SUBMIT LYRICS
Top 100
Album releases
artists
Community
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Correction Lyrics
My 1st Show
by
Lowkey
Back
Lyrics
My first show? Boy I mean, yeah, every rapper remembers his first show I mean, every artist, full stop, no lie That's su'in you never forget And me, myself, it was like I suppose it was slightly different era to some of the up and coming cats now You know, but, there's a lot of different experiences man can talk about, still man There's so much I remember Yeah, okay The first time I stepped on stage, I remember that like it was yesterday I was just another rapper, thinking I'd never drop Till my bredrin told me about this record shop It wasn't just somewhere to get clothes and buy CDs You could spit the flows you write at the open mic weekly I wanted to go, even though I'd been delayin' I finally checked it out to see what this ting was sayin' The first thing I noticed, the place was damn small On the mic, you gotta look in their face and stand tall On the reals, back then no one forced me to spit I heard all the other rappers and I thought they was sh*t Then the host came round and asked me (What, bruv, you wanna spit?) I said, yes and he put my name down He said (Lowkey, yeah, someone else uses that name too) And it just so happened that the other dude came through I spat some old verses and killed those beats But the host said, "The other guy's the real Lowkey" I said, "f**k that, come we battle for the name then I play to win, I never came here to make friends It's nu'in personal, I had to take your shine I verbally merked you, now your name is mine" After that day, somehow my name got round What was the host's name? Oh, 'is name was Doc Brown I started off as a fan of parties and other jams In London, the younger brother of Varma G was the man Used to stand with a dictaphone counting the tapes we got From the jam called The Apricot Blud, it was late 90s, and kind of a great time, see If you was rappin' whack, you'd never escape lightly Crowd'd all be hecklin' bredders who couldn't cut it And clashers would spark quick if ever you tried to chuck it The vibe was aggressive, I'm guessing, and yes there was less chicks But, in terms of war shows, that made for the best sh*t For me it was a wonder on the ground of the under Where no one pulled their punches, not the rappers or the punters That's how it was in [?] And Nextjam in Camden Town was known for bringin' all the mandem down I'm in the ground, spittin' under my breath, just waitin' Nervous sh*t, intimidatin' is a understatement They're havin' clashes, my bredrin threw my name in Blud, I've never done this before, I'm gonna be bait "Can Doc Brown come to the stage?", the host's callin' Somehow I won two rounds with no stallin' I think it was the quarters, or semifinal battle But sure enough, I got torn up by Sway DaSafo Still lookin' back it made me stronger and more on point with this It made my flow improve and made my poetry poisonous It's crazy, you know, when you think about it The start of, like, being in a battle startin' off your performin' days Under that kinda intense, uh, pressure D'you know what I mean, like, it was scary, you know But, it makes you the artist you become, you know It gives you balls, it gives you, uh, just a little bit more knowledge of what to expect from crowds How to win people over, d'you know what I'm sayin' For me a lot of people say, "Yeah man, aight You're good at just interactin' with the crowd and And really winnin' people's hearts and minds" You know, and, that's what I try and do every time I step on stage now
music video
Your name will be published. Leave fields blanks to remain anonymous.
Submit
Modal title
×
Insert media
Video URL?
(YouTube, Vimeo, Instagram, DailyMotion, Soundcloud)
×
Remember me
Lost password
Sign in
Register