend that Hellen Keller type a deal 1, 2, 1, 2 my mic checks don’t bounce That’s Clever with an A*, don’t you mispronounce My rhymes cut like a cleaver give a dam like a beaver Used to go by Sooperman, you can call me Chris Reever Pop hip-hop my rhymes are carbonated Been digging beats myself since the slaves emancipated Seeking justice for the poor like Robin of Locksley Grab a mic with shaky hands like Michael J.
Chunjay: Yo, I took her out Connections on my mind for the whole dang route Crew bringing the Ruckus Flatline: No doubt, no doubt Chunjay: She be straight up sumptuous, a dangerous shout Flatline: She’s deadly man, she could rip your world apart Chunjay: The beauty is there but there’s a beast in her heart The way she looks away it’s like a calculated game The struggle on her lips just to tell me thangs Coy and cocky, goes back and forth The joy and the rocky, she knows true north Am I just a chess piece, a pawn in her strategy? Ignore my boys’ warnings and fall to her gravity Keep me coming back oblivious to tragedy Diggin’ every minute not just goin down a checklist It all started with this dish out in Austin, Texas You can wear that dress and I’ll don this new suit “Shoot they look so cute” we gonna turn them heads around We gonna boogie on the dance floor to that Royal Ruckus sound Squats down to the ground cause we move it like Orange Theory We connecting through our movements when our voices can’t carry You can bury my body, sometime but not tonight Cause I’m looking to boogie til the morning flicks up light Kicks and flips and vodka club with lime I’ll show some tips and tricks you’re my partner in crime For those sweet eyes, I would die I could do this every night for a whole lifetime Flatline, Chorus 1: One hand up and get in the zone Two hands high, open eyes, set the tone Microphone check checkah gonna shake a hip bone Be a melody, a love like I never known Flatline, Verse 2: I’m getting all the signals right, but the brights are on Kept the spirits light, ran the marathon We walked the whole lake, took all afternoon Thought we felt bridges shake, thought we sang a tune Getting lost in that moment, stars shine a little brighter When ya flick it like a lighter, tapping like a type writer Your love is like a fighter gonna give it all its got And words are getting longer gonna lose my train of thought We grow like a garden, we pear (pair) like a tree Love is the pardon, we’re buzzed like a bee Like a bribe to the warden, like I’ve been set free Now it’s just you and me…just you and me Chunjay & Flatline, Chorus 2: Never known a love like this Never grown so close to bliss Never thrown my self in’is Now I found home in a kiss Coconuts Verse 1: Chunjay: I’m not a dope rapper, I play one on CD Been writing booty lyrics since 1993 If I date myself I’d like some wine and cheese Candlelight dinner, invite this young lady Flatline: I’m a dapper catch you can call me mahi mahi I’ll run the seamen’s boat, just you try to stop me Chunjay: Ever since I met her, I had this frame of mind My mental is a goner with these pictures in rewind Like VHS at Blockbuster won’t you be so kind Two by two into the ark we will populate and bind Flatline: All the different shades all the different ways All the different grays in a fuego kinda blaze I feel the fire’s power think I got a little burned A tiny little spark from those lips as they upturn Chunjay: Up up and away, I’m Sooperman* Chunjay I’m flying in the sky, high on this new bae Flatline, Chorus 1: Co-co-co-co-co-co-co-coconuts Co-co-co-co-co-co-co-coconuts Flatline, Chorus 2a: I’m into this new girl she’s funny and she’s chill Don’t make a lot of money, she don’t got a lot of bills Like the nape and her necklace I’d like to caress this Simple sexy cute she got no need to impress this Chunjay, Chorus 2b: I’m into this new girl she’s funny and she’s chill Listens to my raps digs the choruses and fills I’m sending Ruckus rhythms right down her block Me be to she what key be to lock Verse 2: Flatline: Summer of cicadas we went down to sandy beaches We were making all the noise we were soaking up sun reaches Ethical fajitas in Chipotle’s dining room Six bucks won my heart with salsa number two Chunjay: Guacamole’s extra, not everything is cheaper Liking her online, Instagram a creeper We went to Grouch & Eligh, watched them tear it up Vodka and a lime and club soda in her cup We walked across the tracks squeezed the juices out of life We made minute maid out of twists and of the strife Flatline: My girl is all the bestest, laughs and all the restest Took her out for tacos, out in Austin, Texas This girl has got me crazy, the chemistry amazing Coconuts and vodka, liquor don’t phase me Chunjay: Better living through chemistry I call it love tazing Cupid and his arrows got us seriously love dazing Verse 3: Chunjay: That was the Co-co-chorus hookah lounging over there We spent all of our time, drinking Buddha beer They say that time is money so I closed out my account And gave it all to her in large unmarked amounts Flatline: White envelopes for lovers, don’t forget to lick the stamp Plant your feet facing forward toward your lovers little camp Chunjay: Make like a tree and get your coconuts for free Eat the meaty flesh drink the milk upon your knees Flatline: The bird gets the worm but the squirrel gets dees nuts It’s not what you’re thinking it’s just my puns all get the butt Chunjay: Punny you should say but my girl don’t even play She’s not that kinda girl got me using my long game Strong to the finich I make her garlic spinach I read up on the labels she likes to know what’s in it I cook her grass-fed steaks put some meat upon her ribs Flatline: Maybe you’ll make babies and put kids up in them cribs We Are the Music Makers Flatline, Chorus: We are the music makers, we make up the scene We’re not the imitators, we rap Ruckus kings We don’t heed those haters, instead we run things We are the innovators and the dreamers of dreams Chunjay, Verse 1: 1998 was when we started the deal Three high school kids with a dream that was real We wanted to have fun and push positive music We wanted to run things the way that we choose it Deathless ditty, we build up the city We wanted to rock mics and date girls who were pretty A touch of techno and a bit of ska Eclectic is the best description of all We made some friends made connects and such Rocked Vegas and Hawaii and got bad haircuts Grits, Pigeon John & Spoken Nerd Sackcloth, the Duke & my main man Dirt Just four years and a handful of members We were bout to go national the end of November It was a good ride but it died before long And before I hang my hat I’m gonna drop this song Chunjay, Verse 2: Ocean blue sea breakers by the ball takers Never gave a bit about fighting all the fakers One man with a dream can conquer a crown And two rappers with a beat can take a kingdom down Or your record can flop at the store You can hustle for cash and you can still be poor You can make lots of jokes and ride tour busses You can upset the folks with your Royal Ruckus Look, everything is built on the past of the earth Each age is dying and each dream’s a birth A breath of inspiration in each generation I’m glad we walked this way and avoided stagnation DMC, Beasties, Soup the Chemist We all get a second then we have to be finished We rode this ride and my only regret Is we took this long to make a record perfect Chunjay, Verse 3: I drop these rhymes for my personal use I never cup the mic that’s hip-hop abuse Life after death or death after life A maze we didn’t choose but we might choose which knife Some choose right but others choose demise I don’t know a whole lot but I’m banking on a prize Or at least a Lord have mercy love of God don’t hurt me The music sings a song that I just need surgery We do what we can and so we make this record Like Peter Paul & Mary got years together Imma let you finish dudes lowered the bar Let’s turn that around and raise the rap beat charts No vision amazing no house they are raising The only way forward is heavy trail blazing Every singer sings and then he stops Every rapper writes and then he drops Narrator: Cicadas live very full lives while underground. The long period of time spent doing these things prepares them for their eventual emergence to the eyes and ears of all. Foxly Fools they wanna box me for being so fresh Never claimed to be a savior I’m not David Koresh I’m not down with ATF we can chill at my house Grill up some steaks, roast a batch of buttered Brussels sprouts Chunjay, Verse 2: I broke up with my girl she didn’t like my cologne Now I’m giving it a whirl at being alone I’m far too tough to die like Joey Ramone I don’t mean to pry but have you seen the Flintstones?
Sometimes he raps and sometimes he sings, but most of the time he is somewhere in between.
He started out clueless, he has been dating your sister and now the LA Symphony and Brainwash Project member sings the blues.
We'll do a mix about the man in the coming weeks, in order to introduce those who still haven't heard him to the cool sounds of Pigeon John... Or how, with the right mind state, sipping coffee in your backyard can turn you into "a young Sean Connery in Cabo"; at least while "So Gangster" sets the soundtrack.
The songs ran out of my hands and grew up like children.
Pigeon John’s delivery pays a big debt to old school hip-hop, and his organic instrumentation follows artists like the Roots (among many others).
But his success isn’t one of originality; it’s one of sheer joy.
His subjects grow from his own Zorba-like celebration of the smallest pleasures in life, and his easy melodies never feel forced.