NG's Talent Show!!!

Wazzzzzup!!! It's me again dawgs!!! Finally I'm writin' somethin'!! hahaha. Well, first of all I'm gonna give some kind of background, know what I'm sayin'? Cuz, everybody started sayin' wrong shit 'bout the last post so I'll better explain everythin' hahaha. Last Wednesday,  at my school there was a Talent Show! So, everybody thought it was a great opportunity for No Gravity to show the world his skills. And what skill am I talkin' 'bout? Well, beatbox!!! Yeah!! And for those who doesn't know what it is I can tell you that beatbox is the art of makin' beats and sounds with the mouth. I think you have seen it on the Internet if you haven't then look fo' videos on YouTube. Well, the thing is the show was spectacular, everybod y was shoutin' and I was very excited!!! Everythin' was perfect, you know!! So, now that you know,  here is a rap I wrote 'bout this thing, hope you like it! Take care, homies!!!

Beatboxin' through my life

Intro:

(Crowd noises…

A voice is heard

“Let’s welcome Allan Reyes”

“Thank you mister…

(Clear throats)

Let’s start with the basics…”)

 

Chorus:

I can hear some voices

But I ain’t crazy

It’s the crowd makin’ some noises

I’m standin’ in front

With a mic in my hand

Lookin’ right to y’all dawgs.

My life has changed

It won’t be the same

Cuz I’ve found a way

To get fame, fame , fame

It ain’t somethin’ bad, aiight?

I’m just

Bm Bm K t BB K t

Beatboxin’ through my life!

 

1^st verse:

Yo yo wazzup man?

Yes, I’m back! Oh NG’s back!

So everybody just pack

Your stuff and I’m no bluff

I’m gonna knock you off

Of your feet, can you hear?

B tttt K tttt B t B t B t K tttt

It’s somethin’ knew for you

And you will love it

I bet you’ll do

So just listen and let you be

Invaded by my powerful beat, see?

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You feelin’ the rhythm?

Then claps your hands and leave’em

Up in the air and dance with’em

I can see you move your body

Keep it up, come on everybody!

Your shouts are exciting me!

Raisin’ the adrenaline inside me!                    

I cannot stop!

And my mouth continues to go

Bm Bm shica Bm shica Bm

Bm shica Bm Bm shica Bm

So I’ll like to welcome you to my show!

 

Chorus

 

2^nd verse:

To much talk better shut up

Cuz this is art it’s not fucked up

Making beats it ain’t easy

Sometimes it makes me dizzy

And gets me all messy

However, I love doin’ this

I love the beats, the sounds and the basics

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Understand the concept of beatbox

It ain’t simple, like spaghetti and meatballs

But just try to listen to the beatbox

Blisten to the BeatBox B t Pf t B t Pf

And feel the beatbox cuz this is my beatbox

Wow! Didn’t know you could shout so loud

I can hear you screaming near my ear

Please stay here

I can continue till New Year’s Eve

You hear that? Someone’s comin’

It’s a robot and it’s beatboxin’

You listenin’?

The sounds and the scratches

No one matches my style, a fact is

Did you like Billie Jean?

Then you will love the next part

Cuz I’ll sing Stand by me!

 

Chorus

 

3^rd verse:

I have beatboxed and sung

And the shouts continue to go

They won’t stop, I know

Cuz people love my skill

Did you listen to everythin’?

I hope you did

But I know I gotta go

I don’t want to cuz

I love the way your shouts float

Through the air and fill all the fuckin’ place

At first, there were teachers, girls and boys

But now you’re all my dawgs!

And my body continues to move

My hands, my head all with the rappin’ groove

All I wanna do is please you

So I can hear once again: “Allan I love you!”

My friends are here, I see them all

There they are standin’ next to wall

My sister’s also here

Thank you, this is a kiss for you Mich

But now my times’s runnin’ off

And mister…wants me of

The stage, he’s turnin’ my mic off

Wait! Last thing I wanna say

Thank y’all for comin’ to my show today!

 

(Crowd noises…)

Wazzzzup niggaz!! This is a rap I wrote!! I hope you like it!! Take care dawgs!!!!

It wasn’t me

 

Intro:

You ever feel weird

That you’re someone else

You shouldn’t be

The more you think about it

The more you become IT

And then one day you wake up

Look in the mirror

And just say: hey wassup

Cuz it isn’t you, you look meaner

Don’t you?

Well, that happens to me too

Hey wait a minute!

What the fuck’s wrong with you!

Haha

 

1^st verse:

 Oh my God! I think I’m a monster

Am I red or what?

Damn I think I’m a lobster!

(No you don’t Allan)

Who the fuck is it?

Is it u papa?

Shit I think I’m goin’ crazy

You heard what I just heard?(Uh uh)

Then what the fuck baby?

Sometimes I feel like it’s not me

And the mirror talks back

Who can it be?

I try not to

But something inside me wants

To control too, moms

Please tell me I’m OK

(You’re OK darling)

Thanks that’s all I wanted you say

But hey then why am I writin’ this?

I dunno know, but I swear homies

It wasn’t me! It was NG!

Chorus:

Shit! Is it OK to say

That I’m not the same than yesterday

Well, it’s not my fault

I dunno what happened

I must be dope

But don’t be so mad

Try to understand

If I ever do something bad

Just remember

It wasn’t me! It was NG! 2x

 

2^nd verse:

Yo Allan! Thanks for the introduction

But you sound as if it was a deformation

(Yes it was!)

Don’t be so exaggerated

I think it was a transformation

A level 10 I rate it, haha

But hey you ruined it!

I was about to say my name

Now everybody knows it

Anyways fuck it! Listen to what I say

Cuz this will make your day

I know you’re a fuckin’ faggot

That’s why I’m here

You prefer the ballot

But my gun is always near

So don’t be afraid of me

Or any motherfuckin’ shit you hear

Just be who you must be

Cuz I’ll be always here

To beat anyone homie

(Oh my God I’mma cry)

You cryin’?

Oh shit! People don’t mind him

Better just stay with me

You do remember me, right?

Cuz it wasn’t him

It was No Gravity tonight!

 Chorus

3^rd verse:

You see what I was talkin’ about?

He’s invading me

I can’t get him out

Oh c’mon don’t be a sissy

You know you can’t live without meme

Haha you see? I’m always laughing

But also, you’re always grabbing

Your balls and walking

As if there wasn’t anyone else, talking

About shit and cursing all my friends

Haha I don’t do that, well maybe

But not always, besides I don’t wear Old Navy

Yeah, but at least my pants

Don’t mop the ground

Everytime you walk with the sweater

At your hands

That’s call style Allan!

That’s why chicks don’t like you

Brain isn’t all you need

I must remind you

Shut the fuck up NG!

People despite you

Cuz you’re always rude

Chicks don’t even like you

And they do like me

Cuz at least I know

How much is 3 times 3!

Haha I win!

(Hey Allan, who are you talkin’ to?

Nobody moms! I’m fine

Leave us alone, bitch!

Allan! Come here right now!

Go away! Ouch! Oh my God!

I’m bleeding! Oh I’m sorry moms!

I swear it wasn’t me! It was NG!)