This is the beat elite So neat, it's a treat! Move your feet, feel the heat, Meet the fleet, complete. This is the sound, come on, Get down, spin around On the ground, we astound; WE'RE RENOWNED IN TOWN. These are the moves that soothe - So smooth - in the groove, When the youth hit the roof, IT'S THE TRUTH, the proof. This is the dance: OUR CHANTS ENTRANCE, given chance. Take a stance, it's enhanced By advanced romance. These are the words that purred, Unheard, to the birds, And the nerds, and the girls Who preferred desserts. This is the news to choose Don't lose! CAN'T REFUSE. Pay your dues, check the clues, Use your shoes to cruise. This is a rap, so CLAP! Don't nap in the gap It's a trap, read the map, Don't get zapped, old chap! This is a song, so strong: King Kong - never wrong! Hear our throng - may be young, BUT OUR TONGUE IS LONG. These are the rhymes that chime, So prime, sharp like limes. Don't need crime, do your mimes, Spin a dime: good times. This is the noise the boys Employ to destroy. Real McCoys, we've got poise, WE ENJOY OUR TOYS. This is the flock that knocks Spots off Planet Rock. Such a shock to the clock: Tick tock, woodblock. This is the funk we drunk, Not junk in the trunk. Ain't no punk or a flunk, Nor a monk that shrunk. This is the verse rehearsed So terse to coerce. Try and curse (us)? Need a nurse Or a hearse or worse. We're not averse, perverse, Adverse, self-immersed. In reverse, we'd be first (To) Reimburse your purse. WE are the crew . that YOU . Have . to . KEEP IN VIEW, . . To renew . your world view; . We outgrew . taboo . . GOOD . FOR YOU . some one . to look . up . to . . Be . true . . . . . Show . respect . too . THIS is our CLAIM TO FAME Not tame, NEVER LAME. We take aim like a flame IT'S THE NAME OF THE GAME. . . . . . IT'S . THE BEAT . ELITE . . . . . . . . . And . the drum . beat . goes . like . THIS X . . X . B THE BEAT . ELITE . . . . rrRappin' on the microphone until the last . NOTE . . . X B X X DRUM PARTS for Djembe or TR-808: (with variations - alter at will) 96bpm 4/4 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 & Djembe 1a B...X.B.....X... Djembe 1b B...X.B...B.XB.. Djembe 1c B...X.B...B.X... Djembe 1d BX..X.B....BX... Djembe 1e .XB.X.B...B.X... Djembe 1f .X..X.B...B.X..X Djembe 1g B...X....B.B.XB. Djembe 1h B...X..XX.X.XBB. Djembe 2a B.OOS.OOOOOOS.OO Djembe 2b B.OOS.OOOOOOS..S RHYTHM: (and alternate lyric) 1 & 2 & This is the sound . come on . B . . . X . B . 3 & 4 & Get . down . spin around . . . B . X .. . 1 & 2 & . On the ground . to the sound B . . . X . B . 3 & 4 & . That you found . in town . . . B . X . . .
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A rap I wrote on 2009-02-06 10:44, with more verses added later at 17:15 and 2009-03-05 20:30. Once I've practised it and mastered the breath control, I gotta find me some kidz to unleash this upon the world with... ;-)
Rather than struggle your way through as one solo vocalist (large lungs!), a much more achieveable arrangement would have each verse chatted by different soloists (or alternating groups of people), to give some much needed breathing+thinking space, unless we are talking experienced Microphone Controllers in the house. Depending on how much rehearsal time is available, certain key phrases could also be doubled by everyone in unison, (capitalised above) a la Public Enemy, or even passed around one word per person a la Faust.
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