The Bad News

The Bad News

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The Bad News incorporates politically and socially relevant lyricism with all the cutting edge elements of a crossover musical style. Armed with an all-encompassing brand of entertainment, a live performance features two vastly different performers grounded by the smooth sounds of a live band.

Biography

The Bad News, comprised of Dash Speaks and Nickname, bring unique artistry to the world of hip-hop. The Bad News incorporates politically and socially relevant lyricism with all the cutting edge elements of a crossover musical style. Despite their close cultural and musical ties to New York City, Dash Speaks and Nickname transcend a traditional East Coast sound. A live Bad News performance features two vastly different performers grounded by the smooth sounds of a live band. Armed with an all-encompassing brand of entertainment that showcases conscious, musical hip-hop, The Bad News appeals to a wide demographic. The hip-hop duo speaks the languages of pop-culture suburbia and urban realism with a fan base that solidifies The Bad News’ diversified swagger and sound.

Since establishing the label, ¬The Bad News has performed at New York City venues such as The Knitting Factory, Don Hill’s, The Pussycat Lounge, The Lion’s Den, and the world famous S.O.B.’s. In June of 2006, Dash Speaks held a record release party for his solo album, “The Revolution,” in Soho for his personal fan base that came out 500 strong. In addition, The Bad News have gone on multiple Northeast college tours performing at schools like Lehigh (Pennsylvania), Clark University (Massachusetts), McGill University (Montreal), and Plattsburgh State (New York). In April 2007, The Bad News opened for Lupe Fiasco and State Radio in Worcester, Massachusetts. A month later, the hip-hop band opened for The Holiday Parade and Years Gone By at The Knitting Factory. That’s a lot of talk, but our actions speak as loud our words. Check out the revamped Screw York Records website, www.screwyork.com, where you can view a full album autopsy (artists' thoughts, lyrics, and artwork) and download The Bad News’ sophomore album, The Name Speaks Volumes, which was recently nominated as a finalist for album of the year in the 7th annual Independent Music Awards.

Dash Speaks is not only an MC; he is a producer, singer, and songwriter. He currently attends the City College of New York where he majors in Political Science and International Studies. Dash uses this knowledge, along with his natural star quality to interestingly address a variety of topics.

NickName covers a wide spectrum of material: from fashion, to introspective observation, to the madness of love. Nick has grown frustrated with the lack of creativity that defines modern-day, mainstream hip-hop, and remains determined to forge his own identity.

Lyrics

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Written By: Dash Speaks & NickName

[Dash Speaks:]
Live from uptown it’s the Screw York sound
Take it, hit it, pass it around
Live from uptown it’s the Screw York sound
Take it, hit it, pass it around

[Chorus:]
[Dash Speaks & Jade]
I’ve been searching for nothing for so long
baby I miss you, I miss you whenever I’ve been gone
And I’ve traveled over seas and I lived out west
But Mama when I die, when I die, you know where to lay me to rest
And I said aim high, swing low, it’s Bad News and fo sho
You bank on them angels, that’s coming for to carry us home

[NickName:]
Mic Check Mic Check 1-2-1-2
7-2…-3-9-2-2
I phone home, my brother’s voice tells me that he's grown
The city's grown on him I can tell it in his tone
The Big Apple had that same effect on me
The city that never sleeps, never slept on me
And I can almost catch the beat, as footsteps creep
On subway platforms under crowded city streets
I've had fights with the city, long nights with the city
This, ain’t a solo joint I'm passing mikes with the city
I am the city, hand and hand with the city
When we spoke, it was man to man with the city
God Damn it's pretty, crossing the bridge in awe
It's not perfect, but it's perfect for me despite it's flaws
Lady Liberty's tears are rusting her face,
It's not my birthplace, but it's the first place I've loved

[Dash Speaks:]
Live from uptown it’s the Screw York sound
Take it, hit it, pass it around
Live from uptown it’s the Screw York sound
Take it, hit it, pass it around

[Chorus]

[Dash Speaks:]
My heart beats hard in the streets of this city of god
Devine presence in the skyline outshines the stars
Go back through space and time, to the place we start
Realize that I've never left but gone so far
I walk around the PJs to the place I was born
See the rich folks moving in as they're replacing the poor
We got the children of Gotham racing to war
Yet so many problems at home, why would we make anymore
Yet one could, not deny the beauty occupied
In the city that I love where I’ll be proud to die
Where dreams coincide with Po' (Police) rollin' by
The fiends go and hide, we just roll our eyes
And so woe is mine, as you pose as my muse
Oh my, no lies, you provoke the truth
And so I speak to you till death do us part
I'll always have your words, as you do my heart

[NickName:]
If you ride with Screw York till the day that you die
Come on and put you hands in sky
If you bump Bad News till the day that you die
Come on and put your hands in the sky
And if you rep New York till the day that you die
Come on and put your hands in the sky
And if you love hip-hop till the day that you die
Go on and put your hands in the sky, come on

[Chorus]

[Dash Speaks:]
Live from uptown it’s the Screw York sound
Take it, hit it, pass it around
Live from uptown it’s the Screw York sound
Take it, hit it, pass it around
Live from uptown it’s the Screw York sound
Take it, hit it, pass it around
Live from uptown it’s the Screw York sound
Take it, hit it, pass it around

[NickName:]
If you ride with Screw York till the day that you die
Come on and put you hands in sky
If you bump Bad News till the day that you die
Come on and put your hands in the sky
And if you rep New York till the day that you die
Come on and put your hands in the sky
And if you love hip-hop till the day that you die
Go on and put your hands in the sky, come on

Showin' Off

Written By: Dash Speaks & NickName

[Chorus:]
[Dash Speaks' voice screwed]
You pack the glass, I smoke, you hit the resin (Bad News)
You pack the glass, I smoke, you hit the resin (Bad News)
It's the music de pediquo, and I push that shit in kilos
The music de pediquo, the music de pediquo, the music de pediquo,
And I push that shit in kilos, the music de pediquo

[Dash Speaks:]
Hittin' the game head on like Zidene Zidane
promethzene and Don, I'm leanin', but I'm calm
The evening, when it's on, I can feel it in my tummy
as these A&R's lick their lips like I threw them nummies
I used to roll with haters when I was a novice,
but I pist-ons on my old team like Ben Wallace
And I try to be humble, ain't saying that I'm modest
But if I tell you I'm the best, then baby I'm being honest
Intimidated by fame, infatuated with freedom
My Punch lines so hard, my rhyme book's bleeding
My lips do the talking, my throat does the breathing
My tongue is salsa dancing, my gut does the speaking
My mind does the writing, my heart does the beating
And my gums feel the repercussions of a long weekend
Sick to the point, I spit joints with a smoker's cough [cough:]
Excuse me, I'm showing off

[Chorus]

[NickName:]
Silly caucasian boy likes to play with mics
Still take a shit on a verse, it took you days to write
I'm battle browsing, just to make sure I'm ramble rousing
And get the crowd sounding like a thousand cattle drowning
You got no slight chance, once I enter fight stance,
Armstrong like Lance plus a nut minus tight pants
You do the math, screw the past, it's the present
You pack the glass, I smoke, you hit the resin
I hop a plane to Maui and get laid in sunshine
Then laid at lunchtime, that's a Hawaiian punch line
Unwind for ladies, wind it up for the fellas
Haters can't phase me, so the time is up for the jealous
Sipping sizzurp, like a stay with a cold and a cough
Roll up on your favorite rapper and I told him he's soft
So fall back, boy boy, you gotta know when you lost
I'm god's chosen to floss, N dot, I'm showing off

[Chorus]

[Dash Speaks:]
I do for the hustlers, fuck it, whoever with it then
Get it while the gettings good, go on and get it then
Grace them with the gift of gab, that god gone given him
Got them shaking like Sham god, damn God you killing them
Soft with his songs, psalms, palms is clasped to
Rewrite the wrongs that I written as a rapper
Right to stay left, we reach righteous faster
But tell it like it is, leave preaching for the pastor
Provence to Puerto Rico, Mosbique Taquito
It's the music day pediquo and I push that shit in kilos.
Summertime streets covered in snow like Taurino
As the boy Harv Rhythm kicks flows like Rondaldino
If be my resurrection, one day it will all make com sense
I'm like Che Guevara, fuck the ice, man, I'm complex
It Won't Be Long, till The Revolution, I'm holding off
My name is Dash Speaks and I'm showin' off

[Chorus]

Soul Shine Down

Written By: Dash Speaks & NickName


[Chorus:]
[Dash Speaks singing and NickName background]
Said we put in our work now
And our doubts are getting murked out
And our luck's been reversed now
Damn, this shit is really gonna work out
How you feel right now homeboy
How you feel right now homeboy
How you feel right now
I don't know I don't care but let my soul shine down

[NickName:]
I spark sess on a central park fence in the cold rain
Bumpin' Coltrane's Central Park West
The high is harmless, the vibe just uplifts
Mind, body, soul purpose is work this
Rhyme book...took time, look where I'm at now
Bad News...the underground's biggest fuckin' cash cow
A one of a kind rap, unsigned act
Leave you like, "yo, yo, run that fuckin' line back"
We kick facts, cause we got friction with fiction
Made our mission the attrition of the competition's contradiction
Gotta listen, gotta hustle, gotta lift with out a muscle
Got ambition, hear a chuckle, but the flows to loud to muffle
Jot a couple for the game, write a few for love
Everything that I do, I do for love
For the sold out show, for the wild front row
The fame, the fast lane is not my M.O.

[Chorus]

[Dash Speaks:]
Thou has becomith to me a predator
Instead of the competitor you were now you're a replica
Except for the fact, my music moves better than crack
Pumping through the city like Con Edison jack
That's why they call me the light, it's like I ain't white, I'm bright
I'm golden, I'm god's chosen monster on the mic
Flow is retarded, like my mouth's a fuckin' lead pipe
Views are so far left, that they're actually right
But hip-hop's got an attitude, that's why I'm going back to school
So this ain’t what I have to do, in case I lose the passion to
Lately if you askin' dude, if he's been in the rapping mood
I'm like "not really", and cats look like they be mad at you
Damn, it wasn't part of the plan to get this serious
But I've had this dream so long, I feel like I'm delirious
In a cold sweat up at the plate in the ninth inning
It's game point, but the point of the game is not winning

[Dash Speaks and NickName:]
They all feel it
Cats is trippin' though
They just don't know
Gotta make it happen
Say word
Word

[Chorus]

Discography

"It Won't Be Long", August 2005 - Independently Sold
"The Revolution" (Dash Speaks solo album), June 2006 - Independently Sold
"The Name Speaks Volumes", July 2007 - Available for Free Download on our website, full albums in cases are given out for free, currently on college radio sampler through ourstage.com, nominated for Album of The Year in the Independent Music Awards

Set List

The set list changes for almost every show. The Bad News usually does one cover at each show that is either a well-known hip-hop beat or alternative pop song. Sets are typically between 45 and 75 minutes.