Biography
Tai Mahmud (Rapper/lyricist) Tai Mahmud has taken a large step from where he was 1 year ago.
After starting to record his album, he changed his name from ‘Osiris’ to using his own birth name and got rid of over 60 tracks. Taking a cleaner approach to his music, TM decided to relieve himself from using any profanity in his material by opting to continue with his favoured conscious technique.
An epic lyrical artist (and rapper) on all levels, Tai Mahmud has become such an accomplished lyricist that he is becoming more and more in demand for the skill of songwriting in the ever increasing effort to produce original and unique sounding songs.
The Songwriter has such a unique flair for writing that it instantly shows in the opening sections of any piece he has written – evident from the first few words right up until the end with consistency. Colourful vocabulary and punch lines show with an intense and gripping flow that distinguishes Tai from a rising genre.
A recommended visit to any of his performances if you have the chance to attend, and you will be left mesmerized by his lyrical creativity and energy. The buzz is building, and his debut album (which is currently being recorded) is being eagerly awaited. I have heard some of the tracks, and let me tell you, it is definitely worth waiting for.
Samples
'The Night Listener'
Directed at guilt a menace stands in secretion
Held back by chains with an agenda
Cold skin is left red by a pointless incision
A soldier of fortune left scarce from no provisions dominated by baneful whispers
A native prospect left for dead among the misters,
A credible circumstance viewed with black eyes upon a shady vision
The singular dark cloud escapes from a thousand splendid suns
Whilst the tranquillity of blue skies knows the pestilence has risen
Within a Chastising situation of pretending
The disgusting night-time firework impending
Holds the breath of innocence refrained from her lungs
A womb of Islam is comforting to the faithful
The calling of an Angel’s message becomes too graceful
Orphaned for life the blood lays beneath the ripped skin scars
Hoping for love is nothing short of growing up too fast
Biological suffering slowly greets hollow demise
Following uncertainty - a reciting from the Qu’ran
Bestowing knowledge of deen every action is calm
The intolerable influence is what had menaced her palm
Leading the stray, compromising haram
Correcting behaviour the good deed banished the tears
Oppression had fallen, with the rise of new fears
Growing up in a nut shell pain becomes a new friend
Whilst the good times absconded
Know one knew of remission
Parental existence became a luxury flaw
As to lose them again surely the spirit would fall
Amazing - How your daughter feels happy
Yet someone a gene-pool apart neither knows you or of you
Knowledge of a better life would make a heart turn blue
Feel like you and receive no charity like you
Listening out in the night for salvation
A gentle hand covers the shoulders
Only it is the wind of misfortune
No Zakat her life buried in ruins
An Atlantis type body
No more, a transition into zinc and carbon
Not even the solitude of casing
Her eyes faced something rare
Her life had faded away - Without one comfort or one more single prayer
'Hero'
Remembrance of the guided sun
Swept away by solar arrow
The relief of release from bows of vain
Lift the heads of sorrow
Cremated sight fell the shroud of vision
Prosperity buried in untold fear
Distraught in forfeit lay the spirit of man
While weakness lay in tears
Spear of destiny ignites the sword within
The gracious applied the deed
The proud of dead and next of kin
From the shackles at last are freed
Hope and anger drives the mortal soul
Frailty faults the chosen one
Inside outbreaks the light in darkness holed
Baneful hearts become undone
Hailed at last the arrival of the king
Envy cast by only few
Even the dark minded raven sings
At last our dreams come true
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Posted on Wednesday 14th May 2008 11:33 am
'Fall Of Geneva'
The Accolade of suffering brings me closer to my creation
ascension into orbital discretion is severed by the physical reality
the fear that gripped the soul was never absorbed by the shock centricity
instead, the conjuring aroma of authentic regret
shaped the fateful tears that diminished the dying hope of infant cause
the complexity of ignorance runs deeper than thought
but what is deeper than the mind sentence is the infliction to gain rule
the deep of black oil is where the courage of men sleeps
coltan and conflict where the sisters blood completion weeps
deafened by commercialism but still have faith as Muslim
the sheriff of fake vengeance will stalk a mind but not mine
the unborn child stained with uncertainty still struggles for movement
but yet its still the resolution of a supposed pious mans delusional choices
hijacker of my religion, but still belief isn’t proof of scent
a courageous adornment but un-edged is the silent voices
I’m a son of verses state but my peaceful means gather rally
Any alternative, of death in vein
Still emerges a troop in parry
Belief in the lines, or a belief in me
But still I question my own choices
But one thing that cannot be overturned is the overwhelming source of forces
A dark angel struggles beneath a continuance of shrouded vision
Deputy to a council of detriment
Your body may be free but your mind snared before clouded prison
Excelling in political sediment
A tear is finally lost
What happened to my ancestors
I still see mirrored a moving cost
Differences in views of conduct
The death in the air froze a line drawn in the sand
Before streaming they already crossed it
Unknowingly before the blood followed the crease in my hand
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sally jenkinson
Tue 5th Aug 2008 22:58
mate, i just listened to Fall of Geneva. proper mind-blowing. are you still doing music stuff too? can i hear it anywhere? sal xx