Chosen

Chosen

 Albany, New York, USA
SoloHip HopAlternative

I describe the music that I do as rap alternative. It blends different genres of music together to create something out of the norm in hip hop today. A more mature sound is the goal, without giving up the essence of it.

Biography

I have been writing music and poetry for years and have participated in various music shows, conferences, talent shows and public access video shows as well. People have always stated that they can understand what I say in my songs, more than other rap songs that they have heard. I try to mesh my experiences with my spirituality as well as my hope for a better world, politically and socially.

Lyrics

My Mic Runneth Over

Written By: Greg Cooper

My Mic Runneth Over
I got rhymes for days and I rhyme for pay**people want to walk this way when I’m in the fray**its like I’m in HD when I MC**write rhymes in 3D as it rotates on a CD**I’m ready for the rap wars, so non rappers, you gonna’ get yours**so when I come knocking, I’m knocking down doors**this ain’t the regular, I’m a Christian, but this is secular**combat the negative so I make this whole game irregular**I’m like zen with a pen, the yen times 10**swimming with goldfish and I’m like a shark’s fin**make heads spin like rims, when I drop the gems**some too light for this heavyweight, so you better hit the gyms**I’m tempted when I hear the FM**with all this mf and fm, so I’m here because the soul seemed to left them**I bless the airwaves ‘cause maybe a soul will be saved**so now you know the flav, so go ahead get a pen and a pad and be brave
HOOK: my mic runneth over, who else could be, but me, yes, the rhyme flowa’ (4x)

Now you can get with this, or you can just forget that**my styles like needles in a haystack when you feel the kickback**so every time I rhyme its like high noon**I harpoon these goons, they want to switch to AM when they hear my FM tunes**my rhymes like the elephant in the room**they try to deny, but they can’t when I spit the doom**then the mic becomes like a hot potato for the haters**check the data, my flow sharp like the teeth on an alligator**what’s the 4-1-1, you dial the 9-1-1**its like the mic is a gun so all the non rappers better run**or hushhh, when I’m bringing the headrush**all they can do is cuss and fuss, ‘cause lyrically they get crushed**its like I spontaneously combust**in this alternative rap you can put your trust

HOOK: my mic runneth over, who else could be, but me, yes, the rhyme flowa’ (4x)

I’m like a rhyme technician, a rap politician**so I’m politickin’, while they bitchin’ so now you have to switch your position**no interest in number one spots, just bring you what’s hot**any rhyme I design equivalent to a thousand watts**I shake up the industry, ‘cause no one like me is heard**hit more than a nerve when I serve with a swerve**but they want to talk street like that’s the only way to eat**so I compete by bringing another kind of heat**different words and different beats have ‘em nod their heads in the seats**look for more of an audience to reach**while they stay stuck on being hardcore acts**I stay sharp as an axe, speak the facts and watch them overreact**speak with tact, even with the verbal attacks**I hijack the mic jacks with the lyrical anthrax

HOOK: my mic runneth over, who else could be, but me, yes, the rhyme flowa’ (4x)

Put Your Hands Up

Written By: Greg Cooper

Put Your Hands Up
Now we need to forget about the bickering and beef**too many chiefs, but I’m here to relieve the grief**what color you wear, what color’s your hair, we need not to care**or do crimes for dares**got 99 problems don’t’ need one more**we need more to open the door for the poor**the young sag their clothes, fight and kill the foes**and on education the case is closed**the money open their nose for fake status and woes**some highs and too many lows and that’s how the story goes**you better recognize your positions**when the wise talk just listen, all this negativity got our minds switching**all this ignorance got us playing ourselves**rebel yells, gun shells ‘cause negativity sells**but I represent for the ones who want the peace**now you can wipe the tears trickling down your cheek

Now what caused the beef, what caused the blood in the streets?**and what caused all the heat for the peeps?**it’s the greed for reps that’s why Jesus wept**in your brain is where the real weapon is kept**we can’t get a grip so we bug and flip**but we need to ease back and don’t trip**we need to keep the good times comin’**make songs to keep ’em hummin’ and keep those Cd’s runnin’**so grab the person you with, 2 step or dance and keep your hands in the air**’cause these days, having fun is rare**I know you ain’t prepared for what life brings**but a new day’s coming that’s why birds sing**so stop trying to be queens and kings selling souls for blings**showing off cars and rings**so leave all the animosity at the door**and shake what you got ’cause that’s what songs are for**

So nod your head and sway, forget all the bad that happened today**so listen up and just walk this way**this is the alternative to the b.s.**to follow me you don’t need a gps**here to clean up the rap mess, by no request**something to press the north, south, east and west**put smiles to those under duress, on my rap quest**this ain’t got you swinging? Surely you jest**turn the fists into peace sings, that’s why I rhyme**rap had been stagnant for so long, so its about time**that something new and refreshing comes to the rescue**but don’t hate, ‘cause respect is due**I bring the old to new so you can sweat and dance for a few**urban, suburban, thugs and hillbillies too**be glad to get a break from the normal tunes**and if this blows like balloons I’ll be back soon

Discography

I have only produced demos at this time.
I hope to launch a limited CD sometime this year independently.

Set List

I don't have a typical set list and my songs are generally between 3:30 and 4 minutes long