Women Senders Blend New Hip Hop with Climbing
Hip Hop Gone Wild is a new video released by Becca Droz that is “made by women, featuring women, for everyone.” The film was the recipient of the Female Filmmaker’s Grant from the No Man’s Land Film Festival. Lyrics below.
“Both Hip Hop and the wild hold space for creative expression to be exercised liberally,” said Droz. “Hip Hop is evolving, so is climbing and so are we.”
The film was produced and directed by Henna Taylor and Becca Droz, with music production by Rawley Gunnels, vocals by Lizzy Van Patten and with original rap by Becca Droz.
Hip Hop Gone Wild
This one goes out to all those who came before us… and to the land! Because before the man owned the land it was no man’s land! Ya heeeaard!
Seatbelts on everyone.
We’re going for a ride.
We got the troop on the stoop and the beats from the crew,
we make a loop so a group full of flow can ensue.
Sounds workin’ in a circuitry of wizardry
like nature’s wild orchestra, reppin’ authenticity.
It’s biomimicry. It’s simplicity.
It’s breathing with the forest of the giving trees.
All aboard the dragon of verbally curious connections.
We are taking off from ground school
bound to travel through multiple dimensions.
(Through multiple dimensions, multiple dimensions, did I mention?)
It looks just like a circle with airy sounds and goofy moves,
but it’s a roundtable of self
expression
moving through the present moods,
a message looming, zooming through the meta grooves.
Exposure contained by repetition of the beat
up from core of the Earth to the street,
osmosis through pores of the surface
to feet ebbin’ and steppin’ in freestyle flow.
Self-seeding questions steep between the toes
and there’s wordplay
(If people think you’re strange, you’re doin’ it right, let me tell you that)
selections displayed in the campfire glow
(Let it flow, let it flow in the glow)
Improvised street side inspired by stream side
meeting safely and star beam ridge rides.
Dreaming daily of bird’s eye, cliff side.
Lichen’s striking colors cover stoic in life
and there’s a slowed down focus…
Slowed down focus of senses in height.
The layers, the layers hilariously peel away
veils lift swiftly, as we drift into another day.
Chorus:
Exposure surrounds and I’m gripping to the ground
Exposure surrounds and I’m gripped.
I’m in my own way.
Gotta free my brain,
tap into my beat.
Nature, dare me to be strange.
Humans stay blind
With mind on the funny greens
Grind city mining for what that dirty money means.
What came before us?
Land love and litter free.
Wonder lost, the cost?:our prep for “reality”
Reality, reality, our prep to step to “reality.”
We think we know it all.
We think we’re in control.
We think we’re the exception for every kind of rule.
So we got to give back, got to satisfy the need
to let down our guard, press pause on the greed.
Chorus:
Exposure surrounds and I’m gripping to the ground
Exposure surrounds and I’m gripped.
I’m in my own way.
Gotta free my brain,
tap into my beat.
Nature, dare me to be strange.
Art outsmarted entropy,
though dark hearts played a part in Destiny staking claim
on the legacy of hip hop’s name.
Now our voices mix and join in formless chorus,
rhythmic lore
Of the Earth (of the Earth) round the Universe.
So go the seasons while we reason with our minds
soul growth, old growth, they take time to see.
Connection out of loneliness,
Grace out of grief
New found hope out of broken down beliefs.
Step, drag x3
Step.
Step dragging baggage searching virtues for a purpose.
Seemingly so meaningless intrinsically it’s worth it
to manifest the moments that make me feel alive,
that bring me sense of peace if today is the last of mine.
Chorus:
I’m in my own way.
Gotta free my brain,
tap into my beat.
Surrounded by void left alone to my devices
I’m gripping to the ground, mind decided it’s in crisis.
I make the choice to face the voice,
of fake fear fronting real,
invite in the bold breath
recite lines to fold the fear.
It’s a wiggle, it’s a wiggle, it’s a wiggle, it’s a dance!
It’s a wiggle not a struggle it’s a dance it’s a dance
It’s a wiggle not a struggle it’s a …. dance
I stare down my burden to bare
of rude self sabotage seduced by phantom cares.
Receive, release, proceed, repeat,
produce the zest that is left through the beat
of the heart of the Earth through our tips and our toes,
We are part of it, the full-time life-show.
It’s a wiggle, it’s a struggle, it’s a dance, it’s a dance
It’s a wiggle and a struggle it’s a …… dance
It’s a wiggle, it’s a struggle, it’s a dance it’s a dance
It’s a wiggle it’s a struggle it’s a dance.
This is Hip Hop Gone Wild
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