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1. |
Crowd Of Thorns
03:12
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Crowd surfing on waves of depression
Board made of hate from the facial expressions
Shores of the wasted bathe in rejection
Life boat politics save your suggestions
Saviour’s a razor for terror wrist ache
Spray mist from your last mistake now come play
Awake in the wake of yesterdays future
We die every time we sleep so used to the
Cousin of death under the covers and left
Now welcome to the safety blanket not net
The bait that you take is your faith in a step
Onto fresh terra firma that’s out of your depth
So lend me your ears I’ll take your hand
An organ donor and a shadow of a man
Sell by date fresh faith in a can
Mind body and money come get with the plan
Come join us moving with the crowd
Your fear will fade away
Come join us moving with the crowd
Your fear will fade away
Crowd surfing on waves of the same sound
Out searching for fame in a name brand
Found hurt in the merchants of Graceland
Jerking the chain of the slaves to the main crowd
Best stay down if your image ain't straight
Make sure that you're up to date or go die
Make haste so the limits don't break
You can hide everytime you dress so why choose to just
Follow the steps of those hollow at best
Welcome to the cloning factory you're next
You tread in fresh threads for anonymous sex
But show no logo I've got a lot on my chest
Show me your trends I'll jump aboard
And buy my life from the front of your store
Bandwagon phantasms love the applause
But only consume when it comes with a cause
Come join us moving with the crowd
Your fear will fade away
Come join us moving with the crowd
Your fear will fade away
I sound the horns you get your fix
No bag of tricks you’re stuck on empty
Word is bond now ain't that slick
We just don’t mix so save your pennies
The skies have torn it’s raining bricks
My greenhouse schtick is ruckus ready
Crowd of thorns so many pricks
Oh my days so fucking trendy
Now take my hand
Now take my hand
Now take my hand
Now take my hand
Come join us moving with the crowd
Your fear will fade away
Come join us moving with the crowd
Your fear will fade away
If you ain't with the crowd you don't mean nothing to me
If you ain't with the crowd you don't mean nothng to me
If you ain't with the crowd you don't mean nothing to me
If you ain't with the crowd you don't mean nothng to me
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2. |
La Mancha
04:10
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Sky's the limit now there’s limited sky
I diminish a million minions living a lie
There’s a club mile high rubbing my right thigh
But my heads left wing only reach cloud nine
Boots to my square route freedom is blind
Pride firm on the ground as I'm seeking the signs
Now Mark B and scythe saw my cypher is primed
To the power of the unknown number one must die
The tears of a beast from my recent bereavement
Can bear new teeth and leap at achievements
And I die a little every day how indecent
I might let my mind take five and achieve sense
So in defence my goal's a sentence
Net on a catchphrase words of repentance
Top of the ladder’s a matter of two cents
I shoot down dreams aim low with a vengeance
Down when La Mancha calls
I swear to you this I will not leave you
Down when La Mancha calls
I swear to you this I will not leave you
My countenance is woeful
And so full of soul for my ghost world
Where spectres see windmills and go tilt
To brag that their flag's on a molehill
Captain courageous acting all major with no deal
Illusion so real I can feel when it touches
And build my bravado to yield to it's clutches
The lies I subscribe to to hide all my blushes
It's more than a crutch it's the reason I love this
The fuckwits can't see my adventures
Too stuck up pretentious and lost in the love of their henchman
I'm out slaying dragons every day pay attention
Since you won't believe this it's needless to mention
As my ascension slowly turns freefall
And all that I've captured now feels so see through
I'm back with a vengeance parting the sea shore
I rule in La Mancha but will not leave you
Down when La Mancha calls
I swear to you this I will not leave you
Down when La Mancha calls
I swear to you this I will not leave you
Sepia stills of you and I
Keep running through my mind
Sepia stills of you and I
Keep running through my mind
I rep mild mild west not repping for the fields but
You're not gonna feel like dolla dolla bills I
Got a lotta skill and a little dedication
I think for my pennies no menace to meditation
No secrets no battle
There’s bones in my closet but no death rattle
I promise I won’t leave you in the shadows
Si mi hermano I leave for my travels down
Down when La Mancha calls
I swear to you this I will not leave you
Down when La Mancha calls
I swear to you this I will not leave you
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3. |
Cicero
03:38
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I've got a pocket full of attitude to throw at any stranger
Now I'm blacker than callaloo and green don’t do me favours
Incredible daggers stab at decibels of danger
Now the power’s in peril I'm a rebel for the statements
Lifeline orators sharp as razors
Ain’t knife crime in the mind of liberators save us
Blame it on our roots we’re puppets
Without Brutus our troops restore republics
Ignore the suffering endure injustice
We draw short straws and their sure we love this
The hearts we trust with catch twenty-somethings
President forty four encore now what’s this?
One make a difference? Look at the resistance
Incidents distant and different in England
Positive imprints are gone in an instant
Bring it back my method of attack is thinking
Ciceros can't take on Caesars
Now it's all gone
Now it's all gone
Lesser evils are our leaders
Now it's all gone
Now it's all gone
Oh the times oh the manners it's hopelessly broke
And then forced down our throats til we choke on the hope
You can go for the gold but I hope that you don't
Leave me wholly alone with a vote and a rope and a quote from the dead
Led by the soldiers instead of our choices it's over our heads
I get sober to think things over and over and over and over again
I'm already dead yo shed no tears
I cried for your lies and then bled for your fears
A warning to all said so clear
By them forward thinking men who then led from the rear
And we're blessed to be here that is clear but we drop
Down to the levels of devils and gods
We rest and appear to be calmly on top
Til the bodies we built on are lost and forgot
Ciceros can't take on Caesars
Now it's all gone
Now it's all gone
Lesser evils are our leaders
Now it's all gone
Now it's all gone
And I'm back again
Strapped with them new acronyms
Like OMG LOL we are going to hell
You get locked
Mementos to momentum can't stop
They freed us then turned leaders it was going so well
How many monsters or bosses that took on consciousness
Honestly want to be sombre here
A summer solstice rise of opponents
All boasting quotes of those we’re supposed to fear
Follow the leader swallowing what they feed us
Proper propaganda mandibles of a heathen
Take my taxes take us all backwards
Middle finger spinning Britain on the axis
Ciceros can't take on Caesars
Now it's all gone
Now it's all gone
Lesser evils are our leaders
Now it's all gone
Now it's all gone
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4. |
Industrial Growth
03:54
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She was a social butterfly fluttered by with a bitter taste
Muttered why is this business so common place
No place in commons nonsense she overrates
General consensus says that she’s out of date
Little late bloomer brunette played musical chairs
With acoustical flair on open mic
Only human consumed by letting her soul bare
Five years who cares? She’ll drink tonight
Sings ‘til the bell rings a bottle of Bells sings
As she clings to her wagon thinking at least I'm not off the rails
Or back in jail or affecting my record sales
But my one hit broke my heart
It tipped the charts but didn't want to hit the ground so hard
Back in the gutter now I came so far
Pain lowered the bar tired of aiming for those shooting stars
She sits hoping that nobody would know
They took her body and soul
And swallowed it whole
The camera light's on but nobody is home
And know it's starting to show
But still the industry grows again
He was a local rapper man dapper dan held his swagger down
Worked hard for his artform and mastered sound
Wants fame faster after them massive crowds
Mixtape hero here you go pass it round
A few years late hates it no fame yet
Still waiting for pay cheques and keeping it real
Internal debate that rages won't make hits
But fame is his aim still seeking a deal
Now when the deal comes with some of the real funds
And photos with real guns he's thinking
At least I'm not making pop
Sure it's fake hip hop and It hate it but I'm paid so what
Now his big hit fails to chart
And these labels are smart so he's dropped and it breaks him apart
Now he's back where this tale did start
With a weight on his heart
A former star who knows he gave up his art
She sits hoping that nobody would know
They took her body and soul
And swallowed it whole
The camera light's on but nobody is home
And know it's starting to show
But still the industry grows again
And all those lights that were shining so bright
Look like stars man god damn
Until the times when the day becomes night
It gets dark man I get down
Down in the dumps rebounding from the punch
He's craving the escape and found it in the drugs
Was so damn easy when these people knew his name
From champagne and coke now it's needles in his veins
Hardship so hard to walk when he once larged it
In starships scarred by the talk of other artists
His heart isn't art set his memory's fading
Of seminal days fame's a terrible craving
Pretty as a picture gritty as a scripture
Tales from the crypt she sips the elixir
Hard to swallow a pity to let the truth out
Tale of two cities she's really filling her boots now
Walk it foot in her mouth she can't talk it
Awkward round of applause before she forfeits
Tortured in vain for the radio fame
Same game-show and it's growing again
She sits hoping that nobody would know
They took her body and soul
And swallowed it whole
The camera light's on but nobody is home
And know it's starting to show
But still the industry grows again
She sits hoping that nobody would know
They took her body and soul
And swallowed it whole
The camera light's on but nobody is home
And know it's starting to show
But still the industry grows again
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5. |
That Sound
03:37
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This time it's a step too far
Probably gonna hate us in the next few bars
I'm not really hip hop but I guess you are
It's the death of my rep like oh my god
I don't need it keep no secrets
The meakest to preach through your speakers
Defeat the elitists who reach for a new sense of purpose
That soon becomes pointless come seek us
And I'm sleepless plus the nights are long
Which then leads us just to fight the dawn
And it seems that when I write a song
I've got scenesters telling me right from wrong
I'll be right along Mr Hip-hop-scene
It's obscene this is not me
This just means I've no means to bust through
Right now I'm the proud face of fuck you
This feeling won't go
And that sound
It won't leave me alone
This feeling won't go
And that sound
It won't leave me alone
Doc opened my mind up yes indeed
Got a shock from the lock like electric keys
Repressed memories with a top up fee
Mentality large charge by the sweat bead
Can't see through the grease then you can't catch me
It's a blur absurd said the words on the beat
But the words on the street like Big Bird's speech
Canaries in the mine only live so deep
But I can't sleep so I've gone too far
Hear the thump of the drum hum on the radar
Thundersome war-cry it sounds so large
Done lost my mind confined to the bars
Yes ya'll locked up that's a step too far
I stressed blew the whistle in excess my God
Drives me crazy says the baby of the tar
Maybe the guitar will save me from the pain of the barrage
This feeling won't go
And that sound
It won't leave me alone
This feeling won't go
And that sound
It won't leave me alone
Give me the speaker I'm here to seek the sound that's underneath you
Discreetly greet the crowd I'm a mild social feature
A Zatoichi preacher blind faith scene stealer
Yes the best no distress KRS call me the teacher
Overseer of the throne take your pigeon hole home
I'm Hogan with the rope just to hang your hopes on
Non-stop action capture dreams with my tone
Master of systems since Phantasy Zone
64 bit definition hi-tech retro
New wave high grade audio
Masked man free speech leap of faith
Invisible ink well wisher in stereo
Here we go
Heroes don't prosper here
Not to fear here I am
That sounds so damn familiar
Do you hear me now?
Staring down star struck golden eye silver tongue
Hi-tech retro futurist still to come
This feeling won't go
And that sound
It won't leave me alone
This feeling won't go
And that sound
It won't leave me alone
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6. |
Coming Home
03:19
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Once in saddle constant travel
Conscience battled nonsense babbled
Church converted words like scrabble
Nonsense for the merging cattle herd with a fear of change
Heard something strange shoot me down now I'm on the range
Home again and it looks like nothings changed
Still the same old hatchet with fresh remains
Welcome back I look up at the ceiling damp
It's just to view where my ego sat
It's not pride I lack it's just a certain push
I've been off the edge I survive without tender hooks
But a chorus of broken looks and empty stares
Are not enough to make me care
There's a world outside and he's dying to fight
I'm surprised that I made it back alive I'm
Gone
I remember the day when we won
I've never felt so alone
And nothing's changed but I'm coming home again
Coming home again
Today's the dawn
Of the whole world waging war
And the walk home that makes us crawl
As the nations fall
And find fights as occasion calls
Til the price of our freedoms are paid in full
Ignore all the fatal flaws
And the vacant eyes
Of virtue sent away to die
As the boss men feign surprise
And preach free speech from a cage of lies
Victory's ours
And it's great just how rich we are
But no gold's going to fix these scars
So I'm heading home
But it's not the same
Thought I'm told we won
I still feel somewhat lost again
We all bear the cross of blame with no sorrow
A win at a cost this great is so hollow
So swallow our pride as our followers die
With anonymous heroes that none of us like
Gone
I remember the day when we won
I've never felt so alone
And nothing's changed but I'm coming home again
Coming home again soon
Please believe me I didn't mean to leave you on your own
Please believe me I didn't mean to leave you on your own
Please believe me I didn't mean to leave you on your own
Please believe me I didn't mean to leave you on your own
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7. |
Action Pact
04:42
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Jesus Jesus
I can't make sense of what preachers teach us
And reach agreement
Left speechless by deceitful thesis
Perceived as in God's eyes we're equal creatures
Except this man
I know him so well
We're the best of friends although no one can tell
He's kind with a soul that is glowing as well
But he took the wrong book
Now he's going to hell
Mysterious ways
The call of the lost
Who can't see the flaws in the cause of the cross
A rapist repents and hence all is forgot
While a good man burns for not calling him "God"
Is that all that you've got?
When the suffering souls are gathered in roves and droves
Just to tug at your robes
It's the first of the chores that the covenant shows
But your words for the poor are all covered in gold
You're not alone although you think so
Burn it down
I want to see some action here
The gods outgrown the saints have since flown
Burn it down
I want to see some action here
A room with a view but no mood for relaxing
A funeral tomb of affirmative action
Tourniquet sanctions start with a pen
Only wounded a few lemme do this again
I'm an interpreter words with a vision
So fuck what you heard you can't murder religion
Who is the victim? Faith won't kill ya
War 'cause of Christians? Sounds so familiar
Terrors in the west in your head in your bed boo
Get a better god maybe then I'll respect you
My hugs with firearms army issue
A trinity of scapegoats send me your issues
I've got a small few thorn in the side
Like a virus of lies where millions die
Believe in conception but not in protection
You're reckless unless you're a god or elected
You're not alone although you think so
Burn it down
I want to see some action here
The gods outgrown the saints have since flown
Burn it down
I want to see some action here
Your gods all died the day that you covered them in gold
Your saints all tried but found that it's far too late to grow
And all the ones who came to fall down at your feet
Now stand outside your castle picking pennies off the street
It's a feeding frenzy in the corporate dead pool
So the guy in the sky's going to drown your issues
These are signs of the times broken wings and red bull
And home made halos arranged for mis-use
The souls are let lose now somewhat abusive
Elusive to trust while we're funding excuses
I run with the students so idly led
Like my god he wants your god dead
I'm ready for reaction the camera is steady
Just to capture the grace of a face on the telly
A media medley dispurse of your turbans
Until we know death in the west ain't for certain
So close the curtains I'm out of faith
Drown in my doubts today feeling out of place
Til the victims of droughts are saved
By the gold that surrounds your grave
Heaven help us
You're not alone although you think so
Burn it down
I want to see some action here
The gods outgrown the saints have since flown
Burn it down
I want to see some action here
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8. |
A Wake
03:07
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This is just a little bit of laid back soul
The hypocrite's back so I may lack soul
Quite inconsiderate thinking that fast track
Throw back rap chat's crap on the whole
Content abundance chatter a matter of substance abuse
Consonants so constant talking brass eye nonce-sense
I bring gold to your ear and touch with every sentence
Rhyme repentance I hail the medicine man
Million Dan like Hokage plural
Anime reference I trail the pitiful lands
Mud on my hands come back and paint murals
Urban picture perfect earth version of
Worthless dirt that lurks in every person
For certain more water than surface scratches
Retain the flow as I return to ashes
So deep
Can't get no sleep
For me tonight
I stay awake
So deep
Can't get no sleep
For me tonight
Tonight I stay awake
The insomniac speaks
I gave up green and properly lack sleep 'cause of spaced out dreams
I count sheep but found I can't sleep 'cause under damn sheets
I find my mind screams
Nightly come find me I wander round
The underland found 'tween sleep and waking
The slumber bound thundercloud all vacant
Facing each day as I seek awakening
The vagrant undercover agent taking each thought too far
My zone is restless
Pulling a late shift with no spliffs
Eyes open my dream boat's a ghost ship
My mind just speaks at night oh gosh
It's taking me deep tonight I'm so lost
Each time I want peace I find I can't see the light
I'm so sleep deprived
So deep
Can't get no sleep
For me tonight
I stay awake
So deep
Can't get no sleep
For me tonight
Tonight I stay awake
I hide under the covers of the fabric of reality
That tears apart at the seams
And we get lost between the land of the wake and the land of dreams
Where things are never quite what they seem
Really got to get a bit of rhythm
Gotta hit them with a little bit of dreamscape
Sleep take middle of the road like rohypnol flow on your pillow
No average a maverick on task since Willow
No small feat try to sleep with the minnow
Mobbed by the sheep that's me out the window
Cut deeper than six by the number
Daisies I push keep me in a slumber
So deep
Can't get no sleep
For me tonight
I stay awake
So deep
Can't get no sleep
For me tonight
Tonight I stay awake
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9. |
Blood In Your Eyes
03:29
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Blood donor one previous owner
One tedious moment I'm teetering sober
Low life with no knife leaving me colder
And no lime holding a red warm Corona
Wait's over raised as a cobra
Blood from a stone heart's never been bolder
Chips on my shoulder carve them a sculpture
Vulture swoop anarchy circles in my culture
Picking holes in any logic from the child of the poster
You're zoned from the crops that you smoke on the sofa to cope
Quotes for your quota I shirk call work just to stay of your rota
Headset hero get fucked not supposed to get
Balls on parade work slave De La Rocha
Die for the call queue cause in my holster
The suit is a noose and the money is a monster
Sometimes we all have felt alone
And I'm not the one who can end it
No longer surprised by the blood in your eyes
And it makes me feel alive
Oh no man this scene should die
'Cause it just goes low when I need to fly
And I've got no flows for your bleeding eyes
'Cause I just don't know what you're meaning right
I'm solo
The fresh air to your choke hold
Flesh to your robo
Cess to your homegrown
Best dressed next to your hobo
The next shit so left on my own
Oh...
And I won't go because my feeling's dead for your tears
So I bleed instead and that feeds me breath that I need to live
Though I've gained no halo by giving demons shit
Holy moley The Scribes have dropped
Though the blood from your eyes has clots
So the sights are lost
There's no life in the nights I rock
So society I'm signing off now good bye
Sometimes we all have felt alone
And I'm not the one who can end it
No longer surprised by the blood in your eyes
And it makes me feel alive
Dead and buried but deprived of a cemetery
Heart's heavy only alive when I'm predatory
Hereditary I've inherited curses
With momentary lapses of judgement in verses
Nurses redundant they won't cut chords
Heart is repugnant I won't find lords
First death wish is the gift of a sword
Cut ties through my wrist let me slip out the door
These days I weild sprays I've laid down my laser gun
I write breath and sidestep your stadiums
The scenes most miscellaneous space aliens
Are not the face of fun that they once were
I strangle sunshine in webs of entangled punchlines
The somewhat disgruntled grunge type
Catch me in the corner of the club looking tortured sometime
It's skin deep but I love the blood in your eyes
Sometimes we all have felt alone
And I'm not the one who can end it
No longer surprised by the blood in your eyes
And it makes me feel alive
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10. |
Sunshine
03:36
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Here comes the unstoppable force now in motion
No passive emotion that's classed as corrosion
The passion exploding from souls oh so focussed
Noticeably broken homes that seek these potions
Go faster go harder rather than the stigmata
Don't barter by bearing the cross of your father
The mastered original bastard material
Sins of the digital criminal here we go
Really want to get up on that path crossroads whatever
I got to get a better plan real fast tougher than leather
I piece it together and bottle the sun
I feast on remains where the clouds could have won
Where crowds could have gone they hide from the lightning
The fear of the thunderclap rah so exciting
Keep fighting the gunpowder sparks from the tongue
My speaker-box rocks until dawn and I'm done
He's nothing to say
And nothing to lose
Just waits for the sunshine
That never comes
He's nothing to say
And nothing to lose
Just waits for the sunshine
That never comes
He's caught up in waves of thought drowning in silence
While all of his mates just surround him in violence
He buries his feelings turn demons inside him
And slowly turns grave in the tomb of surviving
Gets harder thinks larger can't shake the stigmata
Gets marginalised and rejected a martyr
He's classed as a miscreant grasps and then slips again
Lastly gets so god damn dissident militant
Got to get a better life real fast options aren't open
Forgot about the better side he had soft mens get broken
He's tired of hoping and fired with rage
The animal choking gets freed from the cage
The street's now his pate he feeds with his knife
And takes what he needs like a thief in the night
He tries not to think in the days what he's done
Just sinks in the downpour and waits for the sun
He's nothing to say
And nothing to lose
Just waits for the sunshine
That never comes
He's nothing to say
And nothing to lose
Just waits for the sunshine
That never comes
He feels so illogical after each obstacle
Lost in more visions of mission impossible
Had nothing lost it all known to the constables
But still he feels he's not really responsible
This is not the road he chose
The hate inside alone it grows
He bears the weather pulls the gun
But swears he never saw the sun
I think he's inside again yeah that leviathan
Hiding in tear ducts and puffing on nitrogen
Flow running cold raining so I just show my grin
Crying's for losers I'll use this hallucinogen
Carpe diem unbearable
Eyes of the carnival head of a Ferris wheel
I guess I'll hide until light there's a spark
I melee every day I'm afraid of the dark
He's nothing to say
And nothing to lose
Just waits for the sunshine
That never comes
He's nothing to say
And nothing to lose
Just waits for the sunshine
That never comes
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11. |
Ob(Li)vious
03:54
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I'm a reporter performing amongst the crowds
I live the minstrel show and overthrow the frowns
Turned upside for these media moguls
While inner city kids are busy doing the bogle
And I've got these vocals I'm not earning a pound
And then you get someone approach you and they turn it around
Tabbard or a gown you hear that jingling sound
I've got no money for your honey-pot I'm thinking aloud
How come you never drown in the sorrows your selling me
Centrepiece of the town and now you've found a new enemy
It's energy wasted could've been more productive
Plight in the face of the countries we're fucking
Advertising space is what we grew up in
And urban isn't ghetto enough for the headlines
Everybody kill until they care for our suffering
Or get a celebrity to open a phone line
Lift me up
I'm struggling to breathe
Your reasons for being here are not at all obvious
Lift me up
I'm stuck in debris
Your bleeding heart sympathies oh god it's so obvious
Hey kids
I'm a no show socialist my devotion is emotionless
And focussed totally on self promotion no one notices
I made soft focus promos of some helpless homeless kids
That cut to close ups of my famous face the spotlight focusses
I fake ferociousness with campaign troops who
Play on your heart strings with champagne flutes
I tailor quotes to the popular propaganda
And piss at forest fires just to get my cock on camera
I throw banquets for the starving matchsticks at a tidal wave
I'm drastic and alarming til my pictures on the title page
Always ready to weigh in I'm watching my waist line
Feeding victims afflicted with famine for face time
I will support and fund causes if it pays to
But only if they make news my CD's on the way soon
These dying kids are way cute I'll keep one if you stay tuned
This world's fucked but oh what luck celebrities will save you
Lift me up
I'm struggling to breathe
Your reasons for being here are not at all obvious
Lift me up
I'm stuck in debris
Your bleeding heart sympathies oh god it's so obvious
Soon enough we'll all be dead
So though I hate the talking heads on charity drives
Who save the walking dead
I'm still happy with the results though it might be cynical
And somewhat unlikely to provide a miracle
Still every little helps I guess that's the point
When celebrities with wealth give hugs to little boys
Who can't afford to eat
Your publicity pretends to be philanthropy
I guess the means justify the ends
I used to work for charity haggling for your gift aid
Racking up crap salaries that'll be where the fair trade
Defies gravity in the weight of all your arguments
Parliament's expenses are arduous at the heart of this
Targeting harvested funds it makes it our business
Bear witness to the piggy banks thankful for forgiveness
It starts at home but the four walls you'll forfeit
Awkwardly raising roofs at the small price of a guilt trip
Lift me up
I'm struggling to breathe
Your reasons for being here are not at all obvious
Lift me up
I'm stuck in debris
Your bleeding heart sympathies oh god it's so obvious
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12. |
CONvictions
04:38
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You're not the one to tear me down
You're not the one to tear me down
You're not the one to tear me down
You're not the one to tear me down
Young rebel tongue on that awkward appliance
Devilish lungs and a mouthful of science
Mind full of guidance rock with the tyrants
Crack rap foundations subsidence
Kevlar hoodie feign eyes full of violence
Rain on parades with a fistful of pirates
Flag of a hybrid bag full of flyers
Drop propaganda banners on fire
Two step march with a fist to the future
Hand on the heart that'll beat with the Sutra
Computer based faith change in your ways
'Til the blue screen of death bring the end to your praise
So the music you rage to is government traced
The keyboard error brings the terror to your place
Forever in the wake 'til the bullshit expires
Drop propaganda banners on fire
Your revolutions died in a wave of fear
While my convictions are standing firm
Your revolutions have never been worth the tears
While my convictions have passion to burn
I wrote a revolution from the text book that left shook the next man
Who calls kettles black and looks dead pan
But Che lives on
In cool corporate logos and awkward bohos
Who don't know quite what to rebel against
Like what have you got?
A pocket full of plaudits a rocket ship hope and a book full of causes
A locket full of dreams that it seems lack all purpose
And underground schemes that cannot crack the surface
Back to the wall free fall specialist
Effortless makeshift martyr to my minions
I am the manifesto manifested in a man
Strapped with reactionary opinions
I am new beginnings
The face of the future with a black beret and a laser bazooka
To break the walls while glass ceilings shake and fall
Disregard shards that aren't part of my greater cause
Your revolutions died in a wave of fear
While my convictions are standing firm
Your revolutions have never been worth the tears
While my convictions have passion to burn
You're not the one to tear me down
You're not the one to tear me down
You're not the one to tear me down
You're not the one to tear me down
Well look who came to save you bringing an urban manifesto
Savouring the day you play your part and use your dress code
Want to save the world can't afford to travel
You hopped upon the gravy train and think you know the battle
Now and again I guide my pen to meaningless rebellion
You try to intervene my thirst for power like I'm Kenyan
Point the finger like I'm UKIP it's time to stick 'em up
Money is the colour of change and you don't have enough
I am new Che come gather around me
They have control but I have an army
That all has guns we have a mission
They have funds but I have a vision
We have a choice they've an agreement
I am your voice you'll listen to reason
I am equal rights until I read Nietzsche
Duci novo similis duci seneci
Your revolutions died in a wave of fear
While my convictions are standing firm
Your revolutions have never been worth the tears
While my convictions have passion to burn
Here comes the new boss
Same as the old boss
Same as the old boss
Same as the old
Here comes the new boss
Same as the old boss
Same as the old boss
Same as the old
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13. |
Pain Relief
04:15
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I rap to move the sands of time the asinine can stand aside
Standardised rhyme schemes can plan to die
And much love to those who aren't really fans of mine
Stick to your beliefs it's just they're not really facts of mine
I smash the mic to make me think the greatest sink from weight of bling
Greater things bring pain but take me in
And much love to those who buy in to paper thin
And lock me out I'm much stronger on account of breaking in
The game begins I turn away your murder sprays get heard for days
Purple hazed play back by urban slaves
And much love to those who want me to burn today
It's easy now to laugh at my defeat with a certain grace
I learnt the way the portals move the tortured points of awkward view
Who all confused true lies with slaughtered truths
And much love to those who buy in of course you do
It makes it fine not to waste more of my time on thoughts of you
I walked a million miles for pain relief
And now I'm here it feels so strange
All these buildings seem so grey to me
Clouds will clear but will I change
Make shift seraphim duct tape wingspan
Six figure silhouette seventh heaven flight plan
Cardboard crucifix fairy bottle big bang
Paper plate halo Blue Peter pin badge
Super cannoned Neil Buchanan religion with art of war
Fathoming the martyrdom this one will finger-paint the floor
Paint the walls find one that will save us all
Save a pretty penny for so many who just can’t afford
Cut and paste faith far too safe for the sacred
Emergency pray kits are free for the vacant
Home grown escape made to strip the soul naked
Your full blown half hearted quarter bag spaceships
Are half assed pick and choose commandments that are tailored
To new class fads and pilgrimage playlists
Worlds on rotation games with the same stick
Blind faith with new generations to play with
I walked a million miles for pain relief
And now I'm here it feels so strange
All these buildings seem so grey to me
Clouds will clear but will I change
I‘ll walk those miles do it with a swagger
And I’ll hop turnstiles doesn't really matter
But I’d rather have a friend
Ready to do it all again you bet I am
I pent up on momentum and adrenaline
This is your inheritance a present from everyone
When the bucket kicks you back the rust will keep you genuine
Need a lady luck in a stack not my heroin
Hooked on my medicine I don’t want to see hell again
I'm just as emphatic as riots in Attica
Solitary sadness the sins of a traveller
Grace of a battler face of a harlequin
The taste of your blood in the mind of a charlatan
End of the start again friends of my enemies
Pretence of love the rush of your energies
The loss of a centrepiece cost of your freedoms
The look of a martyr with a cross made of demons
And I'm screaming
I walked a million miles for pain relief
And now I'm here it feels so strange
All these buildings seem so grey to me
Clouds will clear but will I change
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14. |
Flunk Out
03:20
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Welcome to my personal hell my acquaintance
Look at where my confidence fell hello Satan
We dance every once in a while he’s so patient
With the high horse but hooves are so blatant
White ones I chase them stables so fragrant
That I'm incapable to make statements
I get up to get beat down through punk placement
Never mind the bollocks of those who’re so wasted
Friends tend to smoke to save faces
Under masks like Jason just trends and crazes
Stay in deep ends I won’t bend for phases
Shallow solitude is crude in all cases
All I want to do is get mended painless
Make ends meet and not leech off strangers
So I think I’ll drink myself brainless
Away from my thoughts ‘cause boredom’s so dangerous
Go out get down
Let's drink again
I don't know even if I can
Stay in flunk out
And lose your friends
I don't know even if I care
Everybody's out again
I am Mr Molehill taking out mountain men
I never really found a friend
Swim in my solitude lose and then drown again
I bleed through fountain pens and found friends turn invisible
And don't want to visit you when life gets critical
Maybe I'm jaded and cynical or maybe just lately I'm sick of all this
Not out on the piss so they doubt I exist
And won't mount an assist now I found the abyss
Out on the town and you're bouncing a bit
I drown in a frown and get down with a twist
Pounding my fist full of listless energies
Bored of your textbook chemistry
Fuse with my reveries and induce new enemies
Who cruise on the booze til they lose all their memories
Go out get down
Let's drink again
I don't know even if I can
Stay in flunk out
And lose your friends
I don't know even if I care
A toast everyone drink up and get down
I'll meet you at the bar in fact it's my round
Pass the Jaeger-bombs and we can get a little lairy now
I get carried away but never get kicked out like
My Mrs thinks I'm bonkers mate I think she's off her head
We can start and little bit merry or go all out and get totally wrecked
But I ain't looking on a fight tonight
Just out for the craic fulfil my boozy appetite
Lines don't help put a slur on my rhymes
Your man's doing my head in yo but you're alright
A little sparkle watch the moon turn bright
I'll take two more and a Morgan Spice
Make it one more for Jonny Mayhem
Don't remember too much but we'll do it again
Go out get down
Let's drink again
I don't know even if I can
Stay in flunk out
And lose your friends
I don't know even if I care
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15. |
If You Say So
04:23
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I siphon ciphers through my pen and then I tried to sign my life away
I tried to cash it in but then it bounced now there’s a price to pay
Played a game with cards of fate and I stayed poker face
I played it straight I could have strayed but in the wake I found an ace
Of course if you’re bored of metaphors I call upon the bass
You herbivores have heard it all before but let me demonstrate
My ability was affinity for the ninety three ‘til infinity
Rhymes were killing me tried it lyrically
Died inside but no one’s feeling me
My vicinity wasn’t slum or African ghetto
But they would rob your Pogs dear God or better yet your Tazos no
The Stapleton Road medication bestowed on the brain
Smirking with my Rovers shirt I lurked the Bristol plain
Stayed away from the grade travelled hazardous terrain
Lost upon the Gloucester road like moths amongst the flame
The inner city masses need to be entertained
But the journey through the madness is the reason that you came
I left my heart all over the stage show
Ripped apart and sold off my halo
Kiss the dark the light's only day glow
Bless your heart it's hot if you say so
I left my heart all over the page so
This is not the music I came from
Kissed the dark and sold off my halo
It's cool if you say so
Cool if you say so
My coolness is so flawless it's all just gonna fade away
So cautious of your causes they're born just for the day today
My orchestra of awkwardness tortured and then labelled fake
By gimmick laden label slaves who say that image makes us great
Talking shit and it's a shame the shameless pain of dung flingers
Who put their stress on how you dress and thus obsessed won't run with us
The hum drum of the ninety-nine within a hundred I'm finished
Swinging in the scene flinging fuck yous like gun slingers
Hum dinger rap bringing it back to times when rhymes and flows and beats
Were all that mattered now rappers stay silent so their clothes can speak
So damn dapper manufacture actors that control the streets
And culture captured rebels throwing pebbles man he's so unique
I have a soul this is the place where it's shared
And if I've anything to air it's over bass kicks and snares
Though I'm choking for my breath the rest of me just doesn't cate
'Cause if there's something on my chest it's what I feel not what I wear
I left my heart all over the stage show
Ripped apart and sold off my halo
Kiss the dark the light's only day glow
Bless your heart it's hot if you say so
I left my heart all over the page so
This is not the music I came from
Kissed the dark and sold off my halo
It's cool if you say so
Cool if you say so
Everyone's so cool if you say so
Except me please accept me
Everyone's so cool if you say so
Except me please accept me
Everyone's so cool if you say so
Except me please accept me
Everyone's so cool if you say so
Except me please accept me
Now you may see me in the evening eating even being quiet
I'm a riot catch me after hours at the Golden Lion he's a liar
Vagabond chat upon nonsense
Content unimportant I just pay pence
‘Til drinks expire like BNP fire
Cockroach like you stick your *gasp* in ripped flyers
My thoughts are for hire but work stands adjacent
And frankly when I'm drinking I'm too cool to make a statement
I left my heart all over the stage show
Ripped apart and sold off my halo
Kiss the dark the light's only day glow
Bless your heart it's hot if you say so
I left my heart all over the page so
This is not the music I came from
Kissed the dark and sold off my halo
It's cool if you say so
Cool if you say so
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16. |
Hazy
03:06
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The pain to my brain really ain't hardcore
The sediments are sentiments of old folklore
No Jersey devil a rebel of new spawn
No Robin in a hood I was good top form
With my head war torn and my face forlorn
Eighty four dropped the ball here I come he's born
Twenty eight years later spinning out of place
Coming down with a case of the Space Invaders
This boy should have been digging in the crates
He’s got a little faith but I hate Jamaicans
Beer can fuck you my head ain't right
In a job where they tell me my future’s bright
I might go psycho hyped on adrenaline
Hi to my little friends ladies and gentlemen
Mental attention’s mentioned when I'm meddling
Ill intentions do you want to be my medicine
It's not enough to save me now
It picks me up and tones me down
It's not your love that let me down
It's just I'm so damn hazy
Enter epicentres that incense dance floors
My sentences are centrifugal force sandstorms
No follower of fashion my passion is sans cool
So I'm not playing thug in your club bad form
My shirt half torn and my hair trash porn
84 drop a boy here I come he's born
25 years after stomping on your town
Coming down with a case of the drowning laughter
This man could have been thinking with the greats
Sinking in the weight of your expectations
So so fuck you this music's mine
And I do not care if I move your spine
I rhyme so side show life in the cemetery
Rise of the neverbeens feed of the energy
Scenes full of henchmen'll bleed for attention
From an enemy as I pine for my reveries
It's not enough to save me now
It picks me up and tones me down
It's not your love that let me down
It's just I'm so damn hazy
My life story well it's all a little hazy
Little brown baby raised up in Blaby
Childhood shit won't you run come save me
The beatings and the racism mate didn't phase me
A part of who I am yo a part of what made me
Not documented like Le Donk and Scor-zay-zee
School disco dirty dancer black Pat Swayze
Moved to the city fell in love with my first lady
Hit the rave scene the high life did amaze me
Ten pound a pop but the come down's crazy
Wonder why I did it for the headaches that it gave me
Some say I'm laid back some say I'm lazy
Thirty years later memories do escape me
Not sure really what I've been doing lately
Life's like a movie Tracey Morgan should play me
That's just a slice of my times on the break beat
It's not enough to save me now
It picks me up and tones me down
It's not your love that let me down
It's just I'm so damn hazy
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17. |
The Scribes Bristol, UK
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