A description of most of the shows I've played. The recording is rushed, but the beat is awesome, and the lyrics are MOSTLY good. This one will probably sound a lot better if you hear it live, because when I recorded this I was basically reading it.
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Story behind the song
This song was inspired by the enthusiastic reactions I have recieved for my live performances, despite never having ideal audiences.
Lyrics
I rock the small stage
I command you: Get your groove on!
I demand you get a move on!
Microphone set to “loud”, I’m-a make this crowd rock
With my wits. I guess you could say I’m all talk,
‘Cause I hardly sing a note, In hip-hop that’s OK
But this audience hasn’t ever heard it that way.
Anywhere there’s a mic I’m prepared to make noise
Anywhere that there’s not I’ll project my voice
Where there’s anyone vehemently opposed to rap
I’m making them secretly let their toes tap
I’ll take any stage that’ll have me
Can’t afford to be choosy ‘bout where I get gabby
On the mic, ‘cause beggars can’t afford to select
But that won’t stop me outperforming what they expect
I don’t get a lot of opportunities
To share my prepared beats and lyrical lunacy
You can’t build a brand livin’ in a small town
But I’ll still take command, and I’ll bring ‘em all down
I rock the small stage
I’ll make you all smile
No matter your age
I’ll make you go wild
If you’re a young child
If you’re an old sage
I’ll get you all riled
I rock the small stage
Microphone set to “loud”, I’m-a make this crowd cook
They don’t know me well enough to sing along with the hook
But that’s fine. The atmosphere’s great anyhow
I’m getting all the energy the demographic will allow
I’ve seen an old man rise up from his lawn chair
And dip to my music, right then and right there
My music videos are someone else’s home movies
I don’t think I need to say I’ve made kids unruly
I’ve been on a tour bus all full of band geeks
All bobbing their arms, and reacting to the beats
getting up from their seats and dancing in the aisle
Goin’ down the freeway doing 65 miles
I took third place in a campsite talent show
For doin’ Thumbs Up Hands Down a year ago
It’s my only award, it’s wood painted sky blue
(And folks told me I was better than the number two)
Microphone set to “loud”, I’m-a make this crowd dance
All the while I’m just thankful that I got the chance
To give someone a smile, regardless of how many
Or few. I’m happy as long as there’s any
I’ll pretend you’re a swarm, you pretend I’m a star
Wave your hands, bob your knees, we’ll forget where we are
I’m grateful you came, so come again sometime
I’m reasonably sure you won’t have to wait in line.