My original song choice for my final project was a track called so high, this track for me represented the lifestyle I wanted to portray to my audience and allowed me to plan out specific locations that would match the lyrics of the song. After writing and perfecting the lyrics I decided to get it recorded in the Bradford College music studio. Once mixed, the tune sounded good enough to stop focusing on the music element and more on the production side of the project. I soon realised that I hit a wall whilst planning my location as the lyrics in the song didn’t really represent my city furthermore there was no link to my roots.
Whilst trying to link my lyrics and location I quickly came to the realization that if I wanted to represent my hometown I needed something more relevant and close to home and the only way to do this was to change the song. The new song that I chose fell under the baseline genre of rap as baseline is the most famous genre in Bradford. The biggest rapping artists from this city do baseline rap and I really wanted to connect with my target audience through this genre as it is the most relevant and understood form of music were I am from.
Shits dirty ur bitch moves flirty
I’m certy I’ll be till 30
I don’t normally get this sturdy
The nights early the gyal look thirsty
See they know I got the money I’ma handsome man
She wanna come dance got a hand of grands
No slags seeI ain’t tryina shag the crank
I’m tryina make it low-key got a master plan
my g it’s my from the tv
I was repping up Leeds to the bd
Yeh a boys bait but u never cud see me
Just leave me why u gotta need me
If I got a boy then know I won’t neglect him
I can’t lie my imaan needs perfecting
Boy went sleep on the deck when I decked him
If he admits I’ma g I’ll respect him
I don’t give a fuck who I’m facing next
Fearless cunt bring the hardest next
Little simp boy when u fake a text
Ur ugly ass birds gotta pay for sex
Cos ur an ugly ass cunt wi no paper check
I’ma rich mothafucker but I hate to flex
Yeh a kids payed so I say wi chest
That ur all fucking broke and I’d take ur heads
I’ma mothafucking grafter
Bfd gangsta do it for the banta
Saleem paracha bro I been actor
Ur just a prancer bird and I banged her
Well known wanker
Gotta put the work in phone line twerking
U don’t wanna know what she’d do for a Berkin
It’s amazing the whip that I’m skurting
It ain’t worth it night time lurking
I’ma bfd boy who managed to make it
Thought u were sis u managed to fake it
When I’m out in the bits I bang him and take it
If I ask for a scrap no body escapes it
Nobody escapes with a loud mouth
Right hand then I follow with a round house
I want a fit bird and a large house
When the beef kicks off man I’m back round
I’m used to the beef that’s knifer or gunner
Sister in law that’s Hannah and Huma
Ride or die man I’d die for there honour
Smacking a runner basking in summer