Orangatangus is a group comprised of Sauce (Brandon Robinson) and Shabazz (Idjtihad Shabazz). Sauce would be considered a Rapper by most people but he is also an engineer and Shabazz is a poet. We tell stories and jokes and Philosophize. We have a large versatile collection os our work on you tube. 
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCvy6auLJYNRmEVXRw1C9zEQ

We don't currently have anything for sale but we have a large collection of pieces and we are looking for opportunities to perform. 

The Black Poem (Orangatangus)

There is a conversation between the artist and himself about letting himself down. Sauce and Shabazz  (orangatangus) 

I'm Sick Of Myself (orangatangus)

Orangatangus is a group comprised of Brandon Robinson (Sauce) and Idjtihad Shabazz. We combine the arts of rap and Spoken Word Poetry to philosophize or tell jokes stories and  create moods.

Back N Da  Dayz (orangatangus)

Message to my son to Bundle up because it's cold outside. Metaphors for the dangers of being a young man in America in general and for young black men in a urban environment in general. I'm spittin.

Bundle Up Son, It's Cold Outside (shabazz)

Keep On Asking Me (orangatangus)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lhkEFqpUSf4

Sharon's In The Bathroom

No matter hard for I go I'm going to make it back. Believe that.

HOMECOMING

We only had the first twenty-six days of May. It was love making season.


Love Making Season

just get away from me 
and stay from me
but still pray for me
please lay with me
spend every day with me
you're my fate to me
please wait for me
I know you're bad for me
but come to me
I mean go from me
you took too much time from me
but you're a sign to me
don't play with me
but wait for me
save a date for me
you're so great to me
but it's too late for me
they closed the gate on me
I told them that I wanted to be free
 but I really just wanted more time for you and me
because you're the meat to me
that feeds the beast in me
they're chaining me
but you're releasing me
they're starving me
 but you're feeding me
you put the life in me
pulled the knife from me
you're my fantasy
you're my ecstasy
you bring out the best in me
you're a test to me
you come confess to me
there is no guess in me
I want you here with me
I love you poetry






Song Cry

That same park bench
That same brown bag
And that same bottle of wine
Everybody still talks about the day that Jody died
It still makes me sad I don't know why
It's been such a long time
In this case the hard heart of the streets didn't apply
Everybody cried the day that Jody died
Nobody realized when he closed his eyes
See he sat where he sat all the time
When things were bad or things were fine
When men were standing up
And cowards were dropping dimes
He'd be there like he was all the time
With that same soft smile 
And same gentle eyes
On that same park bench
With that same brown bag
And with that same bottle of wine... Idjtihad Shabazz

IDJTIHAD SHABAZZ