Rock the Beat

The art of storytelling is not dead! Namebe Soul is one of the many artists representing for the East Midland Hip Hop community and has teamed up with German beatmaker Ben Bada Boom on production. The Leicester based rapper has just dropped his latest single 'Rock The Beat' which wasn't set for a release at all, but some friends with good ears convinced him otherwise. It's always nice to hear a different accent - the enunciation of words creates a new melody and flow that is foreign yet gripping. The track doesn't lack in lyricism with tongue-twisting rhymes to would make any rap enthusiast think twice. This time last year, Namebe Soul (pronounced nah-me-be-soul) released his debut project SOUVENIRS and it seems about that time that we are due for another.!

wasn't gonna release this (lost the original stems for mixing) but I was convinced otherwise.. /lyrics/ The weight of a thousand suns, I need a lever Tryna breathe ah peace into this piece perceive the combos, flows like John Rambo using push bike to dodge blowing lambos, I direct. Coast like Peter Parker while they surf the Web, how do we stop him, I don't know. This is something like A Hitchcock. Psycho Show. Well that's me, class clown who never fit in when class meet. Now sacks heaps of bars when crowds meet. I feel like kyrie Everyday we spoke about omens, chose moments with hope that we hold this Something that we already had, well the money comes when the money comes Ill wait cuz It's already mad Be at bey blades already here my words cut deep My destiny was laid before the world saw eve Salty But not your definition Define space and time aligned with life exhibition Tortured girls to listen, i would play the victim in my vision, fortune blessed the prison I created forcing up a distance though my soul was elevated I was meditating Separating phases formed upon a new awakening Time for everything in patience I'm facing four rooms that's vacant the famous four heroes stated two Victor's were too abrasive They just skipped town I will live now Moved paradox parallel to my pair of thoughts appears a loss Till I felt the cross, I'm reaching from the pool, I know that we have won Everybody wants to sing a song But most don't really sing the song /...freestyle in the booth../