Brawdcast

Brawdcast

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Biography

Hip-Hop is a genre where artists can succeed temporarily with a mundane style whether it be gangster or back-pack. However the genre defining artists of Hip-Hop who elevate and dominate are the ones who go past just rhyming like a gangster, a battle emcee, or a backpacker. They bring more to their music, and this is where Brawdcast enters. An artist who draws inspiration from great emcees like Common and Big L, and you can hear it in his cleverly crafted punchlines However, he ain’t like the majority of battle emcees, who can’t drop a single track. Brawdcast brings more to the table than just dope rhymes. He brings thought provoking, original concepts to each track that would make Maya Angelou bop her head. Brawdcast’s concepts on tracks range from his relationship to God to straight rocking the microphone, all birthed from his unique upbringing. Brawdcast is from the ‘burbs, and I know what you are thinking; because he is from the suburbs he won’t have any appealing subject matter to drop. I guess it’s a stigma you have to deal drugs to catch an ear or two, but Brawdcast’s unique experiences give him subject matter and a well-rounded appeal. His honesty and genuine spirit is clearly visible, he isn't afraid to soul search, and self reflect on a track for all to hear. His other alias is Brodie Baldwin, or ‘Brodie The Lost Baldwin Brother’. This is the more 'worldly' side of Brawdcast's existance. Only a few years ago Brawdcast was an on-campus Christian Missionary, and at one point he felt led to serve in Alaska, so he moved to Anchorage. However, in the past couple years, Brawdcast has gone through some changes and succumbed to vices. But he refuses to deny his spiritual roots, remaining optimistic that he will not veer too far off course. Everyone is a mixture of good and bad, it’s how tilted your balance is towards each extremity that defines who we are. Whether Brawdcast or Brodie, you know he is going to speak the truth, and that directly ties to the title of his upcoming debut, The Suburban Spokesman. His solo has been a long time coming, but to fully appreciate this release we have to look at his rhyming past. Brawdcast started rhyming in 1997 with the crew “Infinite Skills”. He was the youngest in the crew, and over the next several years writing, ciphers, and battles consumed his life. If anyone wanted to test Infinite Skills lyrically, they would have to come through him first. After his stint with the crew, he has ventured out solo. Since then he has recorded commercials for Russell Simmons’s (that’s right, the biggest man in the industry) energy drink called Defcon 3. He has collaborated with respected artists like Pigeon John and Trek Life. Kutmasta Kurt and Brawdcast were actually in talks concerning a project, but investor issues kept the project at bay. Instead of letting the disappointment hold him back, Brawdcast finds himself on an emerging independent label, O.C. Records. He is no rookie to the game; he has put in his work. The Suburban Spokesman is going to be the release that puts his name on the map, a name and persona shaped by his history. Brawdcast got the flow, determination, and lyrics to take the game by storm. He also has a keen ear for production which you will notice when you hear his tracks. He is flat out the total package, smooth concepts mixed with raw lyrics that would make Big L smile. It’s hard to hype an artist with my words, but as soon as you hear Brawdcast’s debut solo The Suburban Spokesman you’ll definitely believe the hype.

Lyrics

At Last

Written By: Brawdcast

Who the hell do I think I am? Why don’t emotions last?
I feel like I’m doing the running man barefoot on broken glass
Hoping Class ends early so I skate Buy an 1/8 I grew up on the mic when I started I was only 5 foot 8’

Industry survival rates safety nets are designed to break It’s hard enough to find a date let alone find a mate /
Settle down buy a hide-away in some other state Get biz Have kids You die then they divide your pap’s /
But if your Vinyl Makes (pause) “NO NOISE”
Then your first could be your final take, (pause) “Homeboy”
And Sleepers I leave em’ Wide Awake like tweakers outdated like beepers and blinded faith and through their speakers ima find my way /

Digging through the dirt of my past
Worms turn an urn into grass
Hurtin’ for cash My girl thinks I’m Flirting in class
I was certain I’d snap the type To Lurk in back
But now I’m on stage Open the Curtains at-last

The truth is I haven’t had Any Offers and I realize I may never be discovered like the body of Jimmy Hoffa I’m just one of Many Authors that inspire hybrids generations after by leaving my mark like dogs do on Fire Hydrants / I perspire vibrance While waves take out entire islands and tyrants set-off the universal sirens smiling / Virus undetectable flying pilots professional pirates puffing vegetables with respectable migrants
Exceptional kindness I try to speak it Quitting herb? One time I tried a Weekend” by Saturday I started Chiefin’/ again my life’s an odyssey I’m leaving another quest another test another reason I guess

Chorus 2x

Its Unethical most companies won’t even give you Medical
So I supplied a sperm bank for two years with one testicle my writings Illegible
So I word process thoughts of preferred conscious alert the Heard Watching that Brodie from the Burbs Lost It / But he never got served by Herbs Flossing he never got 3rd and kept his word often /That’s why I love the guy and I embrace him he’s tough inside and I’ve chased him through Narnia and the sunken lies of always getting wasted / He’s part-of-ya (face-it)

Sitting in a puddle of indecision pondering past mistakes while it rains opportunity my minds wandering lost in space / Thinking about the future and what it holds / and trying to view it as another leg in the journey not another road /

Digging through the dirt of my past
Worms turn an urn into grass
Hurtin’ for cash My girl thinks I’m Flirting in class
I was certain I’d snap the type To Lurk in back

This Is It

Written By: Brawdcast

I got the lyrics to keep Cal jumping
When I perform I plan my wardrobe Mal-functions the night before
And I’m out of shape but it’s cool I’ve Had Rehearsals Where the sound man got hyper than 6 flag commercials
I’m bad I’ll hurt you In various ways And eat you quicker than asparagus on a vegetarian’s plate
Sagittarius to Aquarius get slayed with hilarious blades I can’t escape my Arrogant ways
So embrace me now and watch my Hype Ripen
You’d swear my financial advisor was Mike Tyson
In the Cyph Fighting No mercy I Wanna Beatbox
My album couldn’t flop if it was Vlade Divacs
I gotta Detox My Heads Disturbed
I rotate rehabs and they All keep my Bed Reserved
Living on the Edge preferred to being a square
You were tight back in the past but YO we’re leaving it there

This is it
Microphones Turn-Tables and Chicks
You gotta have nuts bitch plus be able to Spit
This is it
The Rise of the my words provoke pens
To put in work not a jerk
(The Suburban Spokesman ) !

Other half of chorus is cuts

The grass on my side O’Course it’s Greener
Without the Porsche and Beemer
Tuff? You’re a Bust That’s why you got a Court Sepena
I’ll use my Swartz To Beat up all of your brawds Cheeks cause my freaks are all Crazy and Packing Heat like North Korea
I Live in the Flame and Pity the Sane
To be this dope I had to sacrifice Video Games
I’m mad precise when I spit on the stage I get love
And at the after party no Doubt from girls I get (scratch: the girl moaning)
When I drop you’re coping it but don’t mistake my confidence
I’m a mix of Big L Early Em Words and Common Sense
You’ve heard my dominance Crowd Surf the Continent
I’m cocky But sometimes I’m humble and Worth the Compliment
My verse is prominent among a lot of Mediocrity
Big Brother feed us Democracy by creating Monopoly
You gotta see the Profit Please up Off Your Knees
Your lyrics make me hurl like Roseanne Bar singing an Opera Lead
And you don’t even know how the Enemy Thinks
B4 I take your girl to bed I feed her Energy Drinks
Pretend to be Linked To my camp and You’re Walking the Plank
And your breath controls so bad you need an Oxygen Tank (get a job)

This is it
Microphones Turn-Tables and Chicks
You gotta have nuts bitch plus be able to Spit
This is it
The Rise of the my words provoke pens
To put in work not a jerk
(The Suburban Spokesman ) !

Other half of chorus is cuts

What Now?

Written By: Brawdcast

I just got home from your house now I’m blowing you up/
On your porch I left a note in a box full of your stuff /
With old pictures of me and you kissing and laughing / a CD, that picture you colored for me and a couple tampax’es / Do You still got that Brawdcast Necklace I’m asking do you still wear my promise ring or did you pawn that shit /
Cause on my way back on the 55 I almost yanked my steering wheel but for real this time / If you don’t feel this rhyme Then I’ll write you another / after i graduate you would have been my wife and a mother / And at night under my covers I lie in hell and weep / and hope I don’t wake up while I cry myself to sleep / You tell me I’m just lonely and you’ll call me when your ready to be friends but girl I thought we were best friends already / And when I couldn’t get a dog you said you’d be my puppy so your pet name was puppy but now my eyes are looking like somebody punched me /

I want you so bad I would die right now
Put my mic right down if you came back
cause I don’t like my life right now Somehow I gotta get my babe back
cause all the games she don’t play that

I haven’t ate all day and I don’t plan on doing so / while your with your friends having fun doing the usual my hearts having a funeral the undisputable love of my life you should now I’d do anything to have You to Hold / (punch) “The most beautiful girl” I ever dated /You brought me peace like meditation’ the main reason I got off medication was your love and dedication Now I’m standing on my own Pacing waiting for the phone wasted -/- Away I don’t feel like facing the day I miss pulling on your pig tails and Raising your legs / It’s Amazing we stayed together for so long / but I ain’t ready to wave and say so Long / I’m trying to hold on but I Keep Reminiscing and any peace that I had this has Ceased it’s Existence / So please baby listen let’s go back to the start / You’re my Soul Mate and Your Place is back in my arms /

Chorus 2x

My Suburban B-Girl I’ll never quit you’re my everything I’ll never forget And they say stoners don’t have good memories /
When you grow up and get old will you remember me?
Naw Fuck that, you’re my girl yo it was meant to be/

Discography

12' SINGLE "THIS IS IT" released on O.C. Records (2006)

"The Suburban Spokesman LP" released on O.C. Records (2006)

Set List

I start off the show with an accapella.
Then...."At Last", "Show Time", "Solo Mish", "What Now", "Now", "32 Bars", "Unstoppable", A free-style, "Play On", Finishing with the A-Side to my first single, "This Is It". The set is 30 minutes and always includes dj interaction and crowd participation.