The newspapers have this section they keep publishing wherein they tell you how you can achieve a celebrity’s look for less. They also have a column titled ‘How To Be’, where the writer tells you, well, how you can be someone or something depending on the writer’s mood. It is these sections that have inspired me to present.
HOW TO BE RED BANTON or any other ROCO ARTIS
I know, it seems like a cheap shot, right? I mean, why would I go out of my way to pscho-analyse Tony something or the other. Well, for one thing, because I can. You don’t see me doing that on your blog do you? No. Which means I can get away with it here! Also, I suspect that Red wants to be Kanye West.
I don’t mean that in a bad way, but his rhyming style is sorta like, “oh look at me, I sound like Kanye”. His personality is nothing like Kanye’s. Kanye has an ego problem, Banton is a simple man. And says shit like “I’m a simple Banton-ee”.
Let’s look at Kanye’s flow then, for good measure, Red’s.
Kanye: Who killin em in the UK. Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly, because most of this press don’t f**k with me. Estelle once said to me, cool down down don’t act a fool now now. I always act a fool oww oww. Ain’t nothing new now now
Red Banton: I used to be Red Bantoni, now I’m a simple Bantoni, no longer the one Bantoni, even my lady calls me Bantoni…
Arguably, there are very few words that rhyme with Banton, so yeah, let’s work within our means.
The average Ugandan song combines (I hate this word) vernacular and innuendo in a delicate mix that results in what holds the appeal of a soaked piece of toilet paper…but with a certain staying power the likes of which we have not seen since Rasta Rob’s last song…
- You will also want to throw about a couple of random phrases:
- Kablim kablam we come back randomly – Weasal Ma Nizzo
- We don’t nnyinyyi we just yiyiyiyi – Ragga Dee
- Kamwokya – Bobi Wine
Yeah, that’s pretty much it. Not a lot of thought goes into some of our songs. Don’t get me wrong, the GNL’s and Klear Kut peeps are a decent lot, but when it comes down to the music that’s not Hip Hop, you can compose a song in your sleep.. In fact, I did.
This ka-song is original,
Zi message zensindika zibeera subliminal
Walahi, the way I do it should be called criminal
Even tho’ tha flow is borrowed from Red Bantonee
I respect and admire Red Bantonee
I met a chic and she called me Antonee
I said no, I just look like Antonee
Then she groped me and held my Bantonee
I said ouch and observed that “you really want onee,
You really really want tony
She nodded yes and kept holding the bantonee
Making me horny horny horny
Like that cartoon, my little pony pony pony
That I watched on my sony sony sony
It was a fake, a SQNY, so a phoney phoney phoney
That’s when I figured this stuff was serious
I didn’t have to be a genius
How did it end, I bet you are curious
My intentions were dubious
The glint in her eye; devious
Catch you later