where are you from?

[Richard Ross]

hate this question, what does it actually mean - the place where you were born, lived, grew up for longest period of time, live currently....?

[butter_man]

eh why does alicia keys have a song called north wales lol

random

radio 1's big weekend was in bangor a few years ago spawning this song. Not 100% its miss keyes tho.

[Gewze]

BRUMLAYYYYYYYYY

[topmo3]

not very proud tbh

[Liam92]

[batman_ldn]

my mums pum

[Dystinkt]

City of Dreams indeed.

[tacospheros]

i'm from up the river

[particle-jim]

BRUMLAYYYYYYYYY

Reppin da endz

[Crimsonghost]

Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

[bmilner]

Poland anybody

im half

[kidshuffle]

Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

classic myers

[nousd]

I've been avoiding this one cos I don't know.

I'd guess I'm from the same void that awaits me
via a cosy uterus and difficult birth into Sydney's southern suburbs.
Subsequently I've not really associated with one place but several,
Cronulla where I surfed & played footie
inner Sydney's alluring scenes,
Canberra where I raised kids,
up the coast where I was craziest,
down the coast where I was loneliest,
out west where I found space & time,
particularly the places with trees, that overlook water or have long vistas.

I suspect I'll die, still not from anywhere particular
one of the drifting ones, more at home on a breeze
until interred in some random plot of baked earth.
Finally and irrevocably from somewhere.

[magma]

Fuck who you know, where you from my Ninja?
Where yo' Grandma stay, huh my Ninja?

[Richard Ross]

Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

Stop jockin Peter Cook's steez, bitch wigga.

[Sonika]

Portland Oregon BLAP BLAP

[Extinity]

I'm from Lithuania.

[wolf89]

Born in Enfield

moved to Devon at the age of 5 to the middle of nowhere where I've been since and it's fully taken over. Dreading the idea of not living in the countryside in the future. It builds up and I end up going a bit redneck every so often too.

In terms of family history. One side of my family back a couple generations is from Norway. The other side Englsih and Irish meeting the Welsh

[Genevieve]

Boh'n and RAISED in Enschede, in the Netherlands. Moved to Utrecht last year >.> Also lived in Germany a little while in my childhood, but was right across the border so I still went to school in the Netherlands

[Pedro Sánchez]

I'm from the place where the chruch is the flakiest
And zuggin is praying to god so long that they Atheist
Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday
I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you know the place well
Where the Liqour Store's and the base well
And Government, fuck Government, zuggin polotic themselves
Where we call the cops the A-Team
cause they hop out of vans and spray things
And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
So tell me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, god strike me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just like me?
We'll never know
One day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, Let 'em know
Mistakes ain't exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain't done...