Biyogya better known by his stage name Nobe Raw Rapper In addition to his solo career (Nep Hop) http://biyogyarai.blogspot.in/ http://www.biyogya.webs.com
Monday, June 23, 2014
On the other hand
Gangsta rap was a side effect to the various wrongdoings that were being done to Black people in underprivileged neighborhoods.
Gangsta rap is a subgenre of hip hop music that evolved from hardcore hip hop.
Gangsta rap is a subgenre of hip hop music that evolved from hardcore hip hop. The genre was pioneered in the mid-1980s by rappers such as Schoolly D and Ice-T, and was popularized in the later part of the 1980s by groups like N.W.A. After the national attention that Ice-T and N.W.A attracted in the late 1980s and early 1990s, gangsta rap became the most commercially lucrative subgenre of hip hop. Some gangsta rappers have been associated, or allegedly have ties with the Bloods or Crips gangs
Life and career Early life and beginnings
Life and career
Early life and beginnings
Biyogya Nehwang was born on April 4. 191, in Mirik Dist- Darjeeling, into a Nehwang family. When he was about 10 years old, he Father Died. He started learning music age 14 he started rapping, and went to Kurseong for his study and Biyogya started working with spears band as a bass guitarist and rapper.
Biyogya ( Nobe Raw Rapper ) have done showcase with his band members and done lot of fun and enjoyable memories. He have good knowledge of music like Buzz, Jazz, R&B, Mattel, Classical, and skill of vocal etc.
Biyogya have one quality that his every rap song's he sing's without writing any lyric.
Biyogya have face lot of struggle in his life, he was like a home less kids. He have been broken down and rearrange so many time just like a zig- show puzzle in his life, sadness and sorrowfulness like silkworm feed on mellbarry leaf. But also he never give up, he keep on practicing rap. When he was student he recorded his first song hey love, mo bakari.
I can't talk to nobody, I feel like nobody understands,
I can't talk to nobody,
I feel like nobody understands,
So I pick up some paper and grab me a pen.
You see me smile, but if you only knew
The things that I hold on to,
And just can't seem to let go.
I know I must forgive and I said that I do,
But I don't really think that I actually do.
Forgive my mother, my uncle, step dad, and aunt's boyfriend
For the pain they put me through as a kid.
I spoke up, no one listened.
So it continued on and I just didn't mention,
The things that went on in the middle of the night.
It happened before so maybe it's all right.
At 5, at 8, at 9 and 10.
Over and over and over again.
She caught him, forgave, got married, nothing changed.
I'm over it now I really am.
I think about it every now and then.
Have trouble sleeping at night.
I laugh about it now, especially when I use to sleep with a knife.
I know the only way to get over it,
Is to open up and speak,
But when I spoke when I was younger,
No one heard me.
So you tell me, WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO,
When that voice in my head keeps saying,
You wasting your time no one cares about you.
I can't shake that, I've believed that my whole life.
I'm just glad that God gave me a pen, paper, and the ability to write.
Cause when I feel like no hears me,
I just write.
I feel like nobody understands,
So I pick up some paper and grab me a pen.
You see me smile, but if you only knew
The things that I hold on to,
And just can't seem to let go.
I know I must forgive and I said that I do,
But I don't really think that I actually do.
Forgive my mother, my uncle, step dad, and aunt's boyfriend
For the pain they put me through as a kid.
I spoke up, no one listened.
So it continued on and I just didn't mention,
The things that went on in the middle of the night.
It happened before so maybe it's all right.
At 5, at 8, at 9 and 10.
Over and over and over again.
She caught him, forgave, got married, nothing changed.
I'm over it now I really am.
I think about it every now and then.
Have trouble sleeping at night.
I laugh about it now, especially when I use to sleep with a knife.
I know the only way to get over it,
Is to open up and speak,
But when I spoke when I was younger,
No one heard me.
So you tell me, WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO,
When that voice in my head keeps saying,
You wasting your time no one cares about you.
I can't shake that, I've believed that my whole life.
I'm just glad that God gave me a pen, paper, and the ability to write.
Cause when I feel like no hears me,
I just write.
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Everybody's just been spilling their guts all over records and talking about how hard it is to be an entertainer and how much we get hated on and what we have to go through. But I ain't really got it that bad. I'm just happy to be here.
Don't get yourself in certain circumstances or instances, because it's not a good feeling to be sitting in that chair where you've got 12 people that are in control of your life. You have an opportunity to be in control of your life for yourself by the decisions that you make.
A lot of times black folks look for love in all the wrong places.
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