Musical Taste update - Grime

Man since leaving london there is only one thing I haven't been able to leave behind. Strangely enough that is the underground music scene, also known as Grime. For those who don't know what it is, it's a UK version of Rap/Hip-Hop, but with faster lyrics and grimier beats (hence the name). Most people would know the names of NDubz, Skepta and Whiley, the leaders of this type of music, however they are too commercial and sugar coated for my taste. So I will outline some artists I have to rate at the moment, some you may and may not know along with suggested listening.

My first choice is Ghetts, popular with the poverished in London as it is something they can relate too. His lines are a gutter poetry, a clever mixture of wordplay, realism and fantastic collaborations. His albulm Calm before the storm is a good place to start as some of these tunes have been in the charts such as Skadoosh and Artillery.

My next choice is what I would consider as one of the next big things. A North London boy,called Darkz, anyone who listens to Radio 1 Extra would have heard him and some of the following artists On 'Fire In the Booth'. His lines are an interesting wordplay and his flow is slightly easier on the ear than Ghetts but musically his equal. He is also a great producer! I would suggest listening to Shut up and He can't love you.

Another unknown star is Ragz Orginale. With a new albulm on the way, released in October called Re-Invention is about precisely that (yes with a feature from yours truely), he is an artist that uses dark humour to convey life in London as a youth. He is also a great dresser, reinventing fashion as well as the music scene. Suggested listening would have to be Episode (from the albulm) and Wordplay versus ragz orginale.

Now moving on to some one you may know, Plan B, actor and MC. He has starred in films alongside Noel Clark and Micheal Caine. His Albulm, the defamation of Strickland Banks is a concept albulm about a young man who is wrongly accused of Rape and his musical journey throughout. Its a mixture of Grime and Soul, pushing the boundries furthur, his next albulm is a reggae style one, so in short a very versatile performer. I would suggest you listen to Charmaine, Paint it blacker and Set me free.

A Hidden gem, is Dazzle, lesser known than Ragz and Darkz but still worth a listen, another North London lad, but looking to move up in the industry by mixing genres like Plan B, so high hopes for this one. Suggested listening would be Tired and Fire in the booth.

I love a deep underground producer called Uncle Mix, who founded Wordplay studios back in 1993. Just listen to any of the Wordplay versus stuff to hear his productions.

So go away and a listen and report back what you think.

Message - Poem EXPLICIT!!!!!

Darling you think you’re a big man
Trying to convey your feelings through grime
You aint nothing but scum
Fucksake you got an absyss on your bum,
Your back is sick, why did u even take your top off in the first place
Your man boobs make my tits look small
Hell you got hair on your nipples longer than my head hair
Ginger pubes, small dick and wonky teeth
Dunno what I saw in you in the first place
When Im on my own I feel more safe
You tell me you can see clearly
But you cant even speak properly
We were oppersites, you a cheat me faithful
A big mistake on my part
Your sex was so wack,
Your best mates would have had me on my back
Even when you were smoking crack
But I was a good girl which made me a greater fool
Now you made me bad, and ur getting mad
Say bitch this and slag that
I just have to say prick I aint ever going back,
Back to you, back to the poverty, back to STDs
Just one look at your cock made me refuse to get on my knees
I made myself so much wetter,
Now u say you found somebody better
Who gives a fuck shes blonde and 5 foot 3
She aint nothing compared to me
And now im free
Free to do as I please
Without a man to stalk me and keep
Checking my phone, making sure I weren’t fucking no1 when u weren’t at home
First thing I did when I left was go to the clinic
To clean you off of me,
At least on the NHS that’s free
Your dick was so slack no wonder I turnt to black
Im going somewhere and u aint
I shoulda sent you to pen
Just so I knew you were gonna get raped everyday
But Im too nice and covered in ice
Your cold and alone
So think next time you try to bell my phone
Otherwise you’ll hear how he makes me really moan
Yes so text G, Kev, Sean, Rock, Martin, darrall, Pay and Rude my number
That way I can show them what you did and so there can
Remind you how good I am in bed
And how tight my pussy is
Then you’ll think back to the time
You said u would never hit me again
Now go and do me and the world a favour
Slit your wrists arsehole you aint man enough
To do even that are you?
No your not so go cry like an ickle bittle baby
Goodbye mwa x

Comeback/reinvention

Comeback/ reinvention

This is the reinvention
Slipping seamlessly from one form to another
Like a cigarette getting smoked down to letters
Changing grime to something
That will be tattooed on your brain
We are going to blow your mind with our mouths
Jazzle will do it sexually
Ragz will do it verbally
Making your head spin
And get you high like your on cheese
This is not just a reinvention
It’s a reincarnation,
A revolution of self control
What this was before is not what it is now
Its evolved
But underneath it all,
It’s the same,
Its just an upgrade
This is Ragz Originales Reinvention
An evolution of grime,
The essence is the same but the contents has
Changed and Its here to blow your mind
This is the reinvention….

Money - Evils and temptations

If she had a grand for every time he beat her
She would be a millionaire
Instead she is broke and broken
She has no more integrity so she thinks to
Please him to earn money she has to sell herself

If he had a grand for every line
He would be a millionaire
Instead he’s broke, spitting broken bars
No more drive so he stand on the Camden high road
Waiting for someone to come up to him asking for an eighths.

She’s slumpt against the toilet door
Trying to get her fix before she goes to work
She only started snorting coke coz it was cool
Now no one wants to sign her, coz her face aint the same

He’s running, shanked man for his oyster
Wearing dark clothes, hiding the blood.
Not wanting to go to prison, but needing to get to the studio
He doesn’t realise he was caught slipping on CCTV

She wakes up, in the middle of a bed
Silk sheets, an empty bottle of champagne clutched between her tits
Her head pounding like she was last night - hardcore
She sees a grand on the bedside table with a thank you note

He buys her pussy
Buying it, coz it’s the only
Way he knows women sleep willingly with him
Its his addiction,
Fuelled by the PIMP called money

She dresses like she is rolling in it
look at her bank acoount its overdrawn
brassed, to fuel an addiction for Gucci
She is a slave to fashion and money

Jazzle and Ragz try to
Earn it without it corrupting their minds
Trying to avoid being seduced into the high life
They gotta keep it real, or forget their roots

Cant live without it
Constantly needing it
Spitting and writing to make it
This is the reinvention



I want I want I want
that’s the chant a mother hears
From her kid when shes in Brent cross
The kid don’t realise Daddy sells mommy
Just so they can eat

The teenage son lifts anything
That aint pinned down
Just so he can compete with his mandem
On who has the best phone

She slips her hand deftly in to the strangers bag
The wallet poking out, begging to be picked
She does it to fuel her drug habit
Started by her career



Jazzle, turns down the glamour modelling offer
2 grand to get her kit off seems tempting but
She refuses coz she is rich in integrity
Ragz, turns down a clash,
Publicity to increase record sales,
He refuses coz hating only make you poorer.
This is the reinvention.


Evils of Money / Comeback

Money is societies dirtz
The ways of getting it are just as bad
There aint no honest way when your 19
And livin in LDN, where the endz u rep
Determines what you do to get P
Central peeps use sex,
South use weaps
North use drugs,
East true gangster thugs
West use robbery
In London this is just our commodity
Some of us try to make our living in an honest way
Like trying to break into the music scene
Or even flaunting what we got for magazines
But we are trying but the demand for the next big ting is what turns us
So as we sit in our yards, ways of making money come to mind
Prostitution, benefit fraud, A/Cs, shotting weed,
Robbing yards, shotting da PS3 and TV
All to pay for the new Ipod, or freshest crepes
Champagne, silk sheets or VIP tables for top clubs
Females selling their bodies to get dough
Men using the wifeys to do the drug running
Fathers telling sons to rob banks instead of hitting the bitch
Just coz she wont pick up the draw at 4
Mothers telling daughters to put more clothes on
Not knowing its all gonna come off just so she can get a pack of fags
Brothers and sisters getting stabbed and shanked
For their phones and oyster cards.
Some of us like Ragz and Jazzle
Aim for the stars from the gutter
Constantly graftin making sure they aint stereotyped
Just coz their age and professions
Its time for a revolution and
This is the reinvention….



What would you do to get a million quid?
Sleep with somebody famous and file a paternity suit
Rob a bank
Sell your soul trying to sell drugs
Marry someone old enough to be your grandparent
Take part in an A/C
This is what most kids would do living
In London and broke.
All committing crime just to
Wear designer clothes and have the latest gadgets
Whilst fuelling a wild party lifestyle,
Sex weed and booze
EMA spent on JD and fags
But people like Jazzle and Ragz
Try to earn a living in the honest way
Whilst trying to get off benefits
And on to the road of fame.
But that leads to even more temptation
Having to buy the finest bling
And having to avoid getting into debt
Coz everyone is doing coke and that’s a
Grand a gram, The temptation to car jack
Grows when your passing a rolls Royce phantom
Looking at the cash machine in horror when you see ,
Your balance in over draft, even if it is 49 p
Your flashing back to when you had over 5 grand in your account
Just last week, your mind reels when you price up
Your over excited shopping spree,
A grand and a half on upgrading your man,
A weekend away to see your nan and go clubbing - £400
£600 in Ann Summers
2 grand on refurbishing the flat in Ikea
£500 on going on dates.
You don’t realise how quick it goes
And when your broke sitting in a cold yard
You think damn if I only spent that money wiser
Then you think Money is evil and as you start a fresh week
Graftin, you feel this is the reinvention.

Social Comment - The youth today

Lets look at the youth of today. Thier culture surrounds life on the streets, Jeremy Kyle and the degradation of women. Yes I am talking about a majority and excuse me if you are one of the minority of the youth of today in London. The majority wear Jogging bottoms that hang below the buttocks, hoodies and new era caps, the females wear clothes that would only seem fit in a gym or a strip club. What is fashionable in the catwalk gets so distorted to the rags that they adorn our streets with. It disgusts me how the fashoin of today has slipped so poorly since the seventies. A woman should look like a lady not a prostitute on her day off and the men should look respectable not like thugs. I tried a social experiment of my own, taking one of these males. Binning his former attire and I went shopping. Swapping the dark clothes for bright and cheerful colours, and swapping jogging bottoms for jeans. This worked amazingly and forced him to raise in his social standing amoungst his friends. My only downfall was his attitude. So disrespectful and demeaning. The music he listens to is partly to blame, it is labeled as Grime. This music is like a more street and underground version of Rap. The language is foul and makes Vickey Pollard look well mannered and respectable. It is all about violence and insinuating that women are sexual objects that have no feelings and are mens play things. So naturally sex with one of these men is not pleasant and very selfish, its just straight out doggy style with hair pulling and spanking, the post sex is just as awful, its finishing his duty on the females face/breast or arse. Then just leaving her to clean up. No romance or respect, just the gorging of his self centered lust. These men are violent too, as if that wasn't hard to guess. The rise of domestic violence in young couples is on the rise along with teenage pregnancies. This violence shockingly is very animalistic, not content with slaps or punches, they extend it to using whatever is at hand, whether its a remote, knife and even just boiled water. They do this pertly so the woman is their 'bitch', and so they can feel masculine. This is appalling the way they think and the use of Marajuana is extensive. This causes them to be paraniod and heavily dependant, as it is the only drug they can afford and won't destroy them as much as other drugs like crack and cocaine. I hope that this is just a phase that young people go through and not a prediction of what the world will be like in 10 years time. I am appalled at the state of the world today and hope that there are some women out there who are young, feminists and willing to change the world today.