Basement Project

Basement Project

BandRockHip Hop

Imagine Rage Against the Machine meet Bob Marley for lunch in heaven. With glorious strings in the background while KRS-One cooks up a healthy 'meal' of substance with the freshest ingredients from the urban landscape. That's BP.

Biography

Formed in 1996 under the name Bastard's Basement, and later reformed in 2002 as BASEMENT PROJECT, BP is a blend of slick hip hop vibes with raw rock rhythms. Combining different influences from the urban landscape with anything from roots reggae to metal, each member brings his own diverse sound to the table. From Rico and Tree's classical background to Szocs' and Bone's self-brought funk, the music is full of technique and pure passion. Rodney's mic skills top it off, with solid lyricism and fresh flow, from rap to reggae. With catchy songs to feed the pop-hungry to alternative epics for the underground aficionado, BP gives everyone something to listen to.

This Toronto-based band has just completed a new set of tunes and is constantly adding to it's repertoire, in order to keep the live experience fresh. With great stage presence and a visible love for the music, BP bangs out song after song of genre-crossing rhythms with creative breaks and memorable outros. Looking to make a name for itself, BP is full of talent and ambition.

A band to watch in the coming years, Basement Project is an innovative crew in a scene filled with far too many generic rock groups.

Lyrics

Masta Now

Written By: Rodney/Rico

Ya Masta Now...

I done did it made another move then I hit it, The psychobootybeatdown got me bobbing in a minute,
I’m in it up to the neck, I pulled it out to check, Saw a soaked up palm dreaming of some fine ass chick. Where my gal? Man nah have a pussy in a cell...what for a mean ol’ body when me have to get bail, where my gal? Man nah have a pussy in a cell...what for a mean ol’ body when me have to get bail...all sail.
But I have to take a look before I get hooked, right hand on the book yet not far from a crook. Many gal a run thing, some of these gals just shake things, other one’s they flaunting, taunting me leaving me wanting more. But I’m out the door, cause she might be a whore, and no disrespectin no money for poony because i’m poor...So what’s it for? Put inside along the ride; slide. We done with glitz and glam now it be time to slam; wide Backside to ground you’ll have to take all my measure. Intake the rear find a piggy bust the pressure.
Mic Selecta on the weekend while I’m digging it, collecting numbers but no digits gonna lick my shit.
I get all sick and twisted when my buddy’s lifted,
all pimped and ready need to find a bitch who’s gifted...so while he’s singing, ‘Ya Master Now’...I’ll be hunting down a prom queen to show her how!

She make me rush, she make me act a fool...wining, dining, chatting, crying; no use for my tool. What a man got to do to get a little screw? Don’t get me wrong I’m sensitive but now I’m needin’ you. Physically ya get to me; it’s symmetry, telepathy, envelop we and send us to our lust fulfilling destiny. Ahead I may be getting so don’t start your wetting, stand at attention and bless my specimen so hard…

Hard times are getting harder, rawer like a mad marauder, louder screams your daughter, fuel inject to start her. Buck wild cause I’m darker, and I got stamina. Was sent to ravage ya, break you in two then bandage ya. I like 'em smooth, soft, supple and larger, a little cloudy eyed from the lager. I'll be a martyr just to catch yo' ass on camera, in all your candor; played the naughty girl I hammered her.
Awoke in the morning, liquor lenses faded, Crept out the window but my ego waited. Screw face dementia, eyeing streetwalkers, she said ‘you looking for a date’...hush ya mouth I’m the talker!    
Rarely proper in the boudoir,
no matter who you are! I turned the quiet girl at work into a porno star. They all love to be swollen and open, primed for a poking; at least I’m hoping. I play some Marvin Gaye followed by 2 Live Crew. I’ll span extremes of ecstasy that lie within you. Do what I like and I’ll fuck you like my boo, create a fantasy meant for but a few.

Ya Masta Now...

©2002 Basement Project

No music No more

Written By: Rodney

No Music No More

Steppin’ out the club, we bobbin’, what’s up?
There’s no music no more, no music no more

I’m out the door getting set for a super night
meeting my lady at 10:30 by the party site
it’s so delightful, I’m looking to get pulled
not over but under the covers, successful
all decked out I let out a shout, Woo...
speakers blasting revealing my route
stand out the club, spot my girl
police abound with thugs; worlds a swirl
hold my shorty tight, entered in closer
posers all over in rented Rovers
eyeing my female, weighing me out
scanning the bling but I sing and rap in drought
so we carried on with the evening
hips sway, lips say; eyes a seeing
images flash, the strobe light casts
shadows on a dance floor before a gun shot blast
hit the ground to the sound of screams
people rushing the door like a bunch of fiends
the place grew dim; I saw my girl tearing
put her head to my chest and just then a feeling...

Steppin’ out the club, we bobbin’, what’s up?
There’s no music no more, no music no more

Magic Life

Written By: Rodney/Rico

Magic Life.

It’s a magic life we live in,
where time is forbidden,
and our love keeps slipping away-ah ee ya ah-

It’s a magic life we live in
where all is not written
and the pages sit in wait-oh o oh yeah-

Miles of sky and seas of blue all around me, it’s a cloudy afternoon in this tortured room for two(she sees the sun then she comes on down)

Miles of sky and seas of blue all around me, it’s a cloudy afternoon in this tortured room for two(she sees the sun then she comes on down)

And all the breath I had... spent trying to save us.
And all the breath I had spent trying to save us...

But it seems useless when every chance we get to reconcile the differences, it seems like more are set.
I feel like splitting half the time but I’m scared to death, all the precious moments we had, don’t wanna deal with regrets, wish I could freeze one moment of perfection and hold it.
Encapsulate the passion and pain and simply postpone it
until the earth re-aligns, between the moon and the sun
I’m looking back with half a smile at how our love begun
I can’t be dwelling on the good when so much is fucked.
we hardly see each other baby half my shit’s in my truck, and every second seems to stretch the days into weeks. I can’t hold out I gotta let you know I’m looking to freak...

It’s a magic life we live in
where love is unforgiving,
and the years keep drifting away-ah ee ya ah-

It’s so magic a life we live in, and it’s hard to admit it
but the feeling’s beginning to fade-oh o oh yeah-

Miles of sky and seas of blue all around me, it’s a cloudy afternoon in this tortured room for two(she sees the sun then she comes on down)

Miles of sky and seas of blue all around me, it’s a cloudy afternoon in this tortured room for two(she sees the sun then she comes on down)

And all the breath I had... spent trying to save us.
And all the breath I had spent trying to save us...

This life is so magical when you’re paired for the crawl,
but you should know being alone ain’t the end of it all. I dream of endless nights spent holding you tight at my chest the tattered remnants of man whose mind doesn’t rest. Wish I could have one more chance to live the romance but it’s all over now baby and I’m awake in a trance, we couldn’t last through all the fights and never ending nights set forth to move along; life’s a ballad, my thrill is gone.
I’m taking it on feet first, head high so I can understand my fate lies ahead in cloudy skies the earth is re-aligned between the moon and the sun

I’m looking back feeling confused but the magic is done....

oh,
its a magical life my friends
it’s a magical life we live
we live in
we lived in
my way living
my way living
it’s too bad you had to go

Discography

Bastard's Basement Demo EP-1996
*Reason for Treason
*Nigger?
*Why Pray
*Unify

Basement Project Demo EP-2002
*Heaven in a sense
*The Flash
*Masta Now
*A day in the life

Basement Project Demo EP-2004
(SUMMER '04 RELEASE)
*Ghettos
*Mambo
*Good Clean Fun
*Bad Boy

Set List

30 min. Setlist...

1) Ghettos
2) Cemetary System
3) Magic Life
4) No Music No More
5) Mambo

Full Setlist...

1) Is it Safe?
2) Cemetary System
3) Ghettos
4) Caught in a Cipher
5) Shelter
6) Good Clean Fun
7) No music No More
8) Magic Life
9) Mambo
10) Masta Now

alternates...

*Funk Doktor
*Rocketship
*Momma
*The Flash