The Birth of Mud Sun - Mud Sun

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 shit?

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 skill

Like Edgar Allen Poe

Or any other kind of philosopher

That you can talk about

Rappers step up to the mic

And shit, I knock 'em out

Like I was, like I was, uh

Cassius Play

Um, Cassius Clay I mean

Like um, back in the day

Back in the day

Fuck Cassius 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 death 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 killed 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