Some ugly geezer climbs the stage.
He shouts in rhyme, it’s all the rage.
The people’s poet who just can’t sing.
Got attitude, don’t mean a thing.
They call it Rap with a silent C.
Is it music?, Does nothing for me.
They’ll use a riff that’s quite well known.
Add drum and bass, call it their own.
Poetic lines designed to shock.
Kick arse – mother duck?.
They call it Rap with a silent C.
Is it music?, Does nothing for me.
With phoney accents they speak their words.
Don’t understand, they’re so absurd.
Repeat their names at least 10 times.
They're all so vain they make it rhyme
Rap music it's just not for me.
A tuneless, boring symphony.
They make up names that must be cool
Entice the kids to break the rules.
Flash cars and gold they proudly show.
With guns and drugs they’re in the know.
They call it rap with a silent C.
Is it music, it’s all bollocks to me.
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Author:
Andy Hunter (
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- Comment from author about the poem: With these hot summer days, I have been subjected to repeatedly overhearing endless Rap music being played from my younger neighbours garden, not a problem as they're enjoying themselves and it spurred me on to have a bit of fun of my own . So I thought I would vent my frustration and compose my own Rap song and armed with a 60's reggae track I came up with this poem/rap song.
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Comments4
Nice comment 👍 Perhaps I will 😃
Yep - heard once, never voluntarily again.
And If I have your assurance there's a reggae rhythm in yours, then you get a double thumbs up from me.
Thanks Andy.
Cheers Dave
Good words Andy, it is music, what many people do not realise is that back in it's formation Opera was looked upon as Rap of its time.
Andy
There's good and bad in all pop genres.... mostly bad is what i have heard.
Love your rap here!
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