I’m like a forgotten melody, notes drifting over like the bough of a willow-tree,
Roots stretching out like a barely extant mythology
I move through the forest unseen, the refrain from Pan’s seven reeds,
Each note a resonance effecting you deeply, helping you breathe
I’m substance over style,
I’m quick with a smile,
Give an inch
I’ll give a mile,
My skills versatile,
My bars beguile
You’re looking up my lyrics in a html file
I’m a lamb in wolf’s clothing,
Not OK with fear and loathing
I’ll help you out like it’s nothing,
My skills bread-winning,
My bars leave you spinning
I’m like a forgotten melody, notes drifting over like the bough of a willow-tree,
Roots stretching out like a barely extant mythology
I move through the forest unseen, the refrain from Pan’s seven reeds,
Each note a resonance effecting you deeply, helping you breathe
Good things come to those who wait,
Good thing you’ve got the patience of a saint,
Say your piece but show restraint,
I’m more likely to see an elephant on my eyelid,
than a germ across the sea,
I might not be your cup of tea,
I’m at the centre of a kerfuffle,
making sure no-one’s in trouble,
I’m always up for a chuckle,
but keep my seat-belt buckled
I’m like a forgotten melody, notes drifting over like the bough of a willow-tree,
Roots stretching out like a barely extant mythology
I move through the forest unseen, the refrain from Pan’s seven reeds,
Each note a resonance effecting you deeply, helping you breathe
I’m not hanging noodles on your ears,
Save your taunts and jeers,
you don’t think I’m good? Hold my beer.
I walk around in hot porridge,
I’ll leave you feeling encouraged,
I’ll take dumplings, not flowers,
You’ll leave here thinking you got superpowers,
I’m the early bird who catches the worm,
I’ll politely wait my turn,
I don’t have tomatoes on my eyes, I can see through your disguise.
British rapper Taurri reaches back into his adolescence for this vulnerable new album themed around change, death, and rebirth. Bandcamp New & Notable May 5, 2020