The more I delve into this profession of mine the more this adage is a smelly old sausage.
For those not street enough it is a ballsy beattastic underground rap battle network where rappers, hip hoppers, slam poets and lyrical hobbyists fight it out in solo or two tag team clashes.
I stumbled across Mark Grist awhile back and thought maybe he was just doing this as a novelty factor. But no he has stuck with it, and made himself a name with MCs in a very cut- throat scene.
Check out one of my fav battles of his:
The memorable lines for me were, one disin his opponent Auke’s rural background
” most Sundays your sipping Chianti slow mo, wrapped in a Kimono , yanking ya meat Oboe, as you watch Antiques Roadshow”.
A nice dis at the standard of his opponents art form –
” to you boys the phrase ‘anything goes’ is a quality control statement”.
And he even gets a hint of that typical British trait of self deprecation in there –
“I would still rather watch any other station. I would rather sort out my loft insulation. I would rather be made to re-watch Lost in translation. I would rather go to my bathroom, and throw up in my basin”.
In some American shows he has been criticized for not being the “norm”, but I luv his twist on this supposed street art form. Turning up in a suit, using his knowledge of English stanza and form to create lyrical flips and punchy prose poetry hits.