The Acoustic Fairytale (Rap at Arch1)

Описание: So I recently decided to try my hand at rapping. This is one of the fruits of my labour, fresh off the tree that was my first public performance.

This one is about a band I'm in at uni, how I feel about music, and dental health.

The beat is Charnsuka, from the album Special Herbs by the legendary MF DOOM. Felt like blasphemy rapping over one of his beats but it is well too sick.

LYRICS:
I'll take you on an Acoustic Fairytale
The music's rarely stale
Varied tales through tunes swinging harder than tabby tails
Enchantment like a Siren's wails
Can't can't move unless you chain yourself to the sails

"What's he talking about? How odd is he?"
Stop judging and relax, sit back
Listen to Mandeep's Odyssey
3 singers singing in-key harmonies
This Singh is rapping to a beat that's sweeter than aspartame

Music's a part of me. A part of us. An art to be
lived and died for.
Live in pride of what humanity can achieve
Beethoven's Symphonies, Sarah Vaughn's vocalese
How can you not be left in awe by these?

Shit...
Just thinking 'bout it leaves me speechless
Sounds sappy.
It's the truth, so listen to me as I speak this.

Keep it beatless for the next bar.
Jeepers creepers, grim reaper's pullin' up in a car.
Par.
Send him back hastily cos Hades is far.
I don't need him here.
I'm already killing this part.
Clutching at straws for a theme for that verse
Still didn't stop me from sending it upstream in a hearse

For
Hours and hours you can see we rehearse
For hours we scour the internet for songs we can learn
It's a labour of love. Child birth.
Neonatally sung musical first words.
Fly as a birds turds.

Proof is in the pudding
With the passion that we put in,
Best believe that it's a creme brulee that we got cookin' away
Cook in a way that the flame stays wit' ya
Game over. Nothing to win
It's like a stalemate hit ya

No need for fame or fortune, name or Graham Norton
Paid or not, we play a lot.
The crowd? We never bore them.
But crowd pleasers? I abhor them.
Please yourself and then proceed to please the audience.

Perform to be adored? You're clapped and I don't mean applause
Gifted like Santa Claus? Don't care cos you're against the cause
To me, music is self expression, confessionary.
Got sweet teeth for my melody based confectionary.

Pullin' healthy teeth out. Deceive tooth fairy.
Increase income, ruin gums.
Wealthy, but you sounding scary.
Slowly losing the mouth you speak with
Beyond the dentists' hands
I got mine. Imma defend it.

Brush rinse and floss. Bragging like I'm Rick Ross.
When I spit what you get is fresher than mouthwash.
Mind so sharp that it marks my words
Slicing stereocilia when they be heard

Drowning in sound.
Downed a pitcher of pitch.
Sipping shots fired by this sure footed brown lyricist.

...Now finish this.