I like creativity…
I really do.
I will always say this, I’m not big on Gh music, especially hiplife..
Most of them are so mediocre that it makes my ears bleed.
And the fact that I’m not big on rap music regardless of the country its coming from makes it even worse for me to appreciate the local stuff.
But lately, some artistes are gradually making me eat my words.
Really what is that?
I’m talking about Kojo Cue’s Dem BoyZ.
I like it; I am able to listen to it. I mean I listen to it till it ends…
I even repeat it.
Nope! I’m not saying it’s anything revolutionary but its good.
Semi-tight lyrics over a good production.
The hook by Blurr is not bad at all.
But ‘I be windows, vista’? Like really?
‘Bring you to your knees like you visiting your sister, ista’? Why?
My people get your word game together
Up the ante….
The song is about swag???? Wack rappers and copy and paste boys?
I wouldn’t try to make sense out of it cos I can’t.
But that’s not the point. I mean I listen to Spanish songs and enjoy it so….
The song is good… not international material tho
But A for effort.
The best part of this song is the production. That is what is carrying the song……
Now go download here => http://bit.ly/q6jQbp and add your views below!
Support Gh music
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
in the eyes of sarcasm: wrong hole,right heart.OR? :s
in the eyes of sarcasm: wrong hole,right heart.OR? :s: HOMOSEXUALITY!!!!! anybody want a fruit?? Ignore the first line,i'm kinda high on chocolate at the moment,and my back space button is on le...
I DON’T FEAR YOU- ECXTREME (REVIEW)
So I was asked to do another review.
I’m not a big fan of rap music and unless its really good, I find it very difficult to listen, much more make an objective review. There is a genre of music called Pidgin Music? Ghetto Rap? *shrug*
Well, the song I was sent is one by Ecxtreme (The Lyrical Wanzam?) which features Wanlov the Kubolor. I DON’T FEAR YOU is the title of the song.
Now its not my kinda song so I cant break it down.
But it’s a good listen.
I mean its funny, it makes me laugh.
Wanlov is on it, what more can you expect but humorous lyrics over thumping afro/jama production. The pace and tone the production sets the mood for the listener.
Its draws your attention but its not rude, it is not an up-tempo beat but it wakes you up and makes you no your head. The whole song reminiscent of the era hiplife was birthed.
Its pure, its raw, its unique, it has the I don’t give a F**k feel to it. But then again, that’s the theme of the song.
You be the who who? I don’t fear you you!
This is the kind of stuff that makes it international. Its different from what the people out there are used to. The humor is on point. “Some potholes cannot be dodged”.
I like it, it makes for easy listening.
Now over the top lyrics just simple pidgin…. With Wanlov on it, well what do you expect? Big ups to the lyrical wanzam…. GOOD JOB
Now go listen here http://mp3twit.com/bKF and drop your views in the comment box.
I’m not a big fan of rap music and unless its really good, I find it very difficult to listen, much more make an objective review. There is a genre of music called Pidgin Music? Ghetto Rap? *shrug*
Well, the song I was sent is one by Ecxtreme (The Lyrical Wanzam?) which features Wanlov the Kubolor. I DON’T FEAR YOU is the title of the song.
Now its not my kinda song so I cant break it down.
But it’s a good listen.
I mean its funny, it makes me laugh.
Wanlov is on it, what more can you expect but humorous lyrics over thumping afro/jama production. The pace and tone the production sets the mood for the listener.
Its draws your attention but its not rude, it is not an up-tempo beat but it wakes you up and makes you no your head. The whole song reminiscent of the era hiplife was birthed.
Its pure, its raw, its unique, it has the I don’t give a F**k feel to it. But then again, that’s the theme of the song.
You be the who who? I don’t fear you you!
This is the kind of stuff that makes it international. Its different from what the people out there are used to. The humor is on point. “Some potholes cannot be dodged”.
I like it, it makes for easy listening.
Now over the top lyrics just simple pidgin…. With Wanlov on it, well what do you expect? Big ups to the lyrical wanzam…. GOOD JOB
Now go listen here http://mp3twit.com/bKF and drop your views in the comment box.
MY FIRST JOB AS A MUSIC CRITIC. :D
I’ve always wanted to be a music critic.
I do it everyday but I want to do it officially.
I love how I’m able to take music apart and really bash it or give praises where due. I am very exposed to foreign pop music,
For the local ones, its _________ (flatline).
Ive been accused of not supporting local music and artistes
And been called white trash cos I prefer listening to blonde white girls. My only response to all that is “I don’t listen to trash”.
Well some one who was impressed with my blog asked me to do a write up on a song for him. To me, this invitation was to do a critique and I’m psyched.
Fortunately or unfortunately, the song unlike most local junk is very good so here goes. WISH YOU NEVER MET ME BY BILS RAYOE.
Now I don’t like refixes.
You know how Ghanaian ‘rappers’ jump onto popular hits and make a refix? I hate it!
They always find a way of desecrating the song.
I believe in originality.
Most Ghanaians don’t sample, the just go and rap over the same beat to the point of maintaining the hook. *sigh*. This dude sampled Adele’s Rolling in The Deep.
Ok it’s kinda like a refix but he did it wisely.
I tip my hat at the producer.
He tweaked the original production ( I refuse to call it beat or instrumentals) to make it sound different. He maintained the martial beats and the pounding piano beats. Rayoe’s delivery was on point!
The song is supposed to tell his life story, which is his art. At the first bar, I thought it was Kanye rapping.
That brings me to flaw number 1.
Why are Gh rappers so concerned about the accent?
I don’t get it. He sounds so foreign its not even funny.
I don’t fink the international market is looking for another Kanye West. What they want is something different, new, a breath of fresh air. That’s what these new rappers should aim at. Not copying others Once again, originality!
“Get your lighters up”
“I’m getting paid”
“I’m a hustler”
“I’m going in cos I’m so hard”
“It’s a new era and it’s my time”
Really?
Aren’t we tired of all that?
Can’t they come up with new lines?
The composition tho is amazing!
No hook till the closing 20secs.
What he does is to interpolate some part of his rap with the chanting backing vocals in Rolling In The Deep and then signs off with the chant. the result? AH-MAZING!
I’m not much of a rap fan but I love this song.
It’s pretty cool.
I’m dropping the link here. Y’all should listen and drop your reviews in the comment box. http://mp3twit.com/gFN
Support Ghanaian music. *Sigh*.
I do it everyday but I want to do it officially.
I love how I’m able to take music apart and really bash it or give praises where due. I am very exposed to foreign pop music,
For the local ones, its _________ (flatline).
Ive been accused of not supporting local music and artistes
And been called white trash cos I prefer listening to blonde white girls. My only response to all that is “I don’t listen to trash”.
Well some one who was impressed with my blog asked me to do a write up on a song for him. To me, this invitation was to do a critique and I’m psyched.
Fortunately or unfortunately, the song unlike most local junk is very good so here goes. WISH YOU NEVER MET ME BY BILS RAYOE.
Now I don’t like refixes.
You know how Ghanaian ‘rappers’ jump onto popular hits and make a refix? I hate it!
They always find a way of desecrating the song.
I believe in originality.
Most Ghanaians don’t sample, the just go and rap over the same beat to the point of maintaining the hook. *sigh*. This dude sampled Adele’s Rolling in The Deep.
Ok it’s kinda like a refix but he did it wisely.
I tip my hat at the producer.
He tweaked the original production ( I refuse to call it beat or instrumentals) to make it sound different. He maintained the martial beats and the pounding piano beats. Rayoe’s delivery was on point!
The song is supposed to tell his life story, which is his art. At the first bar, I thought it was Kanye rapping.
That brings me to flaw number 1.
Why are Gh rappers so concerned about the accent?
I don’t get it. He sounds so foreign its not even funny.
I don’t fink the international market is looking for another Kanye West. What they want is something different, new, a breath of fresh air. That’s what these new rappers should aim at. Not copying others Once again, originality!
“Get your lighters up”
“I’m getting paid”
“I’m a hustler”
“I’m going in cos I’m so hard”
“It’s a new era and it’s my time”
Really?
Aren’t we tired of all that?
Can’t they come up with new lines?
The composition tho is amazing!
No hook till the closing 20secs.
What he does is to interpolate some part of his rap with the chanting backing vocals in Rolling In The Deep and then signs off with the chant. the result? AH-MAZING!
I’m not much of a rap fan but I love this song.
It’s pretty cool.
I’m dropping the link here. Y’all should listen and drop your reviews in the comment box. http://mp3twit.com/gFN
Support Ghanaian music. *Sigh*.
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Tuesday, March 1, 2011
WONDER
I’ve been wondering for a long time
If I would ever find in my wanderings
Someone as wonderful as you.
Then I bumped into you and o the wonder of the moment.
As random as it was, I believe we were meant to cross paths.
I am a silly romantic and have always been in love with the notion of being in love.
Yet with you my fall seems different
There is something about you that makes it wonderful.
It’s a wonder the feelings you invoke in me.
The lengths I’d go for you.
I am naturally a carefree person
But since I met you I’ve got a purpose.
See I’ve started writing again! You are my muse!
I aim towards Botswana ;)
For the first time in my life I know where I’m heading towards.
Sometimes I wonder if you are for real.
But right now I couldn’t care!
I love the way I feel; sense of belonging.
I love missing you and getting upset because I can’t talk to you.
I love that I can only touch you in dreams cos you are miles away.
If I get hurt in the end, I would still not regret anything
Because you are a beautiful WONDER that I’ve been longing for in my wanderings.
If I would ever find in my wanderings
Someone as wonderful as you.
Then I bumped into you and o the wonder of the moment.
As random as it was, I believe we were meant to cross paths.
I am a silly romantic and have always been in love with the notion of being in love.
Yet with you my fall seems different
There is something about you that makes it wonderful.
It’s a wonder the feelings you invoke in me.
The lengths I’d go for you.
I am naturally a carefree person
But since I met you I’ve got a purpose.
See I’ve started writing again! You are my muse!
I aim towards Botswana ;)
For the first time in my life I know where I’m heading towards.
Sometimes I wonder if you are for real.
But right now I couldn’t care!
I love the way I feel; sense of belonging.
I love missing you and getting upset because I can’t talk to you.
I love that I can only touch you in dreams cos you are miles away.
If I get hurt in the end, I would still not regret anything
Because you are a beautiful WONDER that I’ve been longing for in my wanderings.
AWESOME
Whew!
I don’t know where to start.
I feel like just saying you are awesome and leaving it at that.
Cos words cannot express the way I feel fully.
But I wanna say something to you.
I don’t wanna tag what we have as friendship.
No! It doesn’t do justice to it.
Neither can I qualify it with brotherhood
Cos I don’t think I’d be that close to my own brother.
You get me on a different level.
I try to figure out what I ever did to deserve you.
You love me unconditionally.
You do most of the giving in our relationship
Yet you never complain.
You put up with my crap always
You make sacrifices for me all the time.
I heap my issues on you on a daily basis (God knows I’ve got more issues than a ghetto girl with baby daddy drama)
And it’s no secret that am an easy person.
You stick with me through my diva tantrums.
We broadcast on different wavelengths
Yet you always understand me.
You are always there for me.
You are not afraid to show me affection.
You don’t care about what people would say.
You are the best thing that I have right now.
I really appreciate you.
Wish you could see the tears on my keyboard right now.
I love you!
You are simply AWESOME!
I don’t know where to start.
I feel like just saying you are awesome and leaving it at that.
Cos words cannot express the way I feel fully.
But I wanna say something to you.
I don’t wanna tag what we have as friendship.
No! It doesn’t do justice to it.
Neither can I qualify it with brotherhood
Cos I don’t think I’d be that close to my own brother.
You get me on a different level.
I try to figure out what I ever did to deserve you.
You love me unconditionally.
You do most of the giving in our relationship
Yet you never complain.
You put up with my crap always
You make sacrifices for me all the time.
I heap my issues on you on a daily basis (God knows I’ve got more issues than a ghetto girl with baby daddy drama)
And it’s no secret that am an easy person.
You stick with me through my diva tantrums.
We broadcast on different wavelengths
Yet you always understand me.
You are always there for me.
You are not afraid to show me affection.
You don’t care about what people would say.
You are the best thing that I have right now.
I really appreciate you.
Wish you could see the tears on my keyboard right now.
I love you!
You are simply AWESOME!
ODE TO A LOST FRIEND
You were the only person who was able to see through my fake smiles.
We had something very beautiful.
It didn’t have to end like this.
I want to ask how we got to where we are now.
But the answer stares right in my face.
Pride! Your pride, my pride.
I regret losing what we shared but I don’t regret what I did.
We let things get out of hand.
Now when I see you, you are like a different person altogether.
In my opinion, you’ve become worse.
A monster without feelings.
Fronting to cover your weakness.
Your ego is your weakness
I can’t say I miss you now. That would be a lie.
But I miss those moments.
The pet names you gave me.
How you called me your Precious.
The midnight calls sessions.
How you always defended me.
The way you were overprotective of me.
The feeling that I was a positive influence on you.
I miss all that.
But right now, we’ve reached the point where we cannot be salvaged.
Too many demands I would make which you would not fulfill.
Who would have thought we would end up like this?
We were almost inseparable.
But now look at us.
Just yesterday I dreamt we were bonding over Ciara.
Shows how bad it is.
Friends have tried to fix us but we weren’t ready to be fixed.
I felt taken for granted, you felt betrayed.
None of us was ready to meet each other half way.
Now you think I’m the enemy.
But all I’ve got for u is good wishes.
I wish you well.
Wish you succeed in your endeavors.
I hope one day we get across this impasse.
Even though I know you would not read this
This is for you my friend.
This is an ode to our friendship that we lost.
We had something very beautiful.
It didn’t have to end like this.
I want to ask how we got to where we are now.
But the answer stares right in my face.
Pride! Your pride, my pride.
I regret losing what we shared but I don’t regret what I did.
We let things get out of hand.
Now when I see you, you are like a different person altogether.
In my opinion, you’ve become worse.
A monster without feelings.
Fronting to cover your weakness.
Your ego is your weakness
I can’t say I miss you now. That would be a lie.
But I miss those moments.
The pet names you gave me.
How you called me your Precious.
The midnight calls sessions.
How you always defended me.
The way you were overprotective of me.
The feeling that I was a positive influence on you.
I miss all that.
But right now, we’ve reached the point where we cannot be salvaged.
Too many demands I would make which you would not fulfill.
Who would have thought we would end up like this?
We were almost inseparable.
But now look at us.
Just yesterday I dreamt we were bonding over Ciara.
Shows how bad it is.
Friends have tried to fix us but we weren’t ready to be fixed.
I felt taken for granted, you felt betrayed.
None of us was ready to meet each other half way.
Now you think I’m the enemy.
But all I’ve got for u is good wishes.
I wish you well.
Wish you succeed in your endeavors.
I hope one day we get across this impasse.
Even though I know you would not read this
This is for you my friend.
This is an ode to our friendship that we lost.
I WANNA WRITE
I wanna write
I wanna write about broken dreams
About broken hearts (we all know about that).
I wanna write
I wanna write about unrequited love
About a woman scorned.
I wanna write
I wanna write about love
About long distant relationships.
I wanna write
I wanna write a song
A dirge; a lamentation.
I wanna write
I wanna write about morbidity
About the lives that have been lost.
I wanna write
I wanna write about happiness
About the joy of a newly delivered mother.
I wanna write
I wanna write about innocence
About the purity of childhood.
I wanna write
I wanna write about my celibacy
About the struggles of the Pope.
I wanna write
I wanna write about friendship
About the ones we’ve lost
And the ones we have freshly formed.
I wanna write
I wanna write about life
About the joys and the pains.
The ups and the downs.
Oh I wanna write
I wanna write about you
About my muse.
All I wanna do is write.
I wanna write.
But I don’t know how to start.
I wanna write about broken dreams
About broken hearts (we all know about that).
I wanna write
I wanna write about unrequited love
About a woman scorned.
I wanna write
I wanna write about love
About long distant relationships.
I wanna write
I wanna write a song
A dirge; a lamentation.
I wanna write
I wanna write about morbidity
About the lives that have been lost.
I wanna write
I wanna write about happiness
About the joy of a newly delivered mother.
I wanna write
I wanna write about innocence
About the purity of childhood.
I wanna write
I wanna write about my celibacy
About the struggles of the Pope.
I wanna write
I wanna write about friendship
About the ones we’ve lost
And the ones we have freshly formed.
I wanna write
I wanna write about life
About the joys and the pains.
The ups and the downs.
Oh I wanna write
I wanna write about you
About my muse.
All I wanna do is write.
I wanna write.
But I don’t know how to start.
HOW DARE YOU
You were my best friend
Eventhough I gave more than I received
I had high opinions of you
Accepted you flaws and all
Because I understood we can’t be perfect
Somewhere along the line you changed
You became a different person
You sit on your high horse and look down on me
You with your morbid outlook of life
You with your pessimistic attitude
You who think you are better than everybody
Yeah you are the one with a “life”
Take a look in the mirror and ask yourself
“Who am I”
Do you think you can answer this question honestly?
Do you know who you are?
You with your double standards
You with your hypocrisy
You the best friend who made out with the person I was in love (obsessed) with
How dare you judge me without a trial?
How dare you point accusing fingers at me without me knowing my crime?
How dare you make me feel inadequate?
How dare you point out my flaws as if I don’t already see them?
How dare you forget the moments we had?
How dare you forget the laughter we shared?
How dare you forget our heartaches?
How dare you change without giving me a memo.
How dare you forget the endless nights we talked?
How dare you forget the times I consoled you through your tears?
Your own tears will rise up in judgment against you.
How dare you hurt me with your betrayal?
How dare you give me another wound that would never heal?
How dare you add to my scars of lost friendships?
How dare you to even think evil of me?
How dare you make me feel like I hate you?
How dare you not to ask for my side of the story?
How dare you Omario?
How dare you push me to write this?
How fucking dare you Paa Kwesi?
How DARE YOU?
Eventhough I gave more than I received
I had high opinions of you
Accepted you flaws and all
Because I understood we can’t be perfect
Somewhere along the line you changed
You became a different person
You sit on your high horse and look down on me
You with your morbid outlook of life
You with your pessimistic attitude
You who think you are better than everybody
Yeah you are the one with a “life”
Take a look in the mirror and ask yourself
“Who am I”
Do you think you can answer this question honestly?
Do you know who you are?
You with your double standards
You with your hypocrisy
You the best friend who made out with the person I was in love (obsessed) with
How dare you judge me without a trial?
How dare you point accusing fingers at me without me knowing my crime?
How dare you make me feel inadequate?
How dare you point out my flaws as if I don’t already see them?
How dare you forget the moments we had?
How dare you forget the laughter we shared?
How dare you forget our heartaches?
How dare you change without giving me a memo.
How dare you forget the endless nights we talked?
How dare you forget the times I consoled you through your tears?
Your own tears will rise up in judgment against you.
How dare you hurt me with your betrayal?
How dare you give me another wound that would never heal?
How dare you add to my scars of lost friendships?
How dare you to even think evil of me?
How dare you make me feel like I hate you?
How dare you not to ask for my side of the story?
How dare you Omario?
How dare you push me to write this?
How fucking dare you Paa Kwesi?
How DARE YOU?
VALENTINE
I have always hated Valentine’s Day.
Ok you caught me.
Not nearly always.
I mean I remember my high school days
When my girlfriends (The Sperm Dealers) and I used to have illusions about love.
You know the whole yard; fairytale, happily ever after.
On Valentine’s Day, the girls would bring a change of clothes along; red and black.
And the code was skimpy, hoeish kinda clothes.
Then after classes are over they would pose in front of the school and take pics.
I was the only male member of the Sperm Dealers; I was like a pimp to low budget whores.
Those times were fun.
The advices I gave, pointing out the cute guys on campus for them to seduce, defending them when teachers are on their case (I had a way of talking my way out of trouble) and leading them into bitch fights and victory.
We were the talk of the school and even the teachers knew about the group. I’m sure back then most of the gals couldn’t spell “virgin” to save their own lives.
And yet we strongly believed in the concept of love and not the quick quick bang bang, thank you, see you never again.
I remember how we used to buy the lyrics of Westlife’s music and CDs just to sing along to them.
Hey don’t judge us. We were young. And just so you know Westlife had sum really good music. Even though most of them were cover versions. *sigh*
Oh but I always dreamt one day I would find that one person whom I wuld serenade with these songs.
Eh! Please I still on to those dreams.
Yes we all know am a hopeless romantic.
You see the reason why I’ve been hating on Valentine ’s Day is because I’ve always been single on that day.
Surely you can imagine how dat makes someone like me feel.
So to make myself feel better, I always hate on this day. And here goes:
You see I don’t really understand why y’all wait till 14th February to show your lovers how much they mean to you,
To buy them gifts, take them out, spoil them and if you are holding out on them, to give them sumthn sumthn .
Take the advice of a true romantic; you can make every day a valentines day. It’s the little things you do.
You don’t need a special day to tell a lover you how much you love them.
People if your partners only pamper you on vals day, please dump them now!
And for the girls who have been holding out. What’s with you anyways?
Why do you wanna wait till vals day? Eh? Or y’all wish St. Valentine was boning you?
Please stop giving the guys stress.
And as for you guys, get out of your comfort zones! Be sensitive and romantic people! Arrrrgh!
Life woulda been a better place if girls and boys acted right!
To me those of you who celebrate Valentine are down low horny people who are desperate to get laid.
Y’all know the chances of getting some on vals day is high!
Shame! I can see some of you rubbing your hands in anticipation.
The gifts, sweet words, the show of affections are all tickets to get laid.
Y’all are just buying sex, and the girls who would give out cos off small pampering are just undercover sluts.
That said I fink you are no different from the Sperm Dealers. But at least they were kids. You lot have no excuse now.
I see all you guys paying for sex and you down low sluts. :P
Eh am just hating cos am single and gnashing.
Don’t take it personal… on second thoughts please do.
So if you see me in black tomorrow, know that I am mourning virginities that would be lost.
This is total crap. Why did I write this?
Ok you caught me.
Not nearly always.
I mean I remember my high school days
When my girlfriends (The Sperm Dealers) and I used to have illusions about love.
You know the whole yard; fairytale, happily ever after.
On Valentine’s Day, the girls would bring a change of clothes along; red and black.
And the code was skimpy, hoeish kinda clothes.
Then after classes are over they would pose in front of the school and take pics.
I was the only male member of the Sperm Dealers; I was like a pimp to low budget whores.
Those times were fun.
The advices I gave, pointing out the cute guys on campus for them to seduce, defending them when teachers are on their case (I had a way of talking my way out of trouble) and leading them into bitch fights and victory.
We were the talk of the school and even the teachers knew about the group. I’m sure back then most of the gals couldn’t spell “virgin” to save their own lives.
And yet we strongly believed in the concept of love and not the quick quick bang bang, thank you, see you never again.
I remember how we used to buy the lyrics of Westlife’s music and CDs just to sing along to them.
Hey don’t judge us. We were young. And just so you know Westlife had sum really good music. Even though most of them were cover versions. *sigh*
Oh but I always dreamt one day I would find that one person whom I wuld serenade with these songs.
Eh! Please I still on to those dreams.
Yes we all know am a hopeless romantic.
You see the reason why I’ve been hating on Valentine ’s Day is because I’ve always been single on that day.
Surely you can imagine how dat makes someone like me feel.
So to make myself feel better, I always hate on this day. And here goes:
You see I don’t really understand why y’all wait till 14th February to show your lovers how much they mean to you,
To buy them gifts, take them out, spoil them and if you are holding out on them, to give them sumthn sumthn .
Take the advice of a true romantic; you can make every day a valentines day. It’s the little things you do.
You don’t need a special day to tell a lover you how much you love them.
People if your partners only pamper you on vals day, please dump them now!
And for the girls who have been holding out. What’s with you anyways?
Why do you wanna wait till vals day? Eh? Or y’all wish St. Valentine was boning you?
Please stop giving the guys stress.
And as for you guys, get out of your comfort zones! Be sensitive and romantic people! Arrrrgh!
Life woulda been a better place if girls and boys acted right!
To me those of you who celebrate Valentine are down low horny people who are desperate to get laid.
Y’all know the chances of getting some on vals day is high!
Shame! I can see some of you rubbing your hands in anticipation.
The gifts, sweet words, the show of affections are all tickets to get laid.
Y’all are just buying sex, and the girls who would give out cos off small pampering are just undercover sluts.
That said I fink you are no different from the Sperm Dealers. But at least they were kids. You lot have no excuse now.
I see all you guys paying for sex and you down low sluts. :P
Eh am just hating cos am single and gnashing.
Don’t take it personal… on second thoughts please do.
So if you see me in black tomorrow, know that I am mourning virginities that would be lost.
This is total crap. Why did I write this?