Poetry

Showing posts with label Rap. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rap. Show all posts

Wednesday 30 November 2022

Translating Rap 1

 Bust a cap in sb's ass = shoot someone in the bottom

Arapaho = used to be a native American tribe = now means a rapper's girlfriend 

Getting jiggy with it = getting sexually aroused by someone or really enjoying Irish dancing

See Will Smith for further details

Monday 15 June 2020

Bittern boom, Heron Ham - Rap Battle, Poetry Slam

Bittern:

You might think I’m a shy guy
Because I hide in the reeds
In the day or night
But I know what I like
You wanna pick on me,
You wanna a fight
I better warn ya this bittern bites
Yeah I’m Bittern, I’m not a kitten
I’m a Bittern, Bittern... Boom!

So I face the Heron in the ring
He throws his left,
But I clip his wing
He tries his right hook
But I see him swing
I undercut cut his beak
Look I do my thing
I’m Bittern, I ‘m not a kitten
I’m bad ass, reed lovin’ Bittern Boom

Yeah you better make room
For the Bittern, Boom!
i'm outta here!

Heron: I’m a Heron
I’m no Charlize Theron
I’m the meanest damn bird on
The levels – boast
I walk on stilt legs
I’m gonna step on you
Get out my way unless you’re a mouse or a shrew
Otherwise I’ll put my spear on you
Can you hear me true?
I’m in the Heron crew

I’m the ghost on the post
I’m a loner
But you know I like to boast
I’m a home owner
I’m king of the swamps
And I’ll own you too
I’ve got a nest you can’t guess
Where I’ve hidden it to

Bittern: Now I’m the king of where I walk
Go sleep on the wing or talk to a stork
I’m the sort bird who will be a good sport
But when I get in the ring then you’ll know you’ve been fought
I’m the Bittern, you be quittin, you be hittin’ the ground
Where I caught ya
Corked ya Heron, forked ya like Spearon
Keep your’re hair on you got your scare on
You ain’t never gonna take this dare on

Heron:Yo, yo, Yo! I’m the meanest wader in this pond
You think you’re a crusader, well I’m James Bond
I’m gonna aim yer, and maim yer like its your Swan Song
So go figure, I pull the trigger or my golden gun

I’m a shakespeare, I’m gonna walk to Meare
Gonna catch all the fishes on my beak here
What you say Bittern you don’t speak clear
You just Boom, Boom,Boom
All day long! Yeah I hear your Swan Song
Yeah I need to mute yer, Like on Bittern shoot 
I will reboot yer, shut you down, out of town
I’m on the Hunt, in pursuit of yer
You better run and hide with newts clear?

Bittern:
Yeah you're Shakespeare, well I’m Newton,
I’m in my gravity suit hear
I'm in space near, you're a disgrace hear
Like a matchstick, I'm gonna light you up
You won't have no time, to move place here
Because there's no room
When you hear my Bittern BOOM!