J-BiRD The Straybird

J-BiRD The Straybird

 Los Angeles, California, USA
BandHip Hop

If you could amplify the light reflected off the moon from the sun, over a breakbeat that's never been heard before, coming out of a speaker that Rakim just kicked a hole in... Then you got the sounds of J-BiRD! It's Hip-Hop, It's soul, it's a little bit a rock, it's poetic and it's body movin'!

Biography

Born and raised in Los Angeles, CA. J-BiRD started rapping around the age of 15. His musical influences not only consist of hip-hop artists but includes artists from many other genres. Such as the Beatles, Sam Cooke, Nirvana and Miles Davis. At a very young age J-BiRD was introduced to the performing arts. Dancing, acting and writing, thanks to his Mother and Father, both of whom were performers and directors/writers of stage and on tv.
J-BiRD would soon discover hip-hop and it was love at first listen. Many days were spent trying to get the radio to catch K-DAY so he could listen to half static flows of some of the early pioneers of the genre, such as Run DMC, The Beastie Boys, Rakim, KRS-One and many others. As an Ayyám-i-Há gift one year his mother bought him his first album. Actually it was a cassette of Run DMC’s King of Rock. He played all the time on his boombox. Later on he watch Yo MTV Raps everyday and discover new artists, styles and music. More cassettes would follow. Then cds... He soon started to flow and write his own rhymes and everyday perfected his beatboxing skills while walking to school. Also like most MCs he freestyled to himself whenever he was alone.
Then in the mid 90’s he was a founding member of The Justice Leeg. An underground L.A. group that did total of 4 albums together before disbanding after almost 10 years. J-BiRD was also apart of the Dawn Breaker Collective. A group formed by young Baha’i musicians in the mid 2000’s. During this time J-BiRD started making beats and producing.
J-BiRD decided it was time to venture out on his own and in 2007 did his first solo effort and started performing with his friend and DJ, DJ Dinari who backs him up on the wheels of steel (turntables).

J-BiRD has worked a few other artists throughout his career. Writing and producing a myriad of different genres. His beat making and song writing is only superceded by his ability to rock the mic.

And now a story...

A young boy was walking through the forest one bright day and passed an old monk wearing headphones, listening to an ipod and bobbing his head. The young boy was a little surprised to see a holy man doing such a thing and stopped to ask him what he could possibly be listening to.

The old monk replied, “J-BiRD the Straybird.”

“Who is that,” asked the boy?

“He’s a musician, a poet! The monk excitedly responded.

“What does he sound like?” the boy questioned.

The monk paused and looked to the sky. The forest fell silent as he thought and chose his next words carefully.

After what seemed like an eternity to the boy, the monk very slowly and deliberately said...

“If you could amplify the light reflected off the moon from the sun, over a breakbeat that’s never been heard before, coming out of a speaker that Rakim just kicked a hole in... Well, that’s what it sounds like.”

The monk then continued on his way. The boy just stood there for a few seconds and then ran home to look up J-BiRD the Straybird on his computer.

J-BiRD rocks mics and crowds all over the world. He continues to produce and write songs almost everyday. Like the genre he most adores, does and lives. He... “Can’t stop and won’t stop!”

‘Nuff said...

Lyrics

Oh No

Written By: J-BiRD the Straybird

I raised my pen to the sky and it got struck by lightning.
It started to bleed and then I started to writing.
Blood red, red ink spilled onto the page.
That soon turned black when I turned to my rage.
Inside, outside twisted souls wanna scream.
These Jeklys wanna Hyde
These children wanna dream.
Dark like the shadows on the twilight zone.
Scared like a traveler who's far from home.
Lost in the ocean and the seven seas.
Lost in the desert dirt down on his knees.
Praying to whatever God just might be listening.
Everybody's here and yet somebody's missing.
So listen for the bugle it'll wake ya up.
Love will bring ya down and it'll break ya up.
I wrote these few lines just to mess ya up.
You're looking kinda empty let me fill ya cup.

Oh no oh no oh no oh no...

When it rains it pours and I'm about to thunder.
Fly so high I'm gonna make ya wonder.
Who the? How the? Where the? What the hell?
How he rhyme so tight? How he flow so well?
How he move so? How he groove so?
How he drop it when he rock it on the two, four?
On the one, three well just watch me.
On a twelve inch tape or a cd.
I never trust a big butt and run when they smile.
Well I'm a make it worth (say what) yeah make it worthwhile.
And go like a mile, a mile in a minute.
Hold tight while I rock it buckle up while I spin it.
And skin it like a cat see theres more than one way.
I'm sick of this and that cause' this and that is out played.
I'm sorry played out.
I'm going way out.
Love. Angel. Music. Baby.
There's no doubt

Oh no oh no oh no oh no...

On a caravan of loss on a caravan of pain.
Through the valley of love. Loss. Losing the game.
Racing against the clock slowly running out of time.
Deleted all my beats. Quickly running out of rhymes.
Understand I'm a man who's under the gun.
Heat down beat down by the California sun.
These winters ain't winters but they seem so cold.
Hollywood in any season it may freeze your soul.
In the prime of my life and yet I seem so old.
I forgot who I was and lost sight of goals.
So I struggle against time. Send my love on the wind.
Heroes become villains. I've made enemies of friends.
Rules must made and rules must be obeyed.
But I don't live by your rules and I don't care what ya say.
Love is pain and joy. Now see that's a fact.
But... How ya love when they won't love ya back?
When they don't love back?

Oh no oh no oh no oh no...

Keep It Movin'

Written By: J-BiRD the Straybird

It goes karma karma, karma chameleon.
I got a bite I think I'll reel it in.
And it's a big one. About a two ton.
Make room please step back son.
It's a micra, it's a micra, it's a micra.
My microphone phone.
Once again it's on, on.
Let's let's...
Let's get ready to rumble.
Big beats in this concrete jungle.
Don't move, don't fall don't stumble.
B-Boy spin, windmill tumble.
Flip, fly, slip, slide.
And follow me as we ride.
I'm a prince of L.A. Swallow your pride.
If you got a problem we can take it outside.
It's off the hook, It's off the chain.
I can freestyle right off the brain.
But if it's written it's all the same.
Bring the hop, I'll bring the pain.
Talk the talk walk the walk.
Walk the line, watch the signs.
Watch the sky, do or die.
Me oh me, my oh my!

Say we rock! (We rock!)
Non stop! (Non stop)
Hardcore (Hardcore!)
Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop!)
Body shakin'! (Body shakin'!)
Keep it groovin'! (Keep it groovin'!)
B-Boy breakin'! (B-Boy breakin'!)
Keep it movin'! (Keep it movin')

Take a deep breath, now hold it.
Ya got a bad hand then fold it.
and don’t act like this ain’t fresh
I know you know, act like you know’d it.
The beat’s on whatcha waiting for?
The beat is hot whatcha waiting for?
It’s fresh like new right out the box.
Like white water right off the rocks.
Refreshing impressing distressing
Breath of fresh! It’s the best!
Who could test? Who could mess?
It’s got me too! I must confess.
Come one come all. Young and old.
I don’t care if you’re shy or bold.
You see I came to turn the party out.
Throw your hands in the air now, scream shout!

We rock! (We rock!)
Non stop! (Non stop)
Hardcore (Hardcore!)
Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop!)
Body shakin'! (Body shakin'!)
Keep it groovin'! (Keep it groovin'!)
B-Boy breakin'! (B-Boy breakin'!)
Keep it movin'! (Keep it movin')

Ayo the beat is banging the music hanging.
Gently floating through the sky.
The crowd is jumping the bass is bumping
Come on J-BiRD time to fly.

The beat is banging the music hanging.
Gently floating through the sky.
The crowd is jumping the bass is bumping
Come on J-BiRD time to fly.
Come on J-BiRD time to fly.
Come on J-BiRD time to fly.
Come on J-BiRD...
Come on J-BiRD time to fly.

It goes 1, 2, 3, 4,
The beat is on whatcha waitin’ for?
I said 4, 3, 2, 1.
We ain’t gonna stop ‘til we see the sun.
I said 1, 2, 3, 4,
The beat is on whatcha waitin’ for?
I said 4, 3, 2, 1.
We ain’t gonna stop forget the sun.

We rock! (We rock!)
Non stop! (Non stop)
Hardcore (Hardcore!)
Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop!)
Body shakin'! (Body shakin'!)
Keep it groovin'! (Keep it groovin'!)
B-Boy breakin'! (B-Boy breakin'!)
Keep it movin'! (Keep it movin')

Come On

Written By: J-BiRD the Straybird

I got devastating rhymes.
With some devastating lines.
With these elevating beats.
I be devastating minds.
Bringing bringing down the house.
Every every single time.
Put that funk up in your trunk and got you moving your behind.
Psycho psycho psychic.
Yes I like it.
Pulsing pumping moving jumping.
Bumping leaning eyes is beaming.
Honey pouring milk is creaming.
people shaking doubters doubting.
From the valley to the mountain.
This my style this my form.
Bite my style my birds will swarm
Stranger anger this is danger.
Dangerous notorious.
J-BiRD always victorious.
Like like sunshine shine glorious.
Flying high standing strong.
Moving fast left right or wrong.
Follow now now come along.
Raise a fist sing sing this song.

When was the last time
You had a good time?
I mean a good time.
Come on let’s some spend time.
It’s just a party ya’ll.
Come on get off the wall.
Come on let’s spend some time.
Come on come on come on!
We roll we ride, we live we die.
We rock we roll, we fall we fly.
We sing we dance. All day all night.
Now take a chance on love tonight.

These MCs I rock’em sock’em.
Electricity I shock’em.
From the top down to the bottom.
Hot tracks hot rapps yes I got’em.
Shake it shake it please don’t break it.
Stop your fronting don’t you fake it.
It’s your move now go head take it.
If you’re not feeling it then forsake.
Move it move it like ya mean it.
Got a dream then go head dream it.
Dream it dream it live it work it.
Life I know it ain’t that perfect.
Time is pressing, life depressing.
Keep on moving keep on stepping.
Always climbing always trying.
Like this bird is always flying.
Always rhyming flipping turning.
Field is dry now field is burning.
Ashes ashes dust to dust.
Bless the maker we now trust.
Hands in air ‘cause it’a must.
We live we die we love we lust.
We love we lose we try we fail.
we don’t give up ‘til we prevail.

When was the last time
You had a good time?
I mean a good time.
Come on let’s some spend time.
It’s just a party ya’ll.
Come on get off the wall.
Come on let’s spend some time.
Come on come on come on!
We roll we ride, we live we die.
We rock we roll, we fall we fly.
We sing we dance. All day all night.
Now take a chance on love tonight.

It’s just a party ya’ll.
It’s just a party ya’ll.
It’s just a party ya’ll.
It’s just a party ya’ll.

It’s just a party ya’ll.
Come on get off the wall.
It’s just a party ya’ll.
Come on come on come!

When was the last time
You had a good time?
I mean a good time.
Come on let’s some spend time.
It’s just a party ya’ll.
Come on get off the wall.
Come on let’s spend some time.
Come on come on come on!
We roll we ride, we live we die.
We rock we roll, we fall we fly.
We sing we dance. All day all night.
Now take a chance on love tonight.

When was the last time
You had a good time?
I mean a good time.
Come on let’s some spend time.
It’s just a party ya’ll.
Come on get off the wall.
Come on let’s spend some time.
Come on come on come on!

Discography

J-BiRD the Straybird - EP 2008
From L.A. With Love - Mixtape 2010

Set List

Can do sets ranging from 30mins to an hour and a half.

Typical 45 min set
1. Bounce
2. Come On
3. Hurting Me
4. L.A. Streets
5. Lost
6. You Don't Care
7. Oh No
8. Keep It Movin'