Birdman Posted October 20, 2004 Report Share Posted October 20, 2004 Check out this revolutionary RapperClick here to see some live videos!You will not be disappointedThis guy knows his english! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Birdman Posted October 27, 2004 Author Report Share Posted October 27, 2004 Might be arranging a tour of the UK soon.An Example of his poetryDrop-Out-CastVerse 1Is he a genius, or just an obsequious medievalistMischievous and evil as some people believe he isAs feeble as Smegol is, but equally deviousWeaving the greediest deeds into a tedious preachinessMeek and obedient, deceitfully pleading and Completely free to just creep on these idiotsPreviously he was a freak, but obliviousNow he's the seediest, sneakiest, sleaziestPiece of feces weve completely mistreated, hesLeaving his meetings bleeding with grievances Seething and breathing expletives in sequencesFreezing a creek with his screeching and secretiveScheming to teach us for reading his weaknessesWeeping with grief at his frequent egregiousAchievements, in need of relief from bereavementIt's only asleep he's at peace with his demonsVerse 2Is he immaculate, or just a dispassionate half-witWith a knack for castin his actions as miraculousA masochist wearing the mask of a pacifistWho wouldnt react if attacked by a basiliskAnd couldnt tackle the twelve tasks of AsterixLazy bastard, impassively laughin at activistsTrapped in his graduate class with a MastersIn wrappin his craft in vernacular packagesGraspin at capitalist status and affluenceWhat happened to Erasmus and the Stratford dramatistThats in his past to be classed with the rest of hisAdolescent irrational practicesFatuous analysis of tragical passagesVacuous battles with national averagesAfter this chapter collapsed he went back to his Natural habitat to rap for the massesVerse 3Is he the source of this gorgeous performance? Of course,He was born with his organs engorged with an orgy of Words, with his arteries coursing with poetry; itsForcefully pouring in torrents from his orificesOr if this is mortally forged in his cortex itsMore a corporeal oral contortionistSport, which is part of his Sparticus quarrelsomenessTorn from the warmth of his hearth and his gardenPastorals and forced into tournaments to spar with hisArtistic partners for laurels, he harnessesWord-smithing arsenals, armed with his ordinance ofHard metaphorical barbs with the sharpness ofSwordfishes dorsal fins. Charged with endorphinsThe sharks had tormented his corpse in vaingloriousWars he supported before he departed toFrolic in pods with the orcas and porpoises. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Birdman Posted October 28, 2004 Author Report Share Posted October 28, 2004 Another one track 2 from his album<![endif]--> Scientist Hook: I'm a scientist in the lab: I mix it up With a giant gift of gab, just a nut But I'm not Quannum or Common, I'm an anomalous phenomenon Just tryin' to spit this rap, and live it up. Verse 1 As an act of defiance, I insist On disrupting silences with an iron fist I'm not a mindless artist, I'm a scientist Einstein and Darwin are partners I enlist I spark alliances, chasing after infinity Matter is energy trapped in genetic memory I gather it into me and capture it vividly When adapting it into these raps with intensity I don't ask for sympathy, though it's often hard I want no part of post-modern art Or doggerel shot-in-the-dark Hallmark card Photocopied poems thrown in the shopping cart I don't know where the problem starts, but it finishes here Witnesses hear the difference; every sentence is clear Innocent ears listen as fear and sin disappear This is sheer Genesis; redemption is near Verse 2 Basically I'm takin' this beat and tappin' it Like the base of a maple tree, for the sap in it The flavour is sweet, makin' me passionate It tastes like an aphrodisiac when I fashion it Exact craftsmanship like renaissance art I begin to come apart when the song starts Oxymoron at heart: blonde and smart Drawn in sharp contrast to common sparks I blaze from dawn to dark, and at sundown That's when I rap to the fat drum sound I wrap my tongue around the claps and pounds Like the underground Pied Piper, rats come drown 'Cause half the acts around are sinking ships About to relinquish diminishing grips I make fingers slip when I bring this quick- Witted English linguistic brinkmanship Verse 3 When I rap I stand on the shoulders of geniuses With hats back and baggy pants, holding their penises Posing overeager for media shows, but I see them as Poets and dreamers, you know what I mean? This is Why I flow with a seamlessness that approaches perfection And openly question those with Jehova's protection Although my only weapons are jokes, with no aggression My most hopeless obsession is with my own reflection So I suppose the impression I give is narcissistic A smart, gifted, artistic, hard-fisted, dark, twisted Sharp-witted, scarred, sadistic, heartless mystic As harsh as it is to have my worst parts listed Definitions are simplistic one-dimensional blurbs Invented in the intention to blur sensual curves I was sent to this earth with unconventional words Which I intend to disperse until some tension is purged Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Birdman Posted November 3, 2004 Author Report Share Posted November 3, 2004 Or something a bit more fittingFatalist Hook:It takes individuals to make statisticsWith sophistication, shapes get shiftedThe risks we take make the race ballisticSo shake your fist or get fatalisticVerse 1I gotta make a list of reasons why I'm not a fatalistThat's not a way to live with the weight of this world the way it isWhether you push paperclips for the sake of your kidsOr shake your tits and wait tables for minimum wage and tipsOr relax in a state of bliss, trapped in the MatrixWatching the latest clips of fallen dictatorshipsEating potato chips with flavourless dipsTo achieve weightlessness you must believe you created thisWhether it's done consciously or unconsciouslyWhether you walk nonchalantly or run constantlyWhether you live under palm trees or march to the drum's beatComplicity comes back to haunt your sleepAnd pride and obstinacy like monsters creepInside these songs of freedom the soul longs to speakYou gotta sow if you wanna reap; still, karma runs deepSometimes you can't see the cause of cosmic griefVerse 2In the east soldiers roam with raging hormonesWith radiophones they bring the sword to stonesAnd lay poor bones to decay in war zonesAs the oldest poems and ancient lore knownGets ignored and thrown on the floor when the door's blownLooters roar home; there's no more shalomA sore groan rises from inside the SorbonneAs another throne tries for the glory of RomeAnd when the mouse traps close, send in the backhoes And start drillin' the plateaus, looking for black goldWherever the map shows gas, tank tracks goG. I. Joe attack: Damascus ho!It's like, first to act, last to know, ain't that soBut even the biggest assholes and total wackosMust have souls that reflect the supernaturalThey just catch colds and forget about the macroVerse 3Spirit sickness grows deep as we dig ditchesAnd pig pen pits, asleep to the big picturesAnd even those who witness the sickness just get suspiciousAnd turn to scriptures lookin' for reasons to burn witchesThere's so many pernicious ways to earn richesAnd so many kitchens bursting with vermin and dirty dishesI hope the first thirty-six courses were deliciousAnd worth the risk, 'cause dessert'll be viciousLike a circle with the center waitin' patient for penetrationLike flag incineration on a day of venerationIn a veteran parade, afraid of intimidationA sleeping dragon's been awakened and the next generationWill face the implications and waste their innovations On gates to defend nations from the hateful vengeance takenOn the same men impatient to put limitationsOn reproductive freedom and call it "bush administration"Has anyone checked him out yet?(not Birdman) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Djamba Posted November 3, 2004 Report Share Posted November 3, 2004 I did. I wouldn't call him revolutionary at all - take a look at company flow's stuff and you'll see a lot of thats been lifted by him and mixed with a more sophisticated ugly duckling style. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Birdman Posted November 3, 2004 Author Report Share Posted November 3, 2004 Hooray a reply!Thanks for checking it out. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Djamba Posted November 3, 2004 Report Share Posted November 3, 2004 haha, i listened to it a while ago. you into hip hop then? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Birdman Posted November 3, 2004 Author Report Share Posted November 3, 2004 Not particularly. I saw this guy at the Edinburgh fringe festival rapping the Canterbury tales. At the time I was naturally a little dubious because it sounded all a bit shit but about an hour later I'd spent about 18 on his stuff and actually wowed by what i'd seen!He basically made the canterbury tales into raps and since the line between old style poetry and rap music is so faint, he made it so absorbing. I've never witnessed a single person harness the attention of forty people so easily.He's trying to get a UK tour on the go early to mid of next year but I dont know where would be a good place for him to do any Canterbury like performances in Aberdeen so he might give it a miss.(not actual Birdman - he's not keen on Baba) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Birdman Posted November 16, 2004 Author Report Share Posted November 16, 2004 InsomniaIt's four fourty-fiveAnd I'm fortified and on trackAwake overnightA glorified insomniacI wait for the morning lightTo make contactIt's a glorious sightFor sore eyes, as dawn cracksI'm ignoring it, why?My vision's gone blackIt's time for a long napAnd I'm ready to beSettled deep in a steady sleepNestled in feather sheetsI'm already intriguedBy what I see ahead of meAn iridescent beachA crescent peach moonA phosophorescent seaStirred by a western breezeThat carries a pleasant tuneWith a resonant beatFrom the direction of desert dunesAs I begin to creepTo the crest where a vision loomsI can see seven priestsAnd a collection of ruinsWhere earth and heaven meetSacred temples and tombsWhere spirits live and breatheTheir holy breath in the roomsAnd I watch expectantly As a ritual resumesBut the head priestRemoves his head-pieceAnd beckons to meImpatiently as a second priestPrepares a place for meNext to his seatAnd I obey his decreeOn shaky feet breathlesslyAnd leave the safety of the beach In a state of ecstasyAnd proceed to the leftOf the priest and then stareAs the high priestessDescends the temple stairs And she's dressedIn expensive layersFrom her knees to her chestAnd I freeze, in her hairIs a bee's nestIt's the head-piece she wearsThat keeps the restOf them meek and scaredI try to be preparedUnaware that she wasn'tEven comin' for meAnd I would be sparedThen I'm on my feet runnin'Surrounded by bees buzzin' I can see the priests coveredIn about three-dozen Apiece, with the priestessStandin' above 'emLookin' like she's lovin'Every minute of itFor a moment the image hoveredIn my vision and doubledAnd the next thing I knowI'm back under my coversSmothered with sunlightStreaming through the shutters(Birdman's still not keen - (I am not (not(not))not him))) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Birdman Posted December 9, 2004 Author Report Share Posted December 9, 2004 back you go to the top(not birdman) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest JockeySnogger Posted January 17, 2005 Report Share Posted January 17, 2005 and up you go Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Tam o' Shantie Posted April 8, 2005 Report Share Posted April 8, 2005 I love baba"My story begins in a bar..." you've no idea how much reciting that rap pisses people off, dude Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Birdman Posted April 9, 2005 Author Report Share Posted April 9, 2005 I'm glad you like it manI can send you the rest if you want.Or, I could just send you the album in the mail.Just send me your address.Everyone else - You honestly dont know what you're missing out on until you hear this stuffPM me and I'll get you a CD...just include your address, naturally.This is Poetic Rap by a man with an insatiable thirst to rehearse!(Not Birdman) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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