The Great Hip Hop Hoax Page #2
So, that's, like,
just one little verse.
Billy was the, sort of,
entertainer and, kind of,
hyping the crowd up, and Gav was,
like, this evil genius
behind the whole thing, and I just
wanted to get my lyrics across.
Gavin was almost quite militant.
He was the driving force
behind everything that we did.
Effectively forcing us
He was completely
and utterly in charge.
I got addicted to production.
I fell in love with beat machines
and just the technical side of it
We'd sit and read thesauruses,
we'd read dictionaries,
We were confident in our music,
we were confident in our lyrics.
At that time, we were naive
enough to believe that
that's what mattered in music,
was the talent
and the lyrics, and the writing.
And, obviously, that wasn't the case.
# Come gather in my long
Scottish wind
# Belt out your blackest poems
as the sea around you sings
# When that drone takes to the air
# A single note to raise my hair
# Cold Scottish wind ##
I grew up in Arbroath
with dreams of leaving.
It's the same as any small town
anywhere in the world.
It's the kind of town that
you grow up to move away from.
Especially if you're creative.
There's no creative scene.
The idea was always
to get in a band and move away.
auditioning for the record label,
down in London?
This banner popped up on a website
and it said,
"Are you the next Eminem?"
"Are you the next Eminem?
Are you the next Usher?"
At the time, in our heads,
we were it.
We took the 13-hour bus journey down
and we were quite confident.
We were like, "Yeah, we've got
something really original. "
In comes the one with
An art of scorn, my style's
immaculately bastard born.
When we arrived at the audition
I realised we were drowning
Eminems in a sea of Ushers
as everyone else was pimped out
in this hip-hop gear.
So we stood out.
I was used to rapping
in little pubs and clubs,
nothing with that much
importance or attention.
And it was three A&Rs, but
you would probably say judges now.
You know, this was before X Factor.
They looked up and they
were, kind of, "Hmm. "
And as soon as we started saying,
"Oh, we're B Production,"
talking in a Scottish accent
the vibe just changed horribly.
They were, like, squinting
their eyes, like, "Hmm. "
Looking at each other like...
Rappers having no fun
are no-one
more overdone
Posh spice and David Beckham's son...
We could tell that they weren't
taking us seriously.
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