First Order of Business

I have this thing that I sometimes like to do, but am not extremely good at: freestyling. Whenever I get up to do it tho, I am asked for a rap name. I've been thinking about it lately..

For those of you who have seen Flight of the Conchords, I wanted something Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros-esque. For those of you who have not, shame on you. Watch this and catch up with the rest of us, please.

Flight of the Choncords: Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros
So... I came up with the name Flowmingo. A couple of my friends came up with alternative names for me: Ginger G and The Daywalker. Let me know what you think.

One of the few things I have ever been compelled to write, and the most recent, was, in accordance with the theme of this blog, a rap. I'm a little hesitant to share it, but maybe someone will identify with it, who knows. So, for the first audience which is [only in probability] bigger than Kevin's basement, a demonstration of my rapping skills:

LOST
May 25, 2008

my hands are persperatin
as the tempo's elevatin
and there's no contemplatin
as I feel the chords vibratin

so, i'll spew my thoughts for the whole room to hear it,
and there's no time to edit 'fore you listen and i fear it.
cause i'm gonna spout off the things that i am feelin:
how my stomachs turnin and how my head is reelin,

It get's a little deep here.

how i wish i knew my left from my right,
and i wonder how i ever got so far from the light.
i feel so confused and i feel so alone
i feel stupid for admitin, but like i said there's no control

over words that leave my lips,
and i'm embarrassed of the glimpse
of my soul you've captured since
these words made appearance.

so, let's stop and break it for a second.
i'll slow down and fake it cause i reckon

that i've said to much, you've seen me in my skin,
and it's out of my comfort to let anybody in.
and it hurts to admit to myself that i am lost,
to hear these words leave my lips when i know that the cost has been payed.

so, let's stop and break it for a second.
i'll slow down and fake it 'fore i wreck it.

So there it is. I don't know why it's so embarrassing for me to share that because everyone goes through times when they feel a bit inadequate. Welp, probably a little bit much for my first order of business, no? But then again, at least I got to skip all that unnecessary, tiring, nauseating small talk and got right down to business. And I loves me some business.


Flight of the Choncords: Business Time