En los soleados vecindarios de Long Beach, California, nació una banda única que dejaría una marca indeleble en la música. Sublime se formó en 1988, fusionando el punk rock y el reggae para crear un sonido distintivo y rompedor. La banda estaba compuesta por Bradley Nowell en la guitarra y voz, Eric Wilson en el bajo y Bud Gaugh en la batería.
Desde sus humildes inicios tocando en fiestas y bares locales, Sublime rápidamente comenzó a ganar seguidores gracias a su energía inigualable y letras provocadoras.
La música de Sublime es una mezcla ecléctica de diversos géneros, incluyendo ska, reggae, punk y hip-hop. Sus letras a menudo abordan temas como el amor, las drogas, el racismo y la vida callejera en una ciudad costera de California.
Sublime se distinguía por la habilidad única de Bradley Nowell para mezclar géneros aparentemente dispares en canciones que eran tanto melódicas como llenas de actitud. Esto les permitió conectar con una amplia gama de oyentes y crear una base de fans diversa y dedicada.
El primer álbum de estudio de la banda, "40oz. to Freedom" (1992), fue lanzado bajo el sello independiente Skunk Records. Este trabajo inicialmente pasó desapercibido pero ganó tracción con singles como "Smoke Two Joints" y "Badfish".
En 1994, Sublime lanzó su segundo álbum, "Robbin' the Hood". Aunque este disco no tuvo un impacto comercial significativo en su momento, sigue siendo una joya cult,
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Don't Push (Shs Version) Song Lyrics
Don't Push (Shs Version) by Sublime Stolen from an African land,
And chased out with a knife.
With a face like Bob Marley,
And a mouth like a motor bike
Oh well the bars are always open,
And the time is always right.
And if God's good word goes unspoken,
The music goes all night
And it goes...
If i was Bob Marley I said could you be loved
If I was half pint I'd ball lord up above
If I was Mike Tyson I'd look for a fight
If I was a Boomtown Rat I would be stayin up all night
IF I was the king Ad-Rock i would get stupid dumb
If rhymes were valiums I'd be comfortably numb
If I had a shotgun, know what I'd do,
I'd point it straight up at the sky,
And shoot heaven on down for you.
Because the bars are always open,
And the time is always right.
And if God's good word goes unspoken,
The music goes all night.
And it goes:
I want a lover, I can't find the time.
I want a reason, I can't find the rhyme.
I want to start some static, but I can't afford,
To hit the ground like I fell off my skateboard, hey.
Now a days as clear as you please,
Get strapped with protection or strapped with disease.
Laughter, it's free, any time just, call me.
438-4836 'cuz your down with Sublime you get
Funky fresh lyrics, you get nuff lyrics.
Stolen from an african land,
I was chased out of the bar.
And Ice is my best friend tonite
So don't push me too far.
I gonna run come down with the new lyrics,
Get hit, get hip, don't slip you knuckle heads.
Racism is scism on a serious tip.
You don't believe me I go and bust your lip. Hey.
I hear the mountain, it hard to climb.
Rougher the rhythm, then it must be Sublime.
Listen Bud Gaugh yea he's right on time. Come listen Eric Wilson drop the funky bassline.
Base........Mmmmm.........Come in Bud.
Lord have his grilled cheese.
This the kinda rhythm make you wanna explode.
Not like doin' coke and shooting, not like taking a load.
Because I'm one stylee, stand rough and rugged.
I keep my body strong, clean and ....
People wanna come up and they want tell me smokin crack cocaine better than sensi
Something, something, something.....