how the hell do we still have people who think that rap music is just a fad and on its way out?
Canadian indie nerdcore rapper, not trying to prove anything, just doing my thing.
Story behind the song
a few years ago I worked with a guy who was only about 5 years older than me but acted like I was a kid and it was his job to set me straight on EVERYTHING. his only musical interests were country and old-school rock, and he insisted that rap was just a fad, and was going to disappear in 5 or 10 years. I realized that a lot of the bullshit from critics like him is the same kind of crap that my parents heard from naysayers about rock and roll.
Lyrics
as the story unfolds right before your eyes
so real it’s something we know you’ll recognize
we ain’t here to preach, just here to summarize
and to show as example that rap is still alive
I started rhyming about a million years ago
maybe that’s why sometimes I feel so old
but I gotta be honest, my early rhymes were bad
I don’t mean Michael Jackson “Bad”, I mean they sucked donkey nads
but I learned to stretch my horizons, ya know
sometimes I go against the grain, sometimes I go with the flow
keep believing in myself and believing in my words
someday it’ll pay off and I’ll finally be heard
I’m not ambiguous, androgynous, subliminal or subtle
if I got something to say I’ll just say it if I’m able
and if you don’t know what it means, pay better attention next time
‘cause I seriously know my way around a rhyme
a tisket a tasket, I’ll rhyme until I’m in a casket
‘cause one thing I love to do is make a square blow a gasket
rhythm so solid that you know it won’t slip
lyrics so insane that you might think you dropped an acid hit
I remember way back in ‘86
that’s when I started to get my rap fix
the critics said rappers had no talent, the words had no meaning
they said that sampling was uncreative thieving
they said it was a fad, and would soon be out the door
wait a sec, isn’t that what they said about rock n roll?
we’ve known for 30 years that rap was here to stay
so fuck those fools who said that rhyme doesn’t pay
