Foreword: - I'm not a cannibal! Nor do I have any cannibalistic thoughts! These lyrics are satirical to a lot of bad things in society. And I just want to give people a little push to realise somethings.
If you want to get the feeling of this piece, listen to "Zzzonked" - By Enter Shikari
Link here - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTLmO8ynyAc
Early concept art of "The Joker" from the Batman graphic novels.
"When the chips are down, these... these civilized people. They'll eat each other. See. I'm not a monster. I'm just ahead of the curve."
Picture from - http://www.uniquedaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/early-joker-concept.jpgRap Lyrics inspired by recent events, Batman's - "Joker" and the band "Enter Shikari's" Album - "Common Dreads."
HEY YOU!
Want to go out?
Grind our teeth and jump about?
Walk our little legs around the nation,
Controlling the people with our medication.
GATES!
I want to get through now...
My eyes have caught on to a large cow!
I want it! I want it! I'm just a tad hungry...
So I'll let it suffer for my little mongering.
HATE!
It's you Judas,
You're milk-tank's running off your blatant crudeness.
Beef, beef, you're made of lovely beef,
I'll savour your taste through my pointed teeth.
WAIT!
I hear something big!
Or is that just a tiering pig?
Oh wait! It's a politician...
I'm gonna eat him for ignoring my petition.
MATE!?
I don't know what I'm doing here?
I thought we were just being treated to a beer.
Isn't that what we call "socially acceptable?"
Killing our brain-cells, with a pint of Incredible.
FATE!?
Do we have it or we lost?
Stuffing our heads with mindless goss?
Oh wait, movies are more important,
The screen tells me what to do, and gets me all sorted.
KATE!?
Are you listening to me?
You're my woman, and I'm your husband to be.
I don't give a shit, because we're going back in time,
Right back when we used to live off grime.
I STATE!
You've got a case of diarrhea,
Trying to fulfill everyone's criteria.
And just when you thought you've earned your victory,
Your stomach explodes with a case of dysentery.
BAIT!
Come 'ere little puppy,
I want to escort you out before it gets bloody.
NOM NOM NOM, they're eating our brains,
Behind a screen, that cannot be stained.
LATE!
Oh shit, I got no time,
Gonna have to cook you half sublime.
I'll heat you up, about medium rare,
And I'll eat you in a hurry, which will cause quite a scare.
MY PLATE!?
It's gone now, smashed to pieces,
I'm going ahead and blame Jesus.
He's supposed to look after me,
But I guess this is what I want you to see...
It's the easy way out!
I'm gonna throw fists about!
I'll shout up a crowd!
Who have their heads in the cloud!
I'll kick and scream!
I'll spread my disease!
I'll shoot my lazer beams!
UNTIL YOUR LIVES ARE CLEAN!
"I'm absolutely Zzzonked!"
Picture from - http://blog.comicwonder.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/zombie.jpg- Lyrics composed by Symon Taylor.
Niiiice, I quite like it :)
ReplyDeleteA good concept and message as with all your pieces, and the humorous elements and references brightened it up a but too.
Honestly, I don't think it would be that great as an actual rap, but as a piece of writing it was pretty good.
Except for this:
"You've got a case of diarrhea,
Trying to fulfill everyone's criteria.
And just when you thought you've earned your victory,
Your stomach explodes with a case of dysentery."
That was friggin smooth.
Keep up the good work Nathaniel :)
Instantly I thought of this - from Jonathan Swift way back in 1729!
ReplyDeleteA Modest Proposal
For Preventing The Children of Poor People in Ireland
From Being Aburden to Their Parents or Country, and
For Making Them Beneficial to The Public
To quote a little:
"A child will make two dishes at an entertainment for friends; and when the family dines alone, the fore or hind quarter will make a reasonable dish, and seasoned with a little pepper or salt will be very good boiled on the fourth day, especially in winter.
I have reckoned upon a medium that a child just born will weigh 12 pounds, and in a solar year, if tolerably nursed, increaseth to 28 pounds.
I grant this food will be somewhat dear, and therefore very proper for landlords, who, as they have already devoured most of the parents, seem to have the best title to the children."
And in your rap lyrics, I liked the power of:
"Killing our brain-cells, with a pint of Incredible."