Mud Sun - The Birth of Mud Sun lyrics

Mate I just wanted to say I thought what you did was wicked I'm Dizraeli I did the politician bit It's Baba isn't it? Chaucer as rap lyrics, that's good man, I like it Did you like my sh**? I'm glad you do, I like writing it Now listen, I know this cypher we can both go to If you fancy it A little slice of British life to show you We can go together, and show them what poets do You'll go down a treat with the rappers I know it, dude Cool man, I'm down to do it now I'm new in town And I definitely liked your poems that you did You threw it down And if that club is the place to go then cool Sign me up Cause, I got this new song that I just wrote And it's hyped up! All right cool, safe Oy, this is the night club All right bruv Do you mind if I bring my mate to the stage tonight? I've seen him play, yeah he's tight No, he's not from Brighton Uh, Vancouver I think Nice one, appreciate it Oy, you looking for a drink? I'm not much of a wine sipper Or a connesouer of fine liquor But a good pint of bitter makes a man a better rhyme spitter And, if you see a slight quiver in my hand, that's adrenaline When I'm holding the paper it gets my fingers shakin' a little bit Don't worry bro, I swear, I'll get 'em into it Now listen, all right... Okay, Ladies and Gentlemen All the way from Vancouver, Canada A new rapper for you Give a shout for Baba Hey, thanks, thanks, good to be here Um, here, this is my new poem, check it out It goes like this, all right My bedroom looks like a library or something I consume books like a dietary supplement I get my excitement from dead white men And turn my eyes to the east when I seek enlightenment Cause the Tao de Ching is a powerful truth And Lao Tzu allows me to put down roots So I don't freak out when I get mistreated It's the stoicism of Epictetus And the Bhagavad Gita taught me non-attachment And not to hesitate when it's time for action My mind is climaxing, but unsatisfied In battles I use Sun Tzu to strategize And pacify rappers with the Art of War And create utopia's like I'm Thomas Moore Or, if I'm facing an act of rebellion I'll take a chapter from The Prince and be Machiavellian I imagine rap as the Iliad and Odyssey It's philosophical narrative artistry The allegory of the cave is the story of the matrix The core stays the same while the form changes With correlations from Plato, to Francis Bacon Knowledge is the key to emancipation So I'm like Prospero in a hip-hop show I conjure with a flow that's impossible to match And I got some old philosophical raps I stole from an ivory tower about to collapse And then I thought perhaps it was just a mirage So I rebuilt it with hip-hop, which is Bricolage Damn, tough crowd All those chests thrust out I thought Brighton was "love town" So uh, what now? Bruv, put the mic down Listen, it's not... There's nothing wrong with what you did I reckon it's fat It's just the rap kids can't connect to that You know, lecture rap Why don't you loosen up a bit? Save the intellect for the libraries Try a freestyle, yeah? All right, check it Hinesy? Next on the mic please Nice one Freestyle hey? Yeah I can freestyle Um, Yo check it out That's right, that's right I might be slammin' the flow Even though I got mad sk** Like Edgar Allen Poe Or any other kind of philosopher That you can talk about Rappers step up to the mic And sh**, I knock 'em out Like I was, like I was, uh Ca**ius Play Um, Ca**ius Clay I mean Like um, back in the day Back in the day f** Ca**ius Clay You get blatantly slapped in the face I'm up here in a happenin' way Oy, it's Lukrativ Here to burn the new kid Give a shout out if you think his style's useless That's what I'm talking about though This is some real hiphop innit You get me? Oy, check it out Check it What? I'm ready to battle you dude? Oy, check it, check it It goes what I'm hot in the feature My street philosophy's deeper This prick looks like a frickin' geography teacher Um, yeah Okay, maybe that's what I look like But, look at your face man You don't look right Like you tried to cross the street And forgot to look right Oy, don't even bother Listen Listen bruv All your lines are bad Check it Even your friggin' pinstripes are wack Boy, check it You're fake as Spinal Tap It's the young Harold from Neighbors trying to rap Testing the kid with his head full of raw stuff I'mma step to the forefront Start addressing the audience He reckons he's the resurrection of Geoffrey Chaucer Listen You just witnessed the d**h of the author You blatantly got served man! I don't even like battling man Give it up for Lucrative He won everybody, yeah Aw Mate Don't worry, listen I think you k**ed it Blatantly Come on, we're gonna do some wicked collaborations You wait and see It'll be good man We're a team It's cool