My First Performance
For the past two years I could not call myself a rapper, as I only wrote and did not actually recite my bars in public. In early December, I decided that I would put an end to my silence, and from then, I started to focus on my delivery. Almost every night, I would go to a place where I could be alone, whether it be my car back in New Jersey or a study lounge over at Emory. There, I would record and listen to myself. Although my delivery was cringeworthy at best, I would persevere and pinpoint certain aspects of my "rap voice" that I had to improve upon. There was a lot to fix. I would slur my words. I had little energy or conviction in my voice. I could not rap very quickly and would lose my place in the verse. It took more than two months of constant work, but I was able to see the fruits of my labor over time. I finally felt that I was ready to show my peers what I had been working on at my church's Sister's Appreciation Day.
I was part of a trio, which consisted of myself and my two friends, Paul and Alex. Paul sang and played the guitar, while Alex played the cajon, which is essentially a hollow wooden box that can be used as a percussion instrument. As we got ourselves situated in front of the audience of about fifty people, I got a little nervous. This was my first time rapping in front of more than two people (those two people being Paul and Alex during our practice sessions). I took my seat and got focused as Paul and Alex started off the song.
As Paul was finishing the chorus before my verse, I stood and looked at the confused crowd, who thought that I was serving as nothing more than a sentient microphone stand. I rapped my first few words, and the crowd errupted in cheer. Encouraged by this, I continued to have a solid performance. Not perfect, but solid. The feeling of rapping in public was an intoxicating feeling that I will never forget. I had finally broken out of my shell and could call myself an emcee.
I was part of a trio, which consisted of myself and my two friends, Paul and Alex. Paul sang and played the guitar, while Alex played the cajon, which is essentially a hollow wooden box that can be used as a percussion instrument. As we got ourselves situated in front of the audience of about fifty people, I got a little nervous. This was my first time rapping in front of more than two people (those two people being Paul and Alex during our practice sessions). I took my seat and got focused as Paul and Alex started off the song.
As Paul was finishing the chorus before my verse, I stood and looked at the confused crowd, who thought that I was serving as nothing more than a sentient microphone stand. I rapped my first few words, and the crowd errupted in cheer. Encouraged by this, I continued to have a solid performance. Not perfect, but solid. The feeling of rapping in public was an intoxicating feeling that I will never forget. I had finally broken out of my shell and could call myself an emcee.
I come in around 1:43
It’s five forty five and i can’t stop thinking bout her shy smile gotta gotta figure out a way for me to stand out, man doubts his ability to woo the other gender, but I got a way so that she doesnt just return to sender, I remember, to be tender, be me, don't try to be a pretender, this a letter, to that girl on my mind, a perfect dime, look at her and shake my head every time I don't know her too well, but I really wanna, but I can just tell that we really oughta getta know each other and I know where to begin, where you from, where you been, what's your favorite way to spend a Saturday am, maybe around 10, we meet up again at lsm then we could go to the park, play around until it’s dark, this girl a work of art, tell me more about this superstar |
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