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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Friday, January 16, 2004
    Shake ya booty to da skies
     
    I'm no fan of rap, but couldn't fail to be impressed by this week's New Statesman competition winner. The task was to set a well-known carol to rap.

    'Word! Da Guys Wid Halos Go'
    (Hark! The Herald Angels Sing)

    Word! Da guys wid halos go
    Biggin' up da newborn bro'
    Peace on earth, it ain't no joke
    Everything goes better wid coke
    Bangin' all my homies rise
    Shake ya booty to da skies
    Dig da message I proclaim
    Brova is born is Beflehem

    Word! Da guys wid halos go
    Biggin' up da newborn bro'


    Homeboy, all MCs adore
    Homeboy, King for evahmore
    Tell ya, boy, he ain't no sucka
    Daddy ain't no muthaf*cka
    Veiled in bling an' Timberland
    Holy Uzi in his hand
    Pleased to dwell here in da hood
    Man kicks ass and kicks it good

    Word! Da guys wid halos go
    Biggin' up da newborn bro'


    Yo, da heaven-born King of Rock
    Yo, da ruler on da Block
    Beats an' rhymes to all he brings
    Raps like Frank Sinatra sings
    Wild, da rest can take a hike
    Born to rap an' bust da mic
    Born to take da suckas down
    Born to rock dis whole damn town

    Word! Da guys wid halos go
    Biggin' up da newborn bro'


    - by Andy Jackson. My hope is that no-one from the churches will appropriate this 'for the youth', but leave it to stand as the silly gem it is.