Rap Lyrical

It was suggested on twitter this week that maybe I might like to share the lyrics I wrote / re-wrote for my entry to the Marie Forleo B-School scholarship competition.

If you saw my last post you will know I made a 90 second video of myself rapping a Wu Tang Clan classic in the hope it might win me a highly coveted spot on B-School.

It was totally out of comfort zone.

I can’t say I have ever rapped before.

And it was pretty darn scary to put it out there onto the internet.

Still, sometimes you just have to try. And I am always willing to try my best.

Sooo… due to popular demand here are the lyrics I am rapping in my video.

I grew up on the Brit side, London Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At seconds hands I took crap from the man
So then I moved to the Midlands
A young youth, yo rockin the blog hoot, astute
Only way I start off to make loot
I start writing for websites hoping that I might
Make a life turn away from strife
Running a business, my dream, work like a fiend
Started hustling when I was sixteen
I know it’s my great fate, to aim high for big stakes
Making my way on great escapes
No question I want travel for kicks and peace
The combination fulfils my needs
No question I have discourse, my passion is the source
Teaching my blog course with great force
My life will be better, I’m no regretter
Me and my bloggers we are jetsetters
Figured out I’m on the right route
So now I need a sweet ass mentor to go all out
Marie Forleo from across seas
Rollin every week with MarieTV
Yo now I want to learn more, make my soul soar
Get a business and life I love y’all

For clarity’s sake I am going to include the original lyrics from the Wu Tang Clan song. It was only after reading the actual lyrics that I realised just how poetic these guys are. Their lyrics are brilliant! As you’ll see below, I used quite a few of their rhymes to fit with my lyrics and I kept the second line. I think it’s a really great song and if all else fails I am so glad for the experience of getting creative with this. 

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had secondhands, Mom’s bounced on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, rocking the gold tooth, ‘Lo goose
Only way I begin to G off was drug loot
And let’s start it like this son, rolling with this one and that one
Pulling out Gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smoking woolies at 16
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn ‘Lo sweater
Times is rough and tough like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick-ass clique and went all out
Catching keys from across seas
Rolling in MPV’s every week we made forty G’s
Yo nigga respect mine or anger the TEC-9
Ch-chick-POW, move from the gate now

So yeah, my version is less about the streets, drug dealing and getting out of the ghetto. But the sentiment is roughly the same, I’m hoping to improve my life through finding a business and life that I love. And that is the point of B-School.

And a super massive huge thank you to everyone who has spared 90 seconds to watch my video, left encouraging comments and been all-round supportive. You’re the best! Thank you.

And now you can sing along if you want. Maybe. Erm….

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2 Comments

  1. 20 February 2014 / 11:32 pm

    Wow that is impressive! Great beats and rhymes homie.
    Will you now be known as The Eliz Whiz? 😉

  2. 21 February 2014 / 12:36 am

    Love your braveness! Good Luck… Bschool is amazing… hope to see you in there!

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