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The Golden Fleece
03:26
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Now tell me is it wrong for me to say that I have little plans
I’ve not got long to play a fiddle to a middle man
Would not consider
An inner machination to be bigger than a cog in a machine
They are the dog you are the sheep
A sacrificial lamb
I see you lick the hand that feeds
To get a milligram of peace
But you’re no different
Than all those getting fleeced
You might count yourself to sleep
But while you're down you pull the wool over your eyes just like a sheet
It's pathetic
You're so deep you might as well forget it
No dreams in sight beyond a life domestic
Go eat all of those lies up, never try the sceptic
Does Ro-Bo Peep ever opine over ovines electric?
Though your head’s thick
You’re on a one way track to a death wish
I regret scraps of a life less lived
But the writings on the wall
And you've only read bits
The red mist it's coming down and I'm angry now
Handing out a notice to all the thankless wankers hanging out
Banging on about
Their balances and bank accounts
Cos bragging on aloud
Is tantamount to
Splashing cash around
I wouldn't put my peace of mind on auction for a piece of time
You dig this cheese and dough so much
Feeling like a pizza mine
If all you need is Ps and dime
I have got a Q
Take your place in line
Cos there’s a slot for you
I know I’ve spoke so lyrically
To say you have death in your eyes
I’m using this soliloquy
How Macbeth does a knife
I see about a dozen signs
That your love is blind
To summarise you're just a number in a bottom line
What a life just to sit in a cube
What am I if I never waste a day in the daily grind
Maybe I'm an innocent dude
Don’t wanna fit in a group
Wake up hit hit hitting the snooze
This is the living you were itching to choose
You gotta fake love for every shilling accrued
Straight up
This is hidden abuse
It’s no wonder that you’re taking your cup
And overfilling it with booze
Is the message getting through?
You've worn down your sole like the bottom of a leather shoe
If I gotta break my flow to reach forth and centre you
Then that's what I'll do
Reaching in your deep silk pockets
Looking for a leatherbound note
But it's never bound to go
To those who only want it now to make rent
Cos I know you slam your loaded wallet down to rake reds not break bread
Life hurts so post haste just break ranks and pinpoint
Why first and foremost you raise cash and pinch coins
I'll shirk on most days
Cos all work and no plays no fun
You're in the sights of the golden gun
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2. |
Service with a Smile
03:23
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When I peruse
All the new confusing mixes
Reperfusing hits
And breaking tunes in bits
I refuse to listen to a fusion which
Is a soft-pop imagining of Ludacris
Excuse me miss
I just think its too remiss
To take a tune diluted with a stupid twist
And use the same old rubric
You’re not cool for making it acoustic
Might sound ruthless
A bit rude
But when I do spit
Yes I spit truths
Yet I got loose lips when I let loose
So it’s time to pen my first diss track since yes dude dropped
Cause the mess you got
Distracts so misbegot
You’ve got the context swapped
And made the contents cropped
Cut paste
Takeaway
Condense the complex plot
Take concepts
You could never comprehend
And condescend
Cause the con you caught us in is causing me to count to ten
Cause the devil that we know
Is the definition definite of devil that we don’t
And we heard it for a while
Purchase with a purpose
And a service with a smile
Every enterprise, trying to utilise
Using music that’s reduced until it’s neutralised
To unify and humanise
I do despise
Now they’re tuning in to intuition
Using feelings like an ammunition
Makes the revolution televised
You’re no friend of mine
I can see through you like a translucent pair of eyes
Consumerism is its own reward if you are selling souls
A euphemism yes but I am bored of all your wretched goals
It’s a stretch I know
To allege that instrumentals might be acting as an envelope
Messing with us ever so
Softly on a mental level
Peddling the devil that we know
Until it’s bevelled into best in show
Now I rest my case
I presented to you how the west was won
How they want to make the rest embrace
Seeing corporations as defining what we love to hate
And taking stock of what they’ve got and shining out a smiling face
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3. |
Snare
03:43
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Don't wanna be a derivative
I'm different
I put the in in innovative
Isn’t it primitive
We are unlimited
And all you spit is acquisitive
I’m flipping these triplets
Am I legitimate?
Do I fit into the infinite raps
That are spat inexplicable with the same emphasised syllables
Riddle me this
Not meant as a diss
Got to refine our rhymes
Resist
Putting the emphasis on emphasis
An elephant we must address
I think its best
Give it a rest
See the trap that I set
Not gonna follow the beat
Not gonna flow with the rap
I’ve gotta find my own niche
Not gonna fall in the trap
It makes me sigh when I encounter it
You wrap all your rhymes round the click
Every flow is a metre of designer thread
Found to be counterfeit
"most other flows are predictable"
That's hypocritical
Claiming I’m no archetypical
Pinnacle of unoriginal bars
Often it’s hard
Rapping is more of a science than art
I say from the heart
Nobody’s more than a sum of their parts
Splitting hair’s farcical
Why do I criticise others so arbitral?
Rhythms are cardinal
Why can’t I use all the beats in my arsenal
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4. |
Loop de Loop
03:22
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Elucidate illusive illusions elute the truth
(in fact)
Lucy’s got me loose I’m feeling loucher than the Cheshire cat
Listen to the lesson it’s illicit
To be lucid last
Looping getting loopy like I’m lupine in the lunar lucence
(Who sent you)
Booze has got me feeling like I’m Howard Hughes
(How art you)
Howling like a hound when you have had a few
Going round we never found our tail
We’re a maddened pooch
Rewound until I realised I imagined you
Like asheru I’m blowing ash askew and asking you to pass the zoot
As a rule you shouldn’t leave an ally out the blue
Next thing I know
I’m alone eroding like a stone where flow stops
Did you see explosions in the sky or was that post-rocks?
Where were you when the bomb dropped?
Unspoken but it’s heard like gun shot
You keeping tabs?
Keys have got me, to numb, locked
Hither come, I’m searching even higher than that distant hum
My tympanum vibrating to persistent drums
Succumb to kingdom come
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5. |
Brassman
02:25
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Coming at you at the speed of sound
When you need him most and you need him now
He goes from coast to coast with beats like wow
You can hear him loud
Cause he’s here and now
With the power of a black trombone
He will blow you down like you’re a saxophone
Flattens evil like they’re half a tone
Now you have to know
It’s our brass hero
I am the man on the tom and the ride
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide
I am the guy with the golden gun
Nowhere to hide nowhere to run
Try to fight him?
Are you sure?
This guy’s tighter than an embouchure
I’d be frightened for your life and more
You better know where to hide when he blows his horn
Fighting for peace from north west to the south east
While you all sleep
On his chest is a mouthpiece
Not a bird, not a plane
(Holy smokes)
God knows he’s the hero we deserve but we don’t need
I am the man on the dubs and the rise
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide
I am the guy with the golden gun
Nowhere to hide nowhere to run
I am the man with a hold on the mic
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide
I am the guy with the golden gun
Nowhere to hide nowhere to run
You better know where to go when comes
No / where / to / hide / no / where / to / run
I am the guy with the golden gun
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Must be nice
Getting yours
You need to swallow your pride if you want more
Have your cake
Eat it too
It’s hard to break off a piece
But crumbs will do
(Crumbs will do)
I'm certain I'm a mess
If I'm not certified fresh
Set aside the circus curtain
And I'm surely circumspect
I've been searching for assertions on every server on the net
But I skirt on the aspersions
They just serve to breed regret
Like a serpent in a circle that's been eaten to the neck
I know my sermon to my serfdom is repeated every set
Sertraline is surging through these arteries and yet
Are the trees that hard to see past all this wood I have to check?
Knock knock knock
Is this real life? Wasn't what I did expect
I didn't clock getting a living spitting rhymes from off the deck
While a roster of musicians hides my total lack of cred
An imposter that no hope or trying ever quite corrects
And if I never sign a juicy deal, I'll die with no regrets
Pinch me, prove it, is this real and if they ever sign a cheque
Make it out to Looby and my ego might ascend
My life feels like a movie got a right to see the end
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I look back to the rhymes that I wrote in the past
Sight to behold at the start
Knife to the throat and I cross my heart
I didn't know I could doss around this far
Trying to draw lines
From a wide eyed kid to the goat
How does a tiny violet go
From fire in the hole to fire in the booth?
Star of a show from a mild mannered youth?
The limelight felt so harsh like a pie in the sky dream
I've had the time of my life
It's not that hard to be me
Dying to try it
I'm straight telling you there's no questions asked
Stage is set so keep your eyes on the prize you're the best in class
Don't need a degree for the beat
Just class
If you wanna see them move their feet
Just dance
Let go and you’re gonna feel free
So fast
No it don’t take much to be me
Feeling big on the stage now, never really thought I was born for this
From London to Freetown, I put my heart and my soul in all this
So my friend, never hold back
You're allowed to be scared but never show that
Opportunity's there you better hold that
No more wasting time, cause I'm not wasting mine
It's all hard now, wanna be ace of spades
Put your cards down
This game ain't Streets of Rage, put your guard down
This pain, is insane, but it's bless
So right about now don't be a sheep
Get what you want, get what you need
If they move two steps man go for the leap
If they hate on you bro it ain't that deep I swear
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8. |
Pidgin
02:41
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Middle aged in a booth
Oh shit, I wasted my youth
I used to bite off and chew
But know I’m long in the tooth
Tryna use a computer
But this shit’s from the future
Taking ages to boot up
And it’s ageist to boot
Who’d have thought of all my phases
Spitting bars hasn’t faded
But it’s hard when your aged
58 playing basements
Some say it’s better to burn out than fade
But if my age tells me anything
It’s that any day I’ll make it
It’s better to burn out than fade away
Don’t forget to quit before you’re all grey
And if it turns out you’re here to stay
Every dog will have his day
Cause I've been burning the candle at both ends
Flew off the handle, I was all scandals and no friends
Twenty grand in the hole live at home for the low rent
But I know my bands going platinum where this road ends
I went from getting toasted with the most of my peers
To eating Sunday roasts at Mum's watching reruns of Coast
I sold my soul and my best years to warm beers at the watering hole
Who said they hope to die before they get old?
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10. |
Danzon (feat. Mandeep.)
05:01
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On cobbled streets upon a Spanish hill that looks across the sea
He sees her
And dreams about how she could be the cleopatra to his caesar
She sees him and time seems still
But fear makes them turn away
Luckily for the both of them homo sapiens is quite the ape
They have found a way to hide away the pride the pain the shy the shame
They drink it by the pint at night
To try to numb their anxious brains
It's an ancient ritual that humans use in times of love and war
As lovers come up close they feel their heart rates start to soar
He holds his head up high
He rolls his shoulders back
So much testosterone that it started leaking through his sack
Looking to attract a beauty
Mutually grab the booty
They're both animals after all
No matter how far we do be from our primal nature
They've got a mind that's ancient
Needs love and validation
Reason for why he chase it
Time don't waste it
Move to the castanet
Soon she caught a vibe
She can't comprehend what he starts to say but there ain't need cos she pours the wine and
Stands up
His confidence looking handsome
A consequence of 6 cans of random beers he got handed
Their language now is passion
The path towards satisfaction
Was laid before them at random in an atom
So it's magical that it happened danzon
Before I start I want to let you know this stanza’s free
Have you though about the chances that we’d even meet?
How about we celebrate the fates
That had a sightless hand in
Linking up the branches of our cypress trees
Left us languid in the heat
Si senora
I adore the floor you walk so let’s toast a glass
(Un poco más)
Let’s take it to the floor then back to yours
(Detrás de las cámaras)
Next think I know we’re dancing to a danzon
Catching glances
Losing track of hands on hips
You keep a rose between your lips
When I arose I never thought
Our spanish stroll
Could end like this
You spin around and I say fuck the gowns
Fuck the shoes, we’re barefoot now,
Don’t need music use the sound
Of two feet moving in the ground
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