2.02.2006
Dave, Fist of Odin
I gather with my posee backstage. "So - J-ro, no problem. We sat his ass down, feel me? But this Crystal G - he's pretty fly. So here's my plan..."
I take ten minutes and give my crew the beat I'm looking for. Then I cast Prayer. Taking a risk here - we'll need it.
Then I go onstage. In one hand I've got my mace, in the other my shield. I start banging them together, getting a simple beat going tap-tap-tap-tap-tap...
When a big guy wearing full plate gets on stage, banging a mace against a shield, it gets people's attention. My crew comes out, stands around, looking intent. They're ready.
What beat am I banging out? Motherfuckin' IRON MAN - on cue, my boyz moan out that first guitar bit that pulls you in.
"I AM DAVE, FIST OF ODIN!"
My crew starts doing the beat - and I'm beat-boxin my ASS off, doing all the guitar bits. It's kind of a pastiche from the song, pulling stuff from the intro, the guitar solo in the middle, and then finishing with the fast bit at the end. My crew keeps the beat, grounding me, not letting me take it too far.
How about a BR for skilz check? Motherfuckin' NATURAL TWENTY. I'm going to go ahead and say that the crowd is freakin'.
So right after the guitary bit (na-na-na, nanana, na-na-na, na na na na na na...), with no transition at all:
You nothin' but a fool steppin up on me
'Cuz I'm the one-and-only Fist of Odin D-A-V-E
And we battlin' J-Ro and the Crystal G,
but,
"How you get so funky?" What you say to me!
Now I come from the streets that're cold and mean
Where my delectorious rhyme skilz came to me in a dream
Now I ain't no local strokal or made of crystal that's - damn! - green
and,
"How'd you get so funky?" What you say to me!
(My crew starts the crowd off, but with that Iron Man intro and my fly rhyme skilz, they'll pick it up)
(How'd you get so funky?)
Awwww-yeah!
(How'd you get so funky?)
Hah-heh! Ha-heh, heh!
(How'd you get so funky?)
Look how fresh we be!
(How'd you get so funky?)
Straight up funky, see!
The crowd keeps going, "how'd you get so funky?" beat-beat-beat, "How'd you get so funky?" etc.
Respec my authority!
I take responsibility!
I'm the Fist of Odin
Spelled D-A-V-E!
And who's that I see?
J-R-O-M-E
You ain't no-one's homie
You just a fuckin' sleeze
You got shit on your knees
Crawl back to yo' mommie
And hey there Crystal G
You can't touch this, see!
I'm who I wanna be
I got genuinity
And lots of clarity
It's in the beats, you see
I blame my posee
To get you movin' bodies
The rhymes like climbin' trees
They like a swarm of bees
Elbows butts and knees
You shake 'em all funky
And you say "mo' please"
'Cuz I cure the disease
Until the break of dawn
Until the break of dawn
Until the bread of dawn
Until the break of dawn
.
.
.
Peace out!
My crew keeps the beat, and one by one they file off the stage, until only one rapper is left, laying down the thinnest, purest of beats. He looks around, shrugs, and . . . .
Next?
I take ten minutes and give my crew the beat I'm looking for. Then I cast Prayer. Taking a risk here - we'll need it.
Then I go onstage. In one hand I've got my mace, in the other my shield. I start banging them together, getting a simple beat going tap-tap-tap-tap-tap...
When a big guy wearing full plate gets on stage, banging a mace against a shield, it gets people's attention. My crew comes out, stands around, looking intent. They're ready.
What beat am I banging out? Motherfuckin' IRON MAN - on cue, my boyz moan out that first guitar bit that pulls you in.
"I AM DAVE, FIST OF ODIN!"
My crew starts doing the beat - and I'm beat-boxin my ASS off, doing all the guitar bits. It's kind of a pastiche from the song, pulling stuff from the intro, the guitar solo in the middle, and then finishing with the fast bit at the end. My crew keeps the beat, grounding me, not letting me take it too far.
How about a BR for skilz check? Motherfuckin' NATURAL TWENTY. I'm going to go ahead and say that the crowd is freakin'.
So right after the guitary bit (na-na-na, nanana, na-na-na, na na na na na na...), with no transition at all:
You nothin' but a fool steppin up on me
'Cuz I'm the one-and-only Fist of Odin D-A-V-E
And we battlin' J-Ro and the Crystal G,
but,
"How you get so funky?" What you say to me!
Now I come from the streets that're cold and mean
Where my delectorious rhyme skilz came to me in a dream
Now I ain't no local strokal or made of crystal that's - damn! - green
and,
"How'd you get so funky?" What you say to me!
(My crew starts the crowd off, but with that Iron Man intro and my fly rhyme skilz, they'll pick it up)
(How'd you get so funky?)
Awwww-yeah!
(How'd you get so funky?)
Hah-heh! Ha-heh, heh!
(How'd you get so funky?)
Look how fresh we be!
(How'd you get so funky?)
Straight up funky, see!
The crowd keeps going, "how'd you get so funky?" beat-beat-beat, "How'd you get so funky?" etc.
Respec my authority!
I take responsibility!
I'm the Fist of Odin
Spelled D-A-V-E!
And who's that I see?
J-R-O-M-E
You ain't no-one's homie
You just a fuckin' sleeze
You got shit on your knees
Crawl back to yo' mommie
And hey there Crystal G
You can't touch this, see!
I'm who I wanna be
I got genuinity
And lots of clarity
It's in the beats, you see
I blame my posee
To get you movin' bodies
The rhymes like climbin' trees
They like a swarm of bees
Elbows butts and knees
You shake 'em all funky
And you say "mo' please"
'Cuz I cure the disease
Until the break of dawn
Until the break of dawn
Until the bread of dawn
Until the break of dawn
.
.
.
Peace out!
My crew keeps the beat, and one by one they file off the stage, until only one rapper is left, laying down the thinnest, purest of beats. He looks around, shrugs, and . . . .
Next?
