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Bigfoot + Mister Rae are​.​.​. The Big Rae

by The Big Rae

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1.
Teck-Zilla I wrote these rhyme in the Keys of Life And the best bit was when I went in my element and made a grand exit sitting at the back of the bus, I invested In prayers and faith; God blessed it. Still I feel restless, the crown needs a new 'heir' 'Cause presently I feel breathless Every step i take I see eyes watching like the headless- horsemen, scribbling my name on their hit list I'd rather see my nom-de-plume written by Schindler In Japanese characters on top of the cinder Yes I'm a sinner, I sold my soul to the highest bidder On the crossroads I deliver Messages but mails lead to opposite sex??? We're all fragments broken from a composite deck Never far fetched, still possible yet Because impossiblity is not impossible to get (get it) The end is always closer than you know So if you really love something, Never let it go Disguise a song as a prayer to make it through the night So we wrote these rhymes in the Keys of Life Mister Rae: I wrote this rhyme in the Keys of Life Went from A minor to D major with the same disguise (Dejavu) cause I swear I must have done this twice Beside the swing set waiting picking out my lice Snotty nose, nappy head, always polite Never got a turn, even though I asked real nice Finally did with no one left to push me, right So I'd walk home sad, alone into the night Flat tires on my bike, fresh scabs on my knees Before I knew God I wrote him a letter to please Save mummy from the clinic, cure her disease And keep my report free of Fs and Cs It was all In the mind but I didn't realize then Introduced to someone special through the pen On days like these its how I'm consoled again The story of how I became my own best friend (The End) The end is always closer than you know So if you really love something, Never let it go Disguise a song as a prayer to make it through the night So we wrote these rhymes in the Keys of Life Psalmurai: Keys of Life, I'm selling like a dealer in white Selling crack cocaine, man that shit ain't right Still, he's a god to his kids and wife In their sight. Terrible nights to do what is right Food, clothes, shelter - he goes out helter skelter Whatever it took to make their whole lives better To in-laws indoors he's a dedicated father But outdoors outlaws call him a motherf-cker Would you rather vice-versa? Beating his wife and kids without none nicer? Who would you rather he gives blows Foes or Kin-folk? When you find something you love never let it go In the smiles of his family he found the Keys of Life And to keep it that way he would kill and strike Take that all away and end his miserable life Or lock him up and throw away The Keys for Life
2.
Mister Rae: She's a streetcar but she lacks desire Couldn't get her to bark or call me sire We're floating apart, please hold me tighter One smoke left but she stole my lighter Not enough words in the world to describe her Complicated - off the beat in our cipher Deeper than a gypsy deep-sea diver Colder than a reject - Kids don't like her Neither do I but this is Love though I guard my treasure chest like a cut-throat, One-eyed pirate, Mama I'll be-late Like a birthday card way pass your big date "Suicide, it's a suicide" She's got my thoughts slipping to the other side Knock, knock... No jokes it's all Truth-or-dare "I hate you so much yet I wish you were here" So What? Teck-Zilla: I've got a pre-occupation: women is my occupation I'm so sick like Ne-yo I need inoculation All I see is physical F--- communication Touch, feel, taste... Configuration But now I'm grown up with new computations I had to change the parameters and Calibrations After the score I ignore all celebrations I need a recess calling all delegations Together like coagulation, We need to clarify without alteration No pointing of fingers and no accusations I'm losing my head it feels like decapitation I assume you and I need more validation The situation is messy we need sanitation So I leave with these salutations I hope your eggs grow from your next ovulation So What? Mister Rae: The Alien princess of my space opera For you I Tom Cruised sofas with no Oprah Walked in your shoes like I was your daughter All for the happily ever after But there's no end, just another chapter Just pretend for a sec like I matter Like grey and white holding organic data... Data, whatever I hate her So I launch a "gravity rainbow" at her planet Only to regret it and then absorb the damage Lost both shields and my Mega-thrusters Facebook-goddess could I ever trust her I don't know, though I feel I'm being clowned like my ID says "Bobo" This power-puff girl keeps killing my mojo Master I lost like I can't find your dojo
3.
Easy Lover 03:05
Easy lovers listen with your heart on hold Give me a minute while I paint my shit gold To sell the sacred to the hated…ten fold And donate the proceeds; (...oops, forgot I left you on hold) As we proceed to give you more things to need Instead of food and education, try Nikes and greed A Che Guevara T-shirt from a Latin sweatshop Bob Marley chucks from a Dread that got shot The revolution will be televised only on Pay-Per-View Let the children breed monsters and I don’t mean Picachu I mean YOU watching people like YOU get murdered Bullets ‘raze’ ghettoes like Single Black Mothers Bombs get dropped like Funk Flex on brothers And you are the cause, of course, did I stutter? You don’t believe me I need more people Revolutionaries in the real, axes of evil Writers to speak for the dispossessed people Listeners and readers to see that’s it simple Unless you don’t believe we are all created equal Do it right now for there will be no sequel Easy lovers listen with your heart on hold Give me a minute while I paint my shit gold To sell the sacred to the hated…ten fold And donate the proceeds Hey, Young World I see you growing wild Word from an O-G "be a father to your child" 'Cause you cant leave the raising of the youth to television That only tells him how to get trapped in the system Advertisement tell him that he won’t be happy If he doesn’t have the newest-latest updated malarky Everybody aiming for 15 minutes of fame Call it ‘Reality-TV’ only thing ‘real’ is the ‘name’ Your child grows up imitating the vain, thinking that’s real Then he sees suffering and pain, and don’t think that’s real 'Cause there’s no emotional music in the background of the news While the weapons contractors that own the channels share their views Abused till he lives to consume Greed looms heavy, Elephant in the Room Desensitized from the womb to the tomb But you say "Rae cut out the doom and gloom" Easy lovers listen with your heart on hold Give me a minute while I paint my shit gold To sell the sacred to the hated…ten fold And donate the proceeds
4.
Voices 03:50
I’m on a rough road, it’s nothing special I’ll stick around until I know it’s time to let go I walk a thin line, I fake a straight spine Chin in the air so my swagger says it’s all fine Paraplegic mime lost in the design Songs about songs as long as you rewind What am I on about? Spread it by word of mouth Heading the same way but I take a different route "Stop being abstract, this is a love song You didn’t notice that because you’ve got love wrong" Its not the taste in your mouth the sweat on your palms That old tension kicking in the moment you’re calm Its the voices, I hear them in my head again Make up my mind but you don't ever let me in The choices, to late to take it back again Stay on my grind but you don't ever let me win Still on the shame show, a different wardrobe The end is near but God is speaking in morse code Facebook-goddess: she rhymes the hardest Flow ferocious, low jabs regardless Of the rules that we claim we all play by. Battered and bruised but we claim we all stay fly. Check the credit rating, no ones celebrating What we’re facings guaranteed to smash you face in Stop being violent. Its still a love song How many times will I tell you that you’ve got love wrong? Its not the wind in your hair, the glow in her stare Lonely-heart-late-night-radio-tears Its the choices we make and those we fail to The voices we hate but still relate to The moments of truth those lies could lead to I’ll tell you the rest if you can stay tuned Its the voices, I hear them in my head again Make up my mind but you don't ever let me in The choices, to late to take it back again Stay on my grind but you don't ever let me win I’m off that rough road, it’s time to let go My femme fatale kept tripping in her stilettos She reads the magazines knows ‘love ain’t a thing’ She’s only eighteen digging for that wedding ring And “I am twenty-six going on seventeen” Same dreams, same songs, same pathetic wings They take me nowhere, its like they don’t care Threaten to chop then off but they don’t know fear Maybe you were right, this is a love song And all my life, right, I got love wrong Its not that quarter-life crisis, fear of surprises, Trapped in a mirror maze – startle your own disguises; Fumbling the pass saying “I’m not usually like this” Staring at her... with no words to describe this Until the queen ponders “Is this what love is?” Tell her not to wonder it’s just the voices Its the voices, I hear them in my head again Make up my mind but you don't ever let me in The choices, to late to take it back again Stay on my grind but you don't ever let me win
5.
Dreams 02:38
Moving pictures, animated corpses In designer hearses, matching man-purses Thought I was fly till I flew too high Crashed to the ground left a crack in the sky Picked my pieces off the floor, re-attach my lower jaw (kick in the door) wondering what I'm sober for Second rounds on whoever's got the Kevlar Always keep my witty banter sharp enough to sever Whatever, Dreams rule everything around me I'll be a 'Nightmare on your Street' unless with family Hey hey hey, better be calm B My plan B involves recruiting a veteran army I'm cold-chilling; your sun can't tan me Even though the Pigs be tryna 'Animal Farm' me Dreams keep me warm at night like my Degrees Spin doctor the economy and then I freeze Mother wasn't strong enough for labour pains Doctors cut her up, took me out so my day begins 'Fresher' than Run DMC in '84 Sorta-like Swine Flu I'm on a world tour In a Chariot of Fire flanked by angelic whores Feel me to call me Sire like (insert metaphor) That shit's a bore like titties to a child predator or a freshly tossed salad to a carnivore, done it all before Dopest emcee in my past life colder than minus 273 I was past ice, past nice My benevolence was sinister And I shone brighter than Slick Rick trapped in a star Thus far, Every story told was sub-par (cereal) killer munch on pop rappers for supper Bones, Snap & Crackle, hear them suffer Ride for my planet like the Silver-Surfer
6.
Rest in Peace Brittany Murphy, Heaven aint worthy They're hating the team but they're lovin’ the jersey Trapped in a scene were there’s no one as worthy For that guillotine, blind surgery absurdity Murder me before I murder again Said the note on the dresser when I walked in the room Same thing on the mic, like a witch on a broom I’m fly with the spit when I murder a pen Forgot about that, didn’t you? Mere mortals get ridiculed Pathetic dreams grow up to die in a cubicle "No matter what they throw up Rae, it aint new to you No matter what the judges say, it aint beautiful" Their vision's impaired, so I take ‘em in pairs Like Noah do, to the opticians and get them a new pair or two Brand new spectacles, on point like Decimals They’ve been on my nuts since they were brand new testicles Swear on The Bible, test my recital, I’m (Edgar Allen Poe-litical) so lyrical I’m make your grammar go digital Oh, is it true? They ask if I’m ‘Invincible’ like the animated family, Yes, but no Disney iller than thou so the flow is so sickenly Unstoppable, Bruce Banner all obstacles While I drop a jewel like the Rich irresponsible Inflamed like a tonsil, my style is so Gonzo Hunter-esque flow, Fear and loathing in my castle Drop the drawbridge, duel the swordfish Laced a track with the Devil, Allah endorsed it Most high drop a bomb on it, like Nagasaki Or more like humbler abode of an Iraqi Hands on my nuts is why I’m spitting so cocky They tryna amp me up like the theme song from ‘Rocky’ But I’m tryna ante up like The Mash-Out Posse For a ‘Lil Fame’ I’ll probably Danze but sadly I just wanna close my eyes and never wake up Let the waves wash away my sad clown make-up Fall in love again just to experience a break-up Procrastination’s just another hobby that I take up Masturbation’s just a solitary lover’s hiccup On the long road to being slain in a stick-up Prrrrrrrrrr Stick Up..What –What – What, Stick ‘em Why Why Why should I play the victim? I’m trapped in a First-Person Shooter No Avenue for my roots to Manuva No gratitude for the hearts I Bazooka In my quest to retrieve the white flag for my ruler The horns of Capricorn point where I belong Feeling betrayed and scorned, seeing what I’ve become A mere reflection of the man in the looking glass Steered by the maiden with the fine fly looking ass With the ability to look beyond my flaws Without the elevator she said “I’m all yours” Please hold the door the last thing I saw Disappointment in her eyes as her jaw dropped in awe Please hold the door’s the last thing I saw Disappointment in her eyes as her jaw dropped in awe Back to building castles in the sky And watching good things pass me by For a reason I can’t deny and can’t disguise Don’t ask me why Castles in the sky Watching good things pass you by For a reason you can’t deny and cant describe Don’t ask me why
7.
Where am I? I'm not obliged to answer I'm watching as the radiation multiplies the cancer Trapped in your mind while you evaluate this stanza Hidden in the laboratory of a flying saucer I black out and wake up in the belly of the beast Digestive acids dissolve the flesh around my feet Nano-robots try to reconstruct me out of my DNA But my physical form is divine, Comprende? Mathematics couldn't plot a graph of my trajectory I'm impossible I survived my father's vasectomy And my mother’s abortion. The space and time distortion: They kick rhymes; I kick holes in speaker to other dimensions. Still haven't answered your question? Quit asking me I evolved from the big band, a piece of God's debris That's a clue to where I am right now for any takers I revolve around the earth, they call me the moonraker Moonraker/The heart-breaker Where am I? I'm not obliged to answer I'm battling with my demons, mind blacker than a panther Six million chics chant my name like a mantra A sea of strange face till the moment I found her I black out and wake up to find myself beneath her sheets I'm back in traffic before the tears roll down her cheeks I don't know what could obstruct me or myself to stay 'Cause her physical form was divine, comprende? Cinematics couldn't capture her beauty so vividly It’s impossible, brown skin with so much history Like a teenage abortion, a recent drug addiction She’s still fine in every other dimension Still haven't answered the question she keeps asking me I can't be the brave knight her man has to be I'm just another in a sad long line of heart breakers Orbiting her planet, they call us the moonrakers Moonraker/The heart-breaker And the drum was the ground beneath my feet But it had to abandon us to make the cipher complete Word isn't born, It was there at the beginning At the beginning it was God so better worship her singing As cumulus clouds swallow the Lagos skyline Only this one MicWorx, So why bother rhyme? Sex is only a sin but love is a crime That’s all that matter since man slayed the divine.

about

The story of "The Big Rae" began weirdly as a couple naked acapellas made their way from the blistering cold of a London winter to the sweltering heat of Lagos in the belly of an unreliable hard-disk in 2010; an immigrants journey in reverse.

In the hands of genre-defying producer Bigfoot (of Micworx Music), Mister Rae's (of Str8 Buttah) orphan vocals lost to their humble boom-bap beginnings, were clothed in haunting strings, melancholy keys and victorious synths and rode out into the world on banging percussion. While the message remained the same - honest lyrics on life, love and loss - the music gave it new urgency. First, in the form of "Brittany Murphy" released online in late 2011 and now finally with the EP as a whole.

Expect The Big Rae to get bigger and better with another EP expected before the year is up and a full length album in 2013. You are officially welcome to join The Big Rae's voyage. As every proverbial journey begins, what you are about to listen to now is that humble first step.

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released July 31, 2012

Music by Bigfoot (twitter.com/Bigfoot_Micworx)
Words by Mister Rae (twitter.com/RaeDiaspora)

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African Hiphop Collective: Teck-Zilla, XYZ, Enigma, Prof. Deckzavier, R-Cube & Mister Rae

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