Bradley

Bradley

 Los Angeles, California, USA
BandHip HopRock

The Modern Day Beastie Boy. Underground lyrics with mainstream appeal.

Biography

You know the feeling when you were younger that you never truly grasped at the time? When you had the whole world to conquer, no serious responsibility, each day presenting a different opportunity, all with this feeling of excitement and ambition flowing through your veins? This feeling flows through the music of Bradley, an up and coming hip hop talent that you dont want to sleep on. Somewhere between the old and new school, between underground and mainstream, between bad-ass and heartbroken this music lives, compelling ears from teenagers to full blown adults with inspiring lyricism and honesty all at the same time. The group is composed of Bradley: polished emcee , alongside Ryan Williams: Jedi Producer. Originally from the mid-west, now making heads nod in Los Angeles, Bradley is the poster child for what an emcee is not supposed to look like. This only pushes him harder pulling in more listens with witty tunes like Soccer Moms, to stories of dysfunctional relationships as in She Said / He Said, to pure hip hop anthems such as Verbal Backflips. Bradleys music stems from positive influences, auto-biographical tales and daily observations all set to the backdrop of some of the hardest knocking beats in this hemisphere. Enter Ryan Williams, eclectic musician / production / engineer extrordinaire. Ryan artistically lays the canvas for the painting which Bradley lays his vocal brush. Influenced heavily from electronica through metal, Ryans hip hop instrumentals dare to go far from the stereotyped montonous looping in hip hop. He is able to use all in his musical arsenal including: piano/synth, strings, guitar licks, thick basslines and tight drum kits with variable changes throughout each composition. With nothing ahead of them but passion and opportunity, the team has set on a tour-de-force to turn the music industry upside down and make this happen now. Now touring with a full 6 piece band entourage, they are already conquering the west coast making this "organic hip hop" come to life!

Lyrics

Mr. Big Stuff

Written By: Bradley

Mr. Big Stuff’s in the Cut like what, you know what’s up doc
Can I rock rock blowin’ up the spot
Stop and shake your belly, it’s the rappin fonzareli
Sell me bling, sell me things, whatever you can’t tell me
I’m not dope, there’s no hope, wash that mouth out with soap
Climb that rope, ain’t no joke, it’s so dope you can’t cope.
With the facts, I’m not black, but I always come correct
Mic (CHECK), Rhymes (CHECK), Skills (CHECK) in that respect
Here we go, watch the flow, cut the fluid like a sword
Mr. Big Stuff’s in flip flops, freestylin’ on a surfboard
Spittin’ raps, but I’ll pass on those clowns bustin caps
I elapse, throw me dap, from the front to the back
It’s like that, it’s like this with the backwards flipped cap
A million smiles and still runnin, still never comin’ wacked
It’s like this, don’t diss, just get out your seat and jump,
Mr. Big Stuff, What, Turn it up so it bumps!!!!

Who I be? Well I be, kickin it with Jimmy D (yeah)
Bradley will rock this country, from sea to shining sea.
Ahh yeah it’s for the partys, the pubs, clubs and bars,
Mr. Big Stuff’s rough enough pump it in your car.
Lodi Dodi, we still like to party,
I’m still bustin’ raps, I’ll still rock your body.
Somebody stop me now, every rhyme is getting’ tighter,
It’s all good, I’ll survive like the eye of the tiger
(Not Rocky) don’t stop me, what I bring is never sloppy
You can’t top me flip floppin’ hip hop in my jalopy.
Just turn it up to ten and tell a friend what you saw,
Mr. Big Stuff sounds like “La-da-di-da-daaaaaa”

Never Know

Written By: Bradley Keys

(Chorus) (Olivia Evita)
I guess we'll never Know,
I don't want to hurt you.
So well never know,
Cause I don't want to hurt too.

(First Verse) (Bradley)
Since the first time I looked in your eyes I never felt the same way,

Wondering if you were the princess that I would let save me.

Hazy's how I feel, peeled and jaded that's real.

More mystified than a crowd watching David Copperfield.

It could heal, be so real, If we were together,

Ain't no end to this bliss miss mystery now that's a better

way to describe cause I thought it was so live,

So live to see me inside inside gettin' so alive.

So arrive at the we blew it or we'll never know floor,

But if you're leaving it's your mistake on your way out close the door.

The door doesn't close, just revolves like the sun,

Get's messed up like the sale table at forever twenty one.

I guess neither of us will ever truly know the real deal,

We'll never know what could have been or the way we feel.

And that's a lame shame, shame on us, no more games,

I'm so tired of these pretentious city girls, know what I'm sayin?

But I saw something past, past you to my surprise,

That feeling I had the first time you glanced into my eyes.

And now I just have to go though wish that I could stay,

So I guess we'll never know, I guess it's easier that way...


(Chorus)
I guess we'll never know
I don't want to hurt you..
'Til you let me go,
Cause I don't want to hurt too...

Now I don't understand, am I too much of a man?

These damn relationships seem to be about the upper hand.

Did the last guy never kiss, diss or neglect you?

But this would be the last dude to ever disrespect you.

A friend in Los Angeles said I should play it cool,

Not return your calls, I called that kid a fool.

See I don't like those games I left them back with kiss and tell,

That’s more fake to me than Ashley Simpson on SNL.

Kind of like a sad love story since we first met,

Casablanca, Braveheart, A Romeo and Juliett.

With fashion as her passion, and I fashion passion,

No drama, just subtle ways to impress and take some action.

If you asked me one question, you’d ask what I meant

If I could ask you one question, I’d ask where you went

Now we’re both asking questions, got us both confused,

But if I’m playing against you, I’d much rather lose…

I just wanna be your prince and sweep you off your feet,

Be your pass to paradise, so why do you retreat?

Wise enough to see the glow this stings like a body blow,

Like a pro, she's outta here yo, I guess we'll never know...

(Chorus)
I guess we'll never know
I don't want to hurt you..
'Til you let me go,
Cause I don't want to hurt too...

Soccer Moms

Written By: Bradley


(CHORUS)
Soccer Moms, rockin volvo's and SUV's
Got it goin' on like Stacey's mom to the Nth Degree
Soccer moms, now who you callin' daddy?
Soccer Mom's got the fever and the cure is Bradley

(FIRST VERSE)
Now she's a soccer mom, and you all know what that means
A mother that I'd like to ___ get up in her jeans
And the sad fact that her husband doesn't do her right
A couple times a month, that's pathetic like a parasite.
Tell your man to fly a kite, clear like antiseptic,
Soccer Mom's are dope, beautiful and domestic.
More desperate than a housewife on a sunday night
Well I'll be the lawnmower man if that's alright?
You know the type, too tight, hot and middle aged,
At her sexual peak time to turn another page.
Or a chapter, after, now she wants a rapper
On the side of her cookie cutter lifestyle I'm glad ta,
Be that desire, it's a duty I take seriously
Close the door, so your kids don't have to hear this see
Oh they're not around let's get loud til this is over
And do it in the back seat of your range rover.

(CHORUS)
Soccer Moms, rockin volvo's and SUV's
Got it goin' on like Stacey's mom to the Nth Degree
Soccer moms, now who you callin' daddy?
Soccer Mom's got the fever and the cure is Bradley

(SECOND VERSE)
Soccer moms, in T-shirts and Seven Jeans
Drive the Psyche Wild, I think you all know what that means.
Rock a smile, her smile is like a cadillac
I'll freestyle yor husband up, he can't even battle back.
Never lack the passion, a habbit of the fashion,
Get one in a hotel, time for some action.
Leave her with a smirk on her face all day
Yeah I'm 20 years younger, but what the hay?
Had me a blast like hot love in the summer
Hey Soccer mom, how bout a hummer in your hummer?
Never dumber, hopefully her man won't be wiser,
That soccer moms got me sprung in her gucci visor.
No Fight only passion, no words of drama
Meet me at my place you fly soccer moma.
I don't care about your man, Tom, Mike, or Dan,
I wrote a song about soccer moms, just because I can!

(CHORUS)
Soccer Moms, rockin volvo's and SUV's
Got it goin' on like Stacey's mom to the Nth Degree
Soccer moms, now who you callin' daddy?
Soccer Mom's got the fever and the cure is Bradley

She Said, He Said

Written By: Bradley

This is a song about a disfunctional relationship that I think we all can relate to at one point or another. The song is entitled: "She Said, He Said" so the first verse is the Ladies Perspective and the 2nd verse is the Man's perspective.

1st Verse: (Woman's Perspective)
I don't care anymore were the words that she spoke,
As she choked on the words as they came out her throat.
These relationships always seem confusing,
I'm so glad you seem to find this so amusing...
Somewhere between a smile and hanging up,
I'm a pour the drink, I just want you to hold the cup.
Come on mr., you're supposed to be my shining night,
But the taste of dissapointment stings me night after night.
In hindsite, your like rest just cut and pasted,
Leave me wondering about much time I wasted.
Waiting for affection, looking at my cell phone,
Saying it's the last time, after this I'll be gone.
I'm prone to lose it, gets abusive with my tone,
And so scared of being out here all on my own.
These Indecisions, cut like incisions, without the percision,
This isn't what she visioned.
A fantasy romance worthy of a poster,
I just wanna dance but not on a roller coaster.
A sucker for your compliments feels like accomplishments,
Time for me to see the world and gain back my confidence.

HooK (2 times):

I know it's time, time ta see world now
Study all the trains tracks try to gain the know how
This She Said, He Said, maybe it's not meant to be
Time to lay my future in the hands of mrs. destiny...

2nd Verse: Man's Perspective

Listen little lady, I'm a give you all I can now,
Though I have a checkered past, I wanna be your man now.
I make mistakes, everybody makes mistakes,
But It seems when I make them everything in your world brakes.
You know I love you, and I hold no one above you,
Your overreactions got me wantin to push and shove you.
But you know I got manner's and would never push a lady,
Still thinking your the only woman that can save me...
Hazy, the days without you in my life,
Wishin you were here to pull and push and raise my farenheight.
I know that it's simpler said than completed,
I wanna be Your shining knight, but now I feel defeated.
Retreated to the bed room, time ta go to bed soon,
Better after this moon, I know you need your head room.
It's noon, baby can't we make this better?
Did we say too much in the ink of this letter?
In a blink, I come to think maybe this is what we both need,
A little time to do the things you do, a little time for me.
These stains pain my heart from the start,
I want to see the ocean but don't want to drift apart.

HooK(2 times):

I know it's time, time ta see world now
Study all the trains tracks try to gain the know how
This She Said, He Said, maybe it's not meant to be
Time to lay my future in the hands of mrs. destiny...

Discography

The Hustle

Set List

Recent Set List from Knitting Factory:
1. Soccer Moms
2. Mr. Big Stuff
3. Never Know (f/ Olivia Evita)
4. Gangster of Love
5. Molly McButter
6. Summer Song
7. Too Hot