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Golden
03:45
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Golden, Golden, Golden!/
Age of the good old days, soundtrack of the chosen/
Patron saint of the amen break/
And I ain’t going nowhere/
X2
The first to put his words to work and throw a spanner in the grammar/
God judge me, I live life under the hammer/
Hit the nail on the head with a can of wisdom/
Spraying mannerisms, the Mad Hatter hit ‘em with a riddle/
That’ll tickle rhythms and castanets/
Cast a net, catch rapper with baited breath/
You missed my second coming, catch my second death/
Sporadic saviour, miraculous behaviour/
With spectacular vernacular to put rappers in danger/
Don’t talk to strangers, I’m Bristol’s sinister/
Pieminister, with middle fingers in each filling that mimics ya/
Upright, lyrics make listeners touch cloth/
Killing kiddie fiddlers outside of my school of thought/
I hear the pitter patter of weak bladders and get mad/
I hold back my heavy flow like a maxi pad/
Now I can’t stop running, I’m a chocolate star/
Lapping old school rapper with my Marathon bars/
CHORUS
Golden, Golden, Golden!/
Age of the good old days, soundtrack of the chosen/
Patron saint of the amen break/
And I ain’t going nowhere/
X2
VERSE 2
Ready to rock/
Jaws with a force that turn floors to porcelain/
When they drop, blocks are scattered like Lego born again/
Menopause women bawl at my flow storming in/
To the booth with truth like test tubes in an orphanage/
Award Tour, of Tribal proportions/
Quests that question Mohammad like the Mormons/
Polygamous raps, I took half and divorced them/
Took form as Benjamin Franklin abortion/
Electro Boy! Poised to strike mics like thunder/
With flow so cold I piss snow in the Tundra/
Devil boy wonder, crowds cast asunder/
With suicide pacts that paint walls by numbers/
Grey matter patterns give you a tail to tuck/
Nothing chills you like a curse word and I’m cool as fuck/
Cider and black rat pack raps from the barrel/
Run through you like Ascot tread on your bone marrow/
CHORUS
Golden, Golden, Golden!/
Age of the good old days, soundtrack of the chosen/
Patron saint of the amen break/
And I ain’t going nowhere/
X2
Introducing, the ear seducing rhyme professor/
Cipher scholar hollering illusions at my leisure/
Devils imagery conjured vividly through rap wizardry/
Words visit like an epiphany and cause villainy/
Simply spitting sympathy syllables at symphonies/
That make musical masterpieces that mirror my tyranny/
Symmetrical flow error, I piss fire and reign terror/
And leave heat for people still Under The Weather/
Pull yourself together through the use of nooses/
The useless abuse this and hang their heads in excuses/
While I hunger for mic wonder, thirst for first place/
Second guessing at three paces with the force of four aces/
Back to basics, the joker at the top of your pack/
Blessing this rap profession with the magic that’s black/
A tragical fact, cause mass damage in rap habitats/
Ruin your act when magicians pull me out of their hats/
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OK
03:46
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VERSE 1
We're now living in an age of what the fuck?
It's a double dip recession brother, that's what's up/
Captain credit crunch, with a bowl full of bad luck/
Check the overdraft like yo, it's a bad month/
Still i've had fun, reminiscing maths class/
looking at my wage slip, trying to figure out tax/
Same as every other month, it's a dumb task/
Groundhog payday, trying to make that shit last/
But fuck it yo, at least I got a dope beat/
Put it on the back burner, I call it a hot seat/
Sit on it, ignore it and I go sleep/
Wak up in the morning, the important shit is all free/
Friends, family and health, they tell me fuck wealth/
Jonny control yourself/
People pulling strings set you up to fail/
But i'll be damned if I like them take my soul as well/
CHORUS
Times are hard, the pain is large/
And lifewanna leave you with scars/
But we're gonna be okay/
okay, okay, okay/
VERSE 2
Now tell me, how am I supposed to smile on my face/
While men are strapped with a P45 to the waste/
I'm just trying to get by without lying in cases/
I ain't dying for cake, i'm inspired to taste/
Admire the chase to make it but musically/
Girls love bass, men do too/
Without the B/
You can aim for the target with the market research/
Barrage 'em with t shirts and sell till your knees hurt/
If you heard a dope verse, i'm glad you're appeased/
It ain't about you though, I wrote it for me/
When i'm getting this head pressure who's setting me free/
Hip Hops in my body and it's letting me breathe/
Come chill with a brother, it's St Pauls in summer/
Ans some of us won't suffer while others become numbers/
It's alright. Just keep your guard/
Cus the stakes are high and the times are hard/
CHORUS
Times are hard, the pain is large/
And lifewanna leave you with scars/
But we're gonna be okay/
okay, okay, okay/
VERSE 3
I delve into my size twelves well past the limit/
And wallow in my sorrows till tomorrow i'm a cynic/
Hell makes my pride swell, I dwell with the timid/
As we burrow in your burough under shadows of a mimic/
Follow crowds to the bridges, I'm allowed to be vivid/
Look around as my blood covers the ground, free spirit/
Released, compound syllable beast
Now in critical condition gritted my teeth/
Just wanted to be invisible now visualise me/
The pitiful individual with nowhere to be/
Illeagal to bleed so even death is out of my league/
Defiantly dying to speak, its likeim fighting to breathe/
Smiting evil people, heathens, not believing in me/
They'll see a magic middle finger as a trick up my sleeve/
Tears have run dry, you're lying if you expect me to grieve/
Check out the heart beat, deciets the weapon of thieves/
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Power
03:48
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VERSE 1
We're now living in an age of what the fuck?
It's a double dip recession brother, that's what's up/
Captain credit crunch, with a bowl full of bad luck/
Check the overdraft like yo, it's a bad month/
Still i've had fun, reminiscing maths class/
looking at my wage slip, trying to figure out tax/
Same as every other month, it's a dumb task/
Groundhog payday, trying to make that shit last/
But fuck it yo, at least I got a dope beat/
Put it on the back burner, I call it a hot seat/
Sit on it, ignore it and I go sleep/
Wak up in the morning, the important shit is all free/
Friends, family and health, they tell me fuck wealth/
Jonny control yourself/
People pulling strings set you up to fail/
But i'll be damned if I like them take my soul as well/
CHORUS
Times are hard, the pain is large/
And lifewanna leave you with scars/
But we're gonna be okay/
okay, okay, okay/
VERSE 2
Now tell me, how am I supposed to smile on my face/
While men are strapped with a P45 to the waste/
I'm just trying to get by without lying in cases/
I ain't dying for cake, i'm inspired to taste/
Admire the chase to make it but musically/
Girls love bass, men do too/
Without the B/
You can aim for the target with the market research/
Barrage 'em with t shirts and sell till your knees hurt/
If you heard a dope verse, i'm glad you're appeased/
It ain't about you though, I wrote it for me/
When i'm getting this head pressure who's setting me free/
Hip Hops in my body and it's letting me breathe/
Come chill with a brother, it's St Pauls in summer/
Ans some of us won't suffer while others become numbers/
It's alright. Just keep your guard/
Cus the stakes are high and the times are hard/
CHORUS
Times are hard, the pain is large/
And lifewanna leave you with scars/
But we're gonna be okay/
okay, okay, okay/
VERSE 3
I delve into my size twelves well past the limit/
And wallow in my sorrows till tomorrow i'm a cynic/
Hell makes my pride swell, I dwell with the timid/
As we burrow in your burough under shadows of a mimic/
Follow crowds to the bridges, I'm allowed to be vivid/
Look around as my blood covers the ground, free spirit/
Released, compound syllable beast
Now in critical condition gritted my teeth/
Just wanted to be invisible now visualise me/
The pitiful individual with nowhere to be/
Illeagal to bleed so even death is out of my league/
Defiantly dying to speak, its likeim fighting to breathe/
Smiting evil people, heathens, not believing in me/
They'll see a magic middle finger as a trick up my sleeve/
Tears have run dry, you're lying if you expect me to grieve/
Check out the heart beat, deciets the colour of thieves/
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The Scribes Bristol, UK
“Raw and exciting, honest and sensitive, a soulful brand of rap” - Metro UK
"Music bursting
with invention. The Scribes are set for big things" - BBC Introducing
"Winners of Best Live Act" - Eat Music Radio
“Winners of Best Urban Act” - Exposure Music Awards
“Genuinely memorable, The Scribes could be what UK hip hop has been looking for” - Hip Hop Connection Magazine
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