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Hip-Hop generation’s message to Bush
4 August, 2007

This is awesome! US rapper Wordsworth in the 2004 Presidential debate (almost)


You got no choice, that’s what you’ve all been told to listen to,
These criminals in the office want to control or limit you,
All the political power’s ours,
But these cowards’ goals and principles is to imprison you
Mr President, you inherited in devilish ways from your dad,
You the biggest terrorists there ever is,
It’s evident, your negative, and your father was father before
So you used the war as a score to settle it,
World peace is said to be the planner’s plan,
So you attack the Taliban in Afghanistan,
Bin Laden you let escape and through the sand he ran,
Now he’s taping death threats on a handycam,
Non humane, Iraq, Saddam Hussein,
Didn’t find weapons still went and bombed the planes,
Arms are aimed, children and moms are maimed,
C4 killing soliders when a car is detained
And you stay getting money from these corporations,
How are you paying backers (?) from these altercations,
Under no terms you have my vote earned
Now while the sun burns, each day the globe turns,
Problems evolving, partial involvement could solve it,
If you weren’t golfing so often,
Believe me you’all, it’s all way worse than it looks,
So let’s vote and stop beating around the bush.

And a few thoughts: 

Apart from the politics, the ‘Afghanistan’ / ‘sand he ran’ / ‘handycam’ rhyme works just so well!  I also like the ‘power’s, ours, cowards’’ rhymes in the beginning.  I love also how the line, ‘Now while the sun burns, each day the globe turns’ opens up the view and seems to put everything is perspective. 


Wordsworth Rap
4 August, 2007

Check out this 21st century version of Wordsworth’s classic ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud’. This updated version by MC Nuts who dresses up as a squirrel for the video is a nice fusion of hip-hop and literary poetry.  It’s interesting to compare the updated lyrics and the original.

I wandered lonely along as if I was a cloud – MC Nuts

I wandered lonely along as if I was a cloud
That floats on high over vales and hills
When all at once I looked down and saw a crowd
And in my path there was a host of golden daffodils, so check it,
It’s the kind of sight that puts your mind at ease
I saw beside the lake and beneath the trees,
And they kind of moved me, like they were base on the keys,
They were fluttering and dancing inside the breeze,

And seemed infinite, just like the stars that shine up in the belt of Orion,
Across to the milky-way, they stretched along the coast in a never ending line,
All across the water margin of the golden silty bay
I must admit, ten thousand I say in my retina,
No more than a glance than I registered that they’re beautiful etc.
I never knew in advance but they were tossing up their heads like a pogo dance

In a contrast to the plants they where waste beside them,
The way they crushed and sparkled, added to the marvel,
And the writer couldn’t help but feeling bright like a sunbeam,
The flowers and the waves they were quite something, yeah
Across the spot – just lost the plot –
Just watched and watched all the yellow and green
And at the time I didn’t really have to pay them no mind,
But when I think back to the day it was a hell of a scene

So often, when I’m on my coach just sitting,
in a vacant mood or idle position, with nothing to do, my face screwed, time ticking,
Gotta rewind to my vision, I get a flashback in my mind’s eye
Feel the bliss of solitude from the hindsight
My heart fills up, until the pleasure is spilled, yo
I’m taken back to dancing with the daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud – Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed – and gazed – but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Which version do you prefer?