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Burnt Toast EP

by Just Muz

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1.
Burnt Toast (Intro) (free) 01:19
I handle bars like push bike handlebars Riding by the brambles under stars Tabletop candles in the dark Sparklers in the park Joyriders in the cars It's the fabric of the past, the pens like a needle We used to find syringes in the churchyard where the steeple Pointed to getting high as the heavens Play on the estate just be back by seven My childhood smelled of burnt toast Chlorine in swimming pools Where we first learned strokes I still can't do butterfly But I'm a caterpillar rapper killer when I wanna rhyme Cocooned in my studio room Till I'm entombed Juliet you ain't my sun or my moon That'd be music I revolve around the verse With a species of MCs evolved around the earth We held sessions on a Friday Rhyme into a wardrobe Swore loads, played on radio would sound like morse code Save our souls, save our souls Hopeless kids trying to pan for gold In your left and right earlobe Hi fi and stereo I write material alive with my ghosts Echoes of the old days Embers of the coal blaze In the dying light of a fire Where we sat round on Sundays Gran listened to choirs Songs of praise, songs of praise Me and grandad trying to Watch match of the day I miss those fights I lay awoke and wrote this I miss those nights
2.
Convertible 03:04
Intro... my dad bought a car, I was impressed cos it was roofless he was doing well with business, guess cos he was ruthless I would sit there in the back and watch his hands against the wheel till he got out of control, and crashed and now I feel like every journey taken was a road into a place he didn't want to ever reach but there was no escape see the truth in your wing mirrors, chasing you down no reversing, only cursing, music facing you now I was sitting in our flat, he was driving from our home I heard that front door close and so I sprinted to the road saw the number plate with lettering like BRB, we hardly, ever forget what our weak hearts keep memories of riding shot gun, I was my pop's son he was meant to fight my wars, even if we lost some instead we fought each other till we had to make the cops come guess that's why he told me, this what I want son and I just wanna go, far from my town with my convertible, all the windows down (x2) if they drive into the night sky like back to the future all these boomerang dads, they come back in the future catch em on a good day, don't talk about the breakdown talk about the day, that he would pull up to the playground I would hop into the front seat, turn the radio on never thought that one day that i'd be on radio one though the cars on the scrapyard, me and dad trying to fix I just hope that this time he's got the drive for it. and I just wanna go, far from my town with my convertible, all the windows down (x2)
3.
said you want an old school song so i'm giving you an old school song where's everybody from my old school gone now i've learnt that its been too long My first school was Gilmorton outskirts of Leicester, thirty minute bus ride to get there, Reception, dad would drop me off and I would get scared immensely, everything was too large, from the rooms, to the year 6's playing 40/40 in the school yard - this was the deep end, they use to take us swimming on a Wednesday, and I thought that it was the end, first time I was underwater bordered by my three friends, but I forget their names said you want an old school song so i'm giving you an old school song where's everybody from my old school gone now i've learnt that its been too long My next school was Grouville, I moved there in Year 3 met Rory in the playground, he immediately steered me to the computers, I declined, not knowing one day in the future, we'd connect just like a router, I played football for the A-team, wasn't a great shooter, became a keeper, now i'm saving memories, I share em over FIFA, with Saralis, who I met in Maths class always copying my work, and told me not to tell the teacher one of these old days will come around and reach you, and grab you the sleeve, drag you to the times that we ran around the beach, nothing but our dreams and a westerly island breeze by the time to leave, we sat on benches like thrones looking at the hall like it was something that we owned man, that little place was my kingdom, my school mates I miss em, somewhere in the distance said you want an old school song so i'm giving you an old school song where's everybody from my old school gone now i've learnt that its been too long high school, guess who won the prizes for English now they've asked me back to tell the kids how I did this I'll stand there and give to them the one golden rule no matter where you go, don't forget the old school
4.
Needs / Wants (free) 03:54
look up the category for me find me under rated my glory under stated, my storybook was vacant wrote it down and broke new ground like I was under paving I'm always under raining, my bosses under pay me mum's calling up and checking if her son's behaving says I hope you don't believe that you're becoming famous after all a couple pages, do not a man maketh I bare all in raps like I stand naked, this is mic magic, early life was quite tragic your like why he's still rapping about the dad shit? freeze, I know that I repeat like a bill murray scene chill Muzzy please, I still worry dreams see I'm chasing them since I was born, straight Jason them I'd kill to know to exactly who I'm meant to be play so many roles that i'm uncertain of my destiny The smoking mic prototype and everybody testing me Where do you go when you have got where you want What do you want, when you have got what you need? Wanting some more is that a cause for applause, or do we pause and be appalled at the greed? look up the category for me under rated nah that's an understatement, been writing hooks for ages they're like right hooks to faces, aiming for hits like I was AJ with a glove and raised fist, round one its hard to be hard when i'm as bubbly as calgon the one that many up and comers went and got their style from, I vow to keep the rhyme strong I vow to beat my demons, but every time I fight with them, i'm finding that i'm bleeding arriving then i'm leaving, so its I true rarely stick around I was probably lying when I told you I was out of town countless people counted on me, count me out I let them down the more we shine, our judgement clouds lights out on nights out, we're tripping and we're falling drunk texting, next thing be careful who you're calling when the morning comes down and the dawns coming up you still wanting more and more will never be enough Where do you when you have got where you want What do you want, when you have got what you need? Wanting some more is that a cause for applause, or do we pause and be appalled at the greed? Goodie two shoes With his two left feet Trying to dance with the devil on a moonlit street, I'll be damned if you settle with a view like me Take a chance with a pebble on a moonlit beach, Stone me down, then hold me down Don't bring me back I'm supposed to drown, Wake up from that, I'm on the over ground, and it's slowing down, and i'm scoping out drinking in the view full of choking doubt Now where do you when you have got where you want What do you want, when you have got what you need? Outro
5.
Beano 00:44
I was a rapping bambino childish as gambino, but i'm smarter than tuxedo's saw De niro in casino and I thought there would be no point in chasing money and the world like Al Pacino but I went from finding Nemo, to scarface and tarentino I need slow it down like I was bobby Valentino take it back unto the day, that my hobby was reading Beano playing basketball in parks and missing even every free throw loved ones took off like heathrow and if it didn't dent my heart, then it probably did my ego we would drive a dented car out to the bay, but not Montego just a little island, chilling on the east coast
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April Fools 02:26
7.
March 27th 03:04
Fifteen years old, listen to tribe called quest, rhyming at the parties make the vibe more fresh take a microphone and hide your stress they told me have a dream and it will guide your steps I got two left feet, dance with me while i'm tripping I never see my girlfriend on the weekend, and I miss her vodka in the mixer, treating bars like an elixir to any kind of pain i've ever felt up in my system, aint no words of wisdom, I can give ya only pictures like your insta, this is me without a filter Hope you like it, I am so divided, this after party coincided with the comedowns and everybody's numb now trying to find love by sundown in run down houses, the cycle never making sense I'm trying to pay my rent and make amends with vacant friends we use to drive a saxo, but dream of a mercedes benz, now time drives apart, and that's the way it ends I'm reckless in the way I spend, Friday 8pm I hit the ATM see you on the Monday - free you from the mundane I can't - we're all caught up in the same march I wrote this on the twenty seventh, couple days after Fife entered heaven, ciphering with legends - I'm deciphering the message that he left us following the path like Hansel after bread crust aint no fairy tale here only dead trust mandy and a headrush - I need to rest up I'm kinda stressed out, waiting to be next up Stay strategising like regulars at chess club Fifteen years old, listen to tribe called quest, rhyming at the parties make the vibe more fresh take a microphone and hide your stress they told me have a dream and it will guide your steps (x2) Our generation smoke weed watching 4od I rather hit the record store, digging for old beats I was born to be a story teller, getting better with time, like the wine you store in cellars I rhyme so purely zealous since the days of Rory's terrace by the sea, him, Jacob and me been about four years since we were all three and every thing has changed now since we were all teens we're little less friendly cos the world's more mean we got girls that before were a dream, became the normal routine Do you miss it though, what I do miss is sitting in the kitchen with you both, listen close Fifteen years old, listen to tribe called quest, rhyming at the parties make the vibe more fresh take a microphone and hide your stress they told me have a dream and it will guide your steps
8.
7.05 AM (free) 04:12
Passing trains patterning my window pane Below clouds navigating through the shipping lanes Of the sky, like an ocean, while the whipping rain Dripping over Monday, water on the city brain I sit and think of how to spin a phrase Though it’s more hit and miss than a year four cricket game Swinging for a little fame and getting bowled over, Dreamt I won the Lotto, and then I rolled over, Woke up, my girlfriend showing cold shoulders Cos I ain’t paid the heating bill, and I’m a no hoper Maybe darling, I listen to the baby starlings, singing from the rooftops as yet another day is starting Yeah I could tell what i'm looking to do Yeah I could tell where I'm looking to go The beat kicks like Messi through the back four but no chance for Sky Sports, its back into the track for clean vocals, then re-record some ad-libs, couldn't breathe the first take, you see I got some bad ribs mad kids broke em in a fight, every word hurts that I spoke into the mic, But i've only got a short time, i'm hoping its alright, Now its seven o' five, so it's clothes on, and out in the light Yeah I could tell what i'm looking to do and everything I do, i'm lucky I do South Bermondsey, where the sirens are emergencies, and the estates keep on rehearsing for a murder scene some burly teens punched up my neighbour, had his nosebleed decorating the front of his morning paper, while the vapour of the weed smoke drifts like green ghosts I walk through it and the elevator seems broke I take the stairs again, cold getting my hairs on end I put my hands together like i'm miming for the prayers of the men, that's lack of gloves, I leave the building, with a rap I love Playing on my phone, and I'm running till I catch the bus, lungs telling me remember you got asthma Muz, out of breath, sweating, then its on the way to Hackney bruv. The kids there know me, and also Mr Antrobus, having sat in class with us, and studying the classics cos what's education without Lauryn Hill? I'm a white boy rap teacher, pretty odd but still
9.
Living in a bungalow with mum and my sister meant that I was young when becoming a mister man of the house, the other wasn't in picture did a runner like he's trying to make the cut as a sprinter, winter, I ran 100m was the winner, look around and saw nobody saw me at the finish - summer, rapping at my first show I was proud look around and saw my friend's mum's there up in the crowd now, what can I be telling James Brown? how can it be our world if we straight break out? wow, here we go another break down? now we might change the wheel, but we never stay round? it's easy to erase a child but we could make it easier to raise a child, if we stick around, with family ties, homework and shoelaces instead of birthday phone calls and suitcases pack it all in a rap, what can I say to you till you understand? pack it all in a rap, what does it take for you to call me a man? Living in a bungalow, with Julia and Hannah occasionally, went to go and stay over at nana's over fifty years, her and my grandad had been married that's something that our current generation couldn't carry summer, I saw the waterworks like a plumber from girls that I was getting with to never text their number winter, realising that I should be ashamed can't be mad at dad, if that's the way that I behaved pack it all in a rap, what can I say to you till you understand? pack it all in a rap, what does it take for you to call me a man? Living here in London, I am now twenty four learned a lot of lessons and I'm sure there's plenty more I run into my dad and now occasionally we talk but if honesty was wealth, then I would say we're very poor Fall, around October, I gave you a call talked about the footie and the Leicester City score Spring, I have grown into a man and I am tall To be a man, to be a man, I must forgive you after all pack it all in a rap, what can I say to you till you understand? pack it all in a rap, what does it take for you to call me a man?
10.
Heart of a Man (Outro) (free) 01:45
young men want to be brave men, I never knew what brave meant came alive in the night time, couldn't work out what my days meant every day spent was a counterfeit coin, not amounting to much, every day spent was a counterfeit coin, no value to touch plus its easy to go astray and London's full of drugs if cocaine is Class A, how can we classify love I'm hooked right on it, like a catchy chorus only trying to catch the purest, standing by the road like a taxi tourist, trying to get that map towards it damn its moorish, but what's in the mix? You can never be sure, my girlfriend has expensive taste compared her to i'm poor, but that don't matter if we scatter in the night, we're nothing but matter am I right? Atomised stars, adamant parts of damaging heart beating like a hammer when it strikes, judgement day and i'm holding court, judgement day, will you judge me fair? If I hold my thoughts outside my head, then I bet you all would run in fear Clear, like CPR I know that the music is deep in parts, get holding your breath, I flow with the best, know that I'll rest never until I am over my stress sober depressed, or high as boeing I'm hoping to jet over the globe will you owe me respect? i'm dope as it gets, though i'm broke as it gets what I wrote to cassettes won't change the world but it might just change your mind, what do you think bout Hip Hop? What do you think about mine? I rhymed on bus seats, and park benches streets corners and the school entrance lunch tables and house parties, started a career on my couch partly, youth clubs, empty bars, cinema lobbies, in the back of cars now it's abbey road, and studio's opera houses, packed out shows was mic checks, now it's nine cheques all in the post while the rhyme gets heavy as the world in the palm of a hand how can you weigh this heart in a man?
11.
Hand me the mic, I'm left angry, while the rising politicians all stand to the right well, that escalated quickly they tell me to forget the taste of victory and i'm sickly pick me, i'm a pygmy in my city simply trying to make the big league indeed, I speak in deeds, check the last will and testament, in fact you could ask for Will for testaments, ain't nobody messing with my art, these are the freshest prints it's not the soundtrack to freshers drinks, packing too many degrees, can I turn down the heat? back in, the kitchen like its my turn to eat and I am done snacking, hand me the mic I used to rap inside the lunch hall dinner ladies use to love it, all the kids were unsure the same kids who try to spud me at festival say they love my metaphors, i'm like have we met before? I don't forget you all, the elephants in residence I mean the room, but soon I really need to mention it the fact that we're jealous of developments and many of the fellas want my feathers in propeller tips clip my wings until i'm falling out of relevance i'm telling these hecklers your soul won't fit in , like every other slipper Cinderella tried to get in strip it down to acapella I don't need a rhythm gifted I don't have to tell ya, tell ya it's a given even if I was an apple seller, I would make a killing for lyrically I bear fruit whenever i'm spitting looking at the world like its ripe for the picking hand me the mic, take a second take a breath we all need a break, I got mine when my tape impressed rob da bank from the world famous radio my mates called me like I heard you, aint it crazy bro only feels like days ago sitting in a label lobby nearly got a deal but then again the major dropped me oh well, at least they put me in the hotel gave me some expensive coffee told me I could flow well it's a hard knock life when there are no bells saying that's the fights finished, we're hardly prize winners I just write lyrics that you like em is coincidental hand me the mic and watch what I can do with instrumentals and it's mental how i'm going viral one freestyle and i'm watching it spiral Johnny hit me up on whatsapp and warned me bout my ego I told my mates that I was arrogant, they were like we know big fish in a small pond, the opposite of nemo flip the letters over and I read it as an omen still dreaming of the ocean, still dreaming that I could be beside it with my old friends, we tried to reunite in Liverpool just the other week except they were so fucked up that we couldn't speak we all deal with life in our various ways, but how do you celebrate by staring to space? hand me the mic, rhyme is of the essence I get scientific with it though I used to skive the lessons i'm sorry sir, but I'm more about the bars than cells, and I know a lot of teens spitting bars in cells, my conviction is comparable, yet unparalleled to any parable, I aint here to be Samaritan we all got troubles, I aint big enough to carry them until i've got it made with my very own marian I'm aiming for the straight and narrow, on point like the straightest arrow, its for kids who never went to Harrow mum's a nurse, father was a gardener my sister is a physic, and I'm a starving artist huh? Now who's got my back told my chiropractor it was only her in fact I'm fine with that yeah i'm fine with that hand me the mic and that's your final act.

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After releasing Jumpers for Goalposts, I was planning another full length LP. The pressure of matching 'Jumpers' got to me though, so I thought i'd release my new music in smaller batches. This is the first of these.

Burnt Toast is a collection of songs that span from my childhood memories to my daily morning commute, along the way there are (literally) old school songs, stories of expensive coffee in record label lobbies, fathers in convertible cars, and some toast that got burnt. The usual.

Enjoy. See you on the next batch.

Christian

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released January 1, 2016

Written and recorded by Christian Foley.
Production sampled from Oddisee, Soul Square, Apollo Brown & .Sinh

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