This song is part of a bigger project. I really like making sets like “The Couch King Sofa Barn” and “The Horror Host” but they take a long time to make and I don’t think SoundCloud loves the long song format. A number of us are almost finished with another song in this project. I am excited to hear how the whole thing turns out. Massive thanks to everyone presently involved and all my future collaborators in these crazy visions. I hope everyone is having fun on the cloud. I feel like this can be a very fun time for the SoundCloud community as we have all matured and know ourselves in relation to music better.
This song got started when another rapper first asked me to collaborate with him. He sent me a beat, but I tend to want to focus on original music from our community so I asked Joerxworx if he wanted to work on a beat with only horns in a New Orleans marching funeral band style. Joerxworx agreed and provided me with massive horns to work with! The other rapper was no longer interested by now in working with me so I asked Jon Lock if he wanted to join in and fortunately he agreed, cause I love his funky soulful vocal stylings! Russell did an amazing job mixing and mastering my sloppy drums and the rest of the track to perfection. I was also very fortunate that Wou-Wou & the Wormling was willing to collaborate on art work for this track, fully completing the spirit of community collaboration!
Everyone in our SoundCloud community rocks, don’t you think?!?!
Joerxworx: Alto, Tenor & Bass Sax, Trumpet, Trombone, Tuba
https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx
Jon Lock: Lyrics and Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5
Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals and Production and Art
Russell Sinfield: Mixing and Mastering
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Coloring on original illustrative art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
Lyrics:
More slay
Wack MCs are getting slashed
It ain’t easy being wack these days
Ya get gnashed
Lyrically grinded up
Like left overs you get trashed
I’m Hannibal lector on the mic
While your rhymes are just ruff and ashy I be like
It puts lotion on its rhymes or else it gets the hose again
Then you get skinned with the precision of my pen
Call me wolf and you play the hen
When your all cooped up and shut in by major trends
I’m feral
Escaped into the underground
Where all ill MCs and beat makers find their proving ground
I don’t want to rap
Without any scars
I don’t want to rap if can’t chop through the bars before
Going out like ronin for the culture that’s been stolen
Bandit pillaging MCs take heed
To the master lyricism swordsmen
Oh
I’ll make your heart go faint
Think your resistant until you aint
Close your eyes, move your feet
Here comes the rapture
I am your man
Close your mouth and drop your plan
There’s no need to fake it
Big daddy’s gonna make ya
Dance, twist and shout
Pull up those pants and take you out
poetry and word play
Take you to the dance floor
Place my hand on the small of your back
I give you a joke and take a smack
Sit your ass down and eat your snack
Marvel at the verbal fancy footwork
We came to train to take back the reign from the wack
We came to hone our skills on a ill horn track
We came to bring the reals and show the people what they lack
All wack MCs you best watch your backs
We bring the rhymes
And we bring the beats
And we bring good times
Cause we bring the heat
And we bring the noise
Yea we bring the noise
Lets all make some noise
Lets all make some noise
Come on
Make, make some noise
Let’s all
Make, make some noise
Everybody
Make some noise
Make some noise
