1. |
Opening Credits (Intro)
01:18
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2. |
I'm Good
02:51
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Who knew I was a student apprentice,
Musical chemist, fluid in my pen
hallucinogenic, remove the roof of the premise
True over loops I'm a menace
I'm getting love like playing cupid at tennis,
Forget your stupid incentives,
You will be losing when I'm musing,
Tell me who's as inventive,
As this newest inventor using a sentence,
Usually penning whatever you should remember
Now are we cruising in venice?
My pen is oozing flowing flooding your terrace,
In the meanwhile I am dancing freestyle with two Cinderella's
And having the prince looking jealous
Better know with the ink I am zealous,
Gritty as Brazilian favela's, well I be the lyrical vendor,
And I be that miracle seller
(he's good)
Better keep the crowd on my side,
Better keep the crown on my crown,
Tell me are you for the down the ride?
I'll have you up for the night,
While I will be writing my material, your finding on your ariel
I'm serious as serial killers, killing for cereal
Cheerio to your cheerios… (echo)
(he's good)
Leaving you writhing on the side walk,
Set the mic alight like guy fawkes,
I know how to flow, and I know what to do
And how do I know this, nobody knew
Aint showing no clues, I'll show and I'll prove
Like scientists, my rhyming is
Blowing up all appliances, holding your mind
With a pliers grip, But still I am not provided tips,
By downloaders in pirate ships,
Who do not pay to buy my gifts, don't try to riff,
Or rival this, do you people know what time it is
I doubt that very greatly, how many raps I buried lately,
I would say its nearly eighty, make you look sincerely dainty
In comparison you're shady, like the shadow lands of hades
And I'm hercules when I work the beats, and I flow like the Euphrates
No mercedes, understood
But I got the drive to hear you praise me
1.20 (he's good)
My deft delivery is definitely
Delving into territory, bereft of identity,
Many are seeming deaf to me,
Any beat that is tempting me,
Don't tend to take it tenderly
My tendency to tear it,
Wear it out until I'm ended see,
My pedigree is beyond
What you ever see on
MTV or BET, like 3 ET's
I'm alien, beam me into your stadium
A spaceship full of lady friends,
See fame is full of faking friends
Who follow those who make the trends
I swallow prose and spray it then
In form of poetry, you know its me
Until I make an end.
(he's good) repeat
1.54
Everything I do is my way,
Making my competition irate,
Watching my woman as she gyrates,
And no I don't need five dates,
Acting primal as a primate,
Call me a beast upon the beat,
With at least a feast between my teeth
All you rappers I seem to eat,
If I buy your track I keep receipts
Every time I rap I see retreat
Every time you rap, I hit delete
Every rhyme I pack, is leaking heat
I'm vocally flowing, your locally knowing
I'm showing opponents how to move
My verse shakes like earthquakes,
I even cause the ground to move.
And don't ask me how I do that?
I'm the one to watch, clock me
And don't ask me how I knew that
True that, I'm aware exactly where your shoes at
So don't ask me where you stand,
So beneath me, that's where I land,
Somewhere spanning over clouds
Do what I do until my plans,
Will now just open out
Do what I do until my grans,
Looking down, and very proud
My tape will cut your tape,
You see it made it to the finished
A song to enter your history
And never be diminished.
(He's good)
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3. |
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Out of sight, is outta mind,
Although even going blind, wouldn't get you outta mine,
Please tell me if a single rhyme is seeming outta line,
But I wanna be the one you watch, I'm running outta time,
Running outta shine, trying to be a better son,
Running outta lies, I know where I get it from
Placing truth upon my tongue, my aim is to let it run,
Stabbed a pen into my heart, for the art I bled this song,
I've led you on a path of mine, trying to be pacified,
Peace seemed to pass me by, well that's just fine
Any quiet I required, was acquired by a choir
Of desires who were lighting up the fires of my speech,
The higher that I reach, inspires any climber for the peaks,
Any rhymer to his peak, any time i'm feeling week
I remember feeling weeks, months, years, of nothing but fears,
Nothing but tears, while I'm feeling like I shouldn't be here,
Now that loved ones have looked for God and disappeared,
My peers, it appears you should cover your ears,
If you don't wanna hear, hope I made myself clear,
Out of sight, is outta mind,
Although even going blind, wouldn't get you outta mine,
Please tell me if a single rhyme is seeming outta line,
But I wanna be the one you watch, I'm running outta time,
Running outta shine, trying to be a better son,
Running outta lies, I know where I get it from
Placing truth upon my tongue, my aim is to let it run,
Stabbed a pen into my heart, for the art I bled this song,
I've led you on a path of love,
Yet how many asking after Muz, when I aint around,
My home friends wonder why I never stay in town,
I say the world's too big, I need to fly, never stay aground
So I aint gonna stay around, and fuck any fame that I may have found,
And fuck any chain, it would weigh me down,
I aint made it mum, until I make you proud, only then I will a take a bow
Before I take a vow, to any future wife,
I need to explain, this music I will do for life,
And all of the girls that I used to like,
Refused to like it,
Now they're just somebody that I used to like,
Out of sight, is outta mind,
Although even going blind, wouldn't get you outta mine,
Please tell me if a single rhyme is seeming outta line,
But I wanna be the one you watch, I'm running outta time,
Running outta shine, trying to be a better son,
Running outta lies, I know where I get it from
Placing truth upon my tongue, my aim is to let it run,
Stabbed a pen into my heart, for the art I bled this song,
Can we have a moment of silence,
You could lose it all quick, in a moment of violence,
My opponents are tyrants, trying to end worlds
Like omens of Mayans, meanwhile my flow is a science,
With the buzz that'll blow your appliance,
Show your compliance, or be blown to Orion
I've grown with the giants, toe to toe with the titans
Throwing quotes toward the frightened,
Fighting like lions to provide em with some hope up in my writing,
Inciting you to excitement,
Alright then, no need for hype men,
Running out rhyme with my little bit of my time spent,
It aint enough to make you love me,
Or to bring my Grandmother back, so she can hug me,
Life is ugly, and dying aint pretty,
I'm just a little soul, so alone in the city,
Glad my girlfriend is with me, vowing not let her down
I hope we feel the same, when its time to settle down
Out of sight, is outta mind,
Although even going blind, wouldn't get you outta mine,
Please tell me if a single rhyme is seeming outta line,
But I wanna be the one you watch, I'm running outta time,
Running outta shine, trying to be a better son,
Running outta lies, I know where I get it from
Placing truth upon my tongue, my aim is to let it run,
Stabbed a pen into my heart, for the art I bled this song,
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4. |
Scared of New York
04:52
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Put you at the centre of my planet earth,
Call you my core and all, I fall for you but plan for worse,
Case scenarios, if you got in your car and drove,
Till we're far apart, I aint opposing what you heart has chose,
I can't imagine being hardly close,
My universe is use to hurt, so everything that used to hurt,
Is everything I use to work, this song,
Don't get me wrong I like the usual perks of rap careers,
But this atmosphere can weigh me down like atlas here,
Shed tears, turn my city to atlantis here,
Try understand my fears,
I'm scared of what the future has in store for me
When I can just afford to eat, let alone get samples cleared
I was abandoned by my Dad at home,
Many years I was raised by an answer phone,
But we cried together finding out now that the cancer grown
In his dad's bones, with sad tones and black clothes
Singing irish hymns, I cried goodbye with him,
And hope in time, I find that I'm alright with him,
I aint forgiving what you did to us,
The reason I aint quick to trust,
Relationships I shrink to dust,
Sitting on the brink of lust, a simple push
I fall in love, thought this morning if she fly away,
For big dreams, who am I say to stay behind
Be with me, I play rewind on favourite rhymes
And pray to find a kinda path to follow,
But the truth is, I'm lost today, probably still tomorrow
All I offer is my heart, and the promise isn't hollow
I won't be topping any charts, so my pride I gotta swallow
Admit it, I aint quite the catch,
I was writing from the ash but she would strike a match,
Igniting my excitement, so one night spent
Turned into a decent few, turned into a reason to
See it turn to me and you, and now you seem to see me through
All the nightmares, till their quite scarce,
I'd dreamed the good life, woke up and its right there,
In tight jeans, and nike airs, and I'm like yeahhh…
sample
2.04
My mum called today, since she lost her father
She need her son more, I aint forgot life's gotten harder,
My sister graduating, getting interviews and growing up
Her brother on the street, drunk throwing up…
Odds of me seeing success - going up,
Arrange a date with lady luck, but she aint showing up
I'm fighting for a listeners attention span
One in particular, but she won't even mention man
But if you do, you might just see a better side to me
I open up at night to you, but more so when I write to beats
I love to see you rising to the highest peaks,
Orions belt, lights the window,
Hit the pillow, sleep twice as deep
That's the kinda night to make a life complete…
I'm arrogant and insecure
I might cause my slip and fall like blindfolds on icy streets,
And if I fall, many wanna see it so they fight for seats,
My big break still playing hide and seek
And to those who maintain they need reasons
Where ex girls turned cold like ski seasons,
Everything went downhill when I found thrills in cheap treasons,
Reality bites and its keeps teething.
I speak even when all against the odds,
I remember, sitting there in restaurants,
Arguing, so dad left at once,
We couldn't pay the bill
That was Christmas Day, all the shame I feel,
Accumulated, pain I assumed I hated
But it was pain that made this human face it,
And had me bare my soul so I'm truly naked
Me and my microphone, that's my first love,
Have my friends saying finish the verse muz,
But a break up would shake up my snow globe,
And have me quiet, stressing in my cold zone,
I used to think when walking past my old home,
That memories are enemies to bend your knees
I fold prone, eventually the centuries will pass by
And I'll be gone, nothing left of me
But for these rhyming songs,
And if you must define my life,
I live within the lines that I write, so if you love me
You'll love these,
Put you at the centre of my planet earth,
Call you my core and all, I fall for you, won't plan for worse,
Case scenarios, if you got in your car and drove,
Till we're far apart, you would still be the heart I chose,
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5. |
Christian James
02:49
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Just an honest boy with simple dreams,
Coupled with beats, I aint ever known what single means
Now you can argue what my single means,
But I was born to write, thats why a microphone is in my jeans
Trying to turn my life into the richest queen,
She was a bitch, and it seems there aint no in betweens,
I guess that I was fortunate,
I paid for every crime of mine, the price is so extortionate,
I give you food for thought, and every portion is proportionate,
To all the shit I saw, outside my porch I want a Porsche to sit
But of course I can't drive yet,
I'm passing out fliers, not flying higher with five jets,
Whatever will hurt me now, I can work it out like biceps,
Promise to rhyme right, with my time left,
Cos no one can stay up at the top for long,
Let alone the bottom, what I'm jotting aint the hottest song,
But even at my worse, every verse is very real
Unless you lost your nerve, my words you will forever feel
Their kinda permanent, my future indeterminate,
My mother on the line, begging me to try determine it,
Fans don't shout my name, or even murmur it,
But every rap I murder it, knowing that you aint heard of it….
I got the spark, that would have a label first convinced
Finished my album, been working on this version since,
I don't need the money of a persian prince,
Plus anything I purchase, couldn't really purge my sins,
But anyway this for my Grandads,
Who died a month apart and loved my art till the last gasp,
My past I aint proud of what I did,
Nearly drowned, mum and dad had burned every bridge
I used to break into his house and steal food from the fridge
Call it payback, thats what you got from running from your kids,
I'm kinda sick of telling this,
But I need to and I can't afford a therapist,
Till it pays off from selling this, no days off like ferrisses
Ever since I rhymed, i've been trying to climb Everest,
An uphill struggle, I juggle double your troubles above a precipice
Puzzled,
I can't find piece of mind.
So I offer you a piece of mine,
Dying to be living free from prisons of pain,
You my name,
And if you don't its Christian James.
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6. |
Stay
03:51
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Every dog'll have his day, and I'm awaiting mine
Me and other young dreamers, see us wait in lines
Scheming to be stealing your watch, see I'm taking time
So that maybe one year you will pay me mind,
I came a long way from reciting all the jay-z rhymes
Back when my black pen tried to get me maybe signed
To a major, as a minor, but crazy shine
Aint worth being chained for your daily grind…
I changed deals, stayed real, stayed true
My grandmother was a maid and she made do,
So her grandson, won't imagine a mansion,
I had a thousand of my raps sung, before I was paid to
Tried to write stories, never got past page two,
Tried to find glory, never got that phrase too,
Settled fights with my words, I never had my face bruised
And know how this game works, I learned how to break rules
I met those who told me I would never rap,
So I give you this gift, in the present track,
Somebody probably looking for their blessings back
I guess I have a lot of them, even though the pressure stacks
These are precious tracks, valuable as treasure maps
Every ex, that crossed me off, you aint getting jack,
I'm on the road like Kerouac, well relaxed to the sound
Of this very sax, no regrets at last
(chorus)
Rappers have imaginary friends,
Driving their imaginary benz,
Vanishing like magic, when the cash you carry ends,
Now what about the time that you really haven't spent
In real life, too busy with career hype
Talking about bitches, now you wish had a real wife,
This atmosphere can be kinda poisonous,
Every man for himself, whose voice to trust?
Mine is hardly pitch perfect,
I ballin', I ain't selling, I don't pitch perfect
The one thing to ever make this risk worth it,
Is the changing of a life, in like six verses
A bit nervous, and still afraid of heights,
Made mistakes, with my pen, I would make them write,
I don't need my name in lights,
But I wanna be the unknown boy , that you actually came to like
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7. |
Pink Matter (Remix)
02:27
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Since you've been gone, I've been quivering nights
Arrow to my heart in the dark, shivering flights
Deliver me to icarus heights, never had a father to be giving advice
Fell prey to be diced by carniverous bitesAnnotate
Of reality, when actually you women enticed
A young gun's trigger and sights
Shoot
Cupid hit third time, lucky, missing me twice
Now what is my particular vice?
I guess I never, never held a mirror to life
So no I don't reflect, losing my perspec-tive
Too intent, on dimming the lights
Didn't realise till tears brimming in eyes
Soaking in the truth, swimming in lies
Paying with my innocence, a minimum price
Crossed twice
Like a double vision image of Christ
Anyway, I'm waiting for a heaven lay
Date, with an angel, fly looking featherweight
No time for the stair way - elevate
Flow rhymes to the air way, setting records straight
Getting reputat-ions, for the sums of my mental state
Do the mathematics, I'm rapping addict reprobate
And that would stick with me, even if I never ever sell a tape
But then again she doesn't mind that
I could have a pot of gold, she wouldn't mine that
Lines tapped, train of thought, caught up in a hijack
Climax, time lapse, visual as imax
When I watch that scene unfolding
Not dreaming of a day I'm done holding...
Onto everything
Even if it never brings
The image of the two kids sitting on a swing
Seriously, I think deliriously
Plain old, same old, hilarious me
Preparing to be dying for your various needs
Precarious seas, nefarious deeds
Am I wary? Very, I can barely proceed...
Living in my words, vicariously
Put them all in a verse, the scariest read...
I just wanna bury my seeds
In mysterious areas where the berries and trees
Tease the breeze
Think Africa...
Capture, my Cleopat-r-a
I'm held ransom and in rapture of...
A queen up in my dreams
Athena, her demeanour
Center piece in the arena of my schemes
Impress like venus and serena on the green
Seems, I wanna feel the pattern of your genes
Don't think, don't blink
Pink matter
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8. |
Break For Lemonade
00:59
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9. |
Blue July
01:08
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Fairweather friends will help you out from May to June,
Say your my biggest fan, why don't play my tunes?
It's kinda hard selling it, truth be told,
Its kinda hard staying relevant, life can fuck you over,
Not a moment she'll be celibate, my situation delicate,
Pray to God I got some prospects,
Give you all my concepts, what you want next?
I'm second guessing, counting every second blessing,
Never good with numbers, I was skipping every second lesson,
When my seconds lessen, and my minutes wane,
And my kids ask what had kept your spirit sane?
I'll explain, one early morning when some lyrics came
My life really changed.
My mum says, listen up when Jesus talks,
I ignore her, but I still play Jesus Walks,
Rappers tend to be short on father figures,
I relate to them more, than what my father figures,
When you've spent your thirty pieces,
Will you retreat to horizons, I see you as the farthest figure,
Disappearing like the end credits,
I know I'm hurt, plus my friends said it,
I have ambitions but their only absurd,
That you could hear my verse and get to know me with words.
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10. |
Two Twenty One AM
02:21
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I aint really sleeping well,
Been dreaming I was swimming with the deepest swell
Drowning in surrounding grief, and too proud to plea for help
Seasons sail by, time changes how I see myself,
I know my demons well and know I don't believe in hell,
Though when I'm seeming frail I pray to God i'll see the bail
To free me the freezing jail of mourning where I seem to dwell,
I'm drawing on the cell walls, recording over beats I tell
The story of the leading male,
You need to feel it like your reading brail
Magic as sabrina's spells, I'm rapping till arena's sell
Seats in the evening heat, just to see me hailed
And reigning king, reaching the peaks that only dreamers scale
I'm unbalanced like uneven scales,
Never measure your talent, by whose achieving sales
Or how easy your CD seems to be leaving shelves,
I'm speaking with feeling and leaving you reeling
The reason's you MC"s are pale,
Is by comparison you to seem to pale,
Now who is the newest rapper truly never to be found,
Rarely seeing the light, but kinda heavy underground,
In the stomach of your town, now its hungry for the sound
Rumbling like the rhymes I write are fault lines colliding,
Hope lies inside him, with a flow like Poseidon,
So don't try surprise him, quotes
Rising on horizons like tsunamis, you could say I rock the boat
Calmly jotting notes and plotting how to make some more waves,
How have I got to Abbey Road, from rapping in the hallways,
Dare to dream for what we all crave, that's what you call brave,
Mind like the dawns rays, brightly shining, nightly rhyming
Had me climbing higher on my tiny island,
Now it so exciting that your finally buying.
My designs refined as the whitest diamonds,
Yeah I may have failed all my typed assignments,
But my lyrics take you skywards like fighter pilots,
Keep the cypher vibrant, my home life was violent,
Seen the bruises move from blue to shades of white and violet
Now I'm grown up and I'm happy cos the nights are silent
Wanting to peace of mind, so I tried to find it,
Here's a piece of mine, you can try define it
Jot to the beat when I can't get sleep
And wrote this song with class
Got what I want and I got what I need,
So I'm feeling free at last,
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11. |
New Orleans
01:57
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All I ever want to be is content,
So even if you disbelieve my content,
My songs meant more to me,
Than they ever could for you,
You don't like em, good for you
I compromise for no one,
So why you think I would for you
I want to write the old wrongs,
Committed as a young soul,
My grandfathers looking down,
Watching how I unfold,
Promises I made and broke,
My life inside a page of notes,
My heart in every phrase I wrote
Unconditional.
Love, I position in renditions of my spiritual
Words, first, its more than being lyrical,
I turn to rhymes, my mum turns to bibles
My father turns to drink, truth be told
Well I do, plans for writing story books
Fall shorter than Haiku's,
I gotta lotta dreams, and one in particular,
Seeing what I seen, the one to thing to lift me up
Is maybe in a decade, when my younger days are done,
My one true dream, is just to raise to son,
Show him to walk, and I will never walk out
Mine taught me to talk, and we don't talk now
Well mark my words and maybe listen in,
I know you never planned this, at the moment of my christening
Dipped the holy water, and then called me Christian,
Whoever's listening I doubt knows my real name,
Or even what I look like, but they can see the pain
I don't hide the scars now, why should I be ashamed
I'm brave enough to stand here, show my weaknesses
You can only be strong, when you know what weakness is,
Seeing death, made me realise of life - how bittersweet it is.
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12. |
Hold On (Gone)
02:28
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Please don't be broke spoke my brain to my heart,
So my heart told my brain stay sharp,
And please don't be broke said my wallet to my pocket
So my pocket told my wallet stay smart,
And my soul told my feet to be careful of the street
Where they beat, so my feet turned cold
Worried if my ex, told my next, that I'm a cause of stress,
And the stress told my spine now fold,
But my mind told my back to get back until aligned,
Sent a line to my lips - like rhyme,
And the rhyme skimmed the skies, till it fell into your ears
Told your eyes, to your fears, be blind
Seeing around, we're around dreamless,
Judging by my jeans, life'll never be seamless
You, call her a bitch, I switch that to a seamstress
Weaving us a tapestry, rapidly truth will seem dressed,
But in the naked flesh. truth is hurting
Till your flirting with your death, I see the many friends
I laid to rest, I promise you I'll do you proud,
Grandfather I can feel your glance, in a lance of light
Shining through the clouds…
Here's where you really have to hold on,
Learn to write, when you go wrong,
What have I left to me, when I'm gone but old songs,
Cut my story short, saying so long
(x2)
1.50
I hope that you relate to me,
When in many ways my own family don't
Now I could offer you fairy tales,
But well, I'm well aware reality won't
So I don't dwell on what I never had
Simple things like a safe home,
Words will never hurt you, my virtue
Is that mine will break bones,
Yet to destroy is all too easy,
To create, now that's hard believe me…
And my creation is here,
I hold this verse immersed in hurt
And shed no tears… after all
It's just a song.
And then i'm gone.
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Lyrics
Welcome to the world of wild boasts and self doubt,
Raised by a single parent, still I rarely helped out..
So I guess I'm really kinda heartless,
Call me what you want, I'm just an honest rhyming artist
Waving bye, to dad at flight departures,
He stabbed us in the back, betrayal on some Ides of March shit,
Forget the Roman reference, my only preference
Is you never show me deference, I'm an ordinary man,
Owe my presence, to my gifts and my gifts to my christmases
Watching crime drama, being silent witnesses,
To bust ups, I'd often say, 'can you not just wait,
At the very least until it's boxing day?'
Next scene, we were packing up and moving flats
No joke, but cracking up and feeling blue and bruised in fact,
Wrote it all down and crafted very human tracks,
Sold for revenue and those at school who never knew I rapped,
Thought I was cool, course I did...
Life sweet like Rekorderlig, before recorded gigs,
When I was talking big, dreams of notoriety,
Tried to show variety, no sobriety, I aint ever flowing quietly
About to break your shore, like a minor rap tsunami,
Sound your klaxon, hitting Britain like a saxon army
That's a takeover, grab the wheel, rearrange your range rover,
All you players claiming to shoot, it's game over...
Treating the streets like an arcade,
Say you spit but never even think about the bars sprayed..
No conscience, I'm bitter of the nonsense like John Smith's
Girls who dye to be the blondest, I would rather Pocohontus
Natural, actually factual, a satchel full of rhyme books
A pocket full of prose, socks are full of holes, bare my soul...
A little line of mine shines kinda like the rarest gold
Plus timeless, free like a good mind is,
Won't cost an arm and a leg like blood diamonds.
Even with a cast on, who would sign him?
Still I kept a straight spine, like book bindings,
Writing rap songs,
Very much a new comer,
Springing up on early mornings when I'm working through summer,
On a quest for love, like the Roots drummer,
Finished up my debut, I'll only sell a few numbers...
Though all my doubters I'll be proving wrong,
The kids a mix of Ice T and John Coffee, cool and strong...
Moving on, respect to my hero Verbs... you inspired me to do the song..
I hope you hear my words.
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14. |
Find No Enemy (Remix)
05:46
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Apparently, I'm a catholic christian
Chiseled by the vision of my dad's religion
Synonym for the system, catalyst for difference
Addition to division, wishing after the assistance
Of a listener - either at distance
Non existence or believes in his infinite wisdom
Not to interfere with his children
Leave that to the priests
Administer the last rites wrapped in the sheets
Of the money that you made in your fast life
Lasting at least one generation...
God's veneration replaced with the wrong simulation
The worship of the wealth
Be a pop idol, worshipping yourself
With the wallet not bible lurking on my shelf
Being perfectly myself, worsening my health
I'm trapped, between two factors
Neither of which I practice...
Tell a white lie now I lie upon the black list
Let's analyze that language
Languishing within our own vernacular
A heart of darkness, bloodstained like dracula
Who said that white means good?
Who said that black the means bad?
Racism takes words as walls to make prisons
Ironic how we're called Great Britain
What a strange adjective, for a state smitten
And protective when considering the great image
We erected, elected for hope and glory
History books all rewrote the story
For the land of the broke and gory
Choked with the homeless and all of us are coping poorly
Surely we could realise
That the reel lies, real life more like real lies
Real eyes get blinded, minds are reminded
Taught to rethink in the blink of an eyelid
Guided by media, class divides - needy and greedier
Mastermind - clueless sitting in the chair
Alive on air, living in the glare of the camera's
Defined by parameters, tick this box, provide the examiners
With all that you learn, you could watch Orwell turn
In a big brother tomb, while all that you earn
Will burn into ash - what is the world but a furnace for cash?
Getting spurred by the lash, work for your worth
From the first to the last gasp of the oxygen
Coughing till they box me in
Throw me in the ring like Don King, fight for my right
To do the wrong things with the power that the song brings
I could be a free man, build a living with these hands
Believing that we can, stand together
Make lions out of meek lambs...
Inherit the earth, in reality humanity is actually inherent at birth
Merit and worth and attainment
That should be a measure of the way that you retain it
When I entered entertainment
I never knew what to entertain meant - enslavement
Modern day cotton fields, rappers offered rotten deals
Pocket mills from the crops we yield
But behind the shades eye sockets aren't often pealed
Read the labels, see what they want concealed...
The fact, we own no masters
Not a single single on a tracklist
Not a word that slips outta my cracked lips
To the hi-hats snapping like cracked whips
In the tight fist of the industry
For them we ain't nothing but a till receipt
A chain of numbers on their bills and books
And the worst of it all, we make our own hooks
Let the idea marinate
Committed to the rhythm, won't marry late
Hate watching other men salivate over her
Figure not the mind, nor the lyric or the rhyme
Only the money, funny how the fame
Is the flame for the locust, ruining the beauty
Ruining the focus, a cold glaucoma
Distorting the vision of her old persona
Loner, loser, you see I don't abuse her
To amuse you, I know my youtube views are
Showing no popularity...
Hip Hop separates pop and reality
Not for the salary, it's an art form
One that could never be locked in a gallery
Watching the calories, lies that you consume
Soon, it's you that they consume true
I write back with the honesty
Ain't offering an image of a perfect polished me
No apology, I'm a work in progress
Like everybody else and I'm hurting no less
Than I deserve, I won't reverse the letters in my verse
Am I reserved? Never, with a cliched heart on the sleeve
I strive to be brave like the spartans believed
I breathe in the breeze in the dark on my knees I freeze
And fling my pleas to God
Sorting out the world ain't an easy job
I'm a sinner but please don't seize the rod and judge
All my bad decisions, plus they're all adding up like mathematicians
I attract derision, lacking ambition rapping slacking up in last position
With intent to be greater, creator and liberator not afraid to
Speak my mind though too deep at times
Won't tweak my lines, or the beats and rhymes
A trinity too sacred, I stand here naked and bare my soul
With a skin no hatred will tear with holes
WIth a heart no hatred will tear with holes
WIth a heart no hatred will tear with holes
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15. |
1991
04:00
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How quick things changed, has surprised me
Time is money and I spent neither wisely,
I learned to fill my father's shoes, mine were only size 3
I never say why me?
In fact any listener that tries me, will see what drives me,
The need to put the past behind me, but its beside me,
I carry it like ID, it identified who i'd be,
Somedays I don't like me, and maybe I'll be self-obsessed,
I could try be selfless, but I should start with being selfish less,
I'm scared of genetics that my cells possess,
Dad never really coped well with stress,
Before he left, he put my mum through hell I guess,
In troubled waters, I was trying ride the swell and crest,
On my own, with my sister at her uni years,
Smiling through the tears, you thought you knew me,
Here's how truth appears, i'm too sincere
Used to hear crying in my nightmares,
Wake up and its right there, I don't write songs
I write prayers, to some kinda God in the slight hope he might care,
I'm quite scared.
Of losing everything I hold dear, see everything I hold here,
I always want to hold near, I was reminiscing over cold beer,
With two of my mates,
Who said remember how you used to put food on the plates
I said I did. I stole it from the home where I lived as kid.
(break)
Simple acts of kindness over single raps of violence,
You don't bat an eyelid, I had my track divided,
Into what I would, and wouldn't say,
But I don't care what you would and wouldn't play
Truth is, the music puts me first,
I can't be confined, so I write in free verse
And I wonder if your still here,
Close both your ears, but I'll guarantee you'll still hear,
The MC never tipped to get acclaim,
Even if it never came, I'd still rhyme to sever pain,
Forever strain my neck, trying look up at the stars above,
Find my Grandma, she taught my heart to love,
I still find it hard to trust, I'm being honest cos an artist must,
And thats a part of us, so take a seat like Rosa
When she parked the bus, and listen up, I hope your partly touched
A good man is sparse enough, still i'm trying to be one,
When I'm gone, play this song, and call me one….
I sing toward the farthest clouds,
Trying to make both grandfathers proud,
My best male role models,
Who helped me write and build my winding rail road models,
Now this tracks solely for train of thought,
Since you both left, it's hard not to stay distraught,
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16. |
Closing Titles (Outro)
00:34
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17. |
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Now i'm all for speaking, even if I seem unsure
Exactly who I'm speaking for,
I guess you threw me in the deep end,
It all depend on which of you is dreaming more
How many sleeping? I aint keeping score
My last fan count amounted to around three or four
Call me small time, sorta like a pocket watch,
It aint I, that the eyes in your socket watch,
Still I got it locked, like pandora's box
Play me on the rooftops, play me in the poorest blocks,
Try to call the shots, all I jots unorthodox,
No rest for the gifted, pulling out all the stops,
Am I different, course I'm not
Only joking, being different now is all we got,
I'm still the same when the chorus stops,
I just record, pour my thoughts out, like water drops
(chorus)
A man dies, and a child is born,
I'm half wise, half torn by my childish scorn,
Nights fall, sons rise, fathers depart
Mothers raise kids, kids sing with the heart,
The world turns, time never rewinds
I'm wound up, found nothing by looking behind
The world burns, now until my rain comes
Fly far, but know where you came from
This is not a motion picture,
It's most similar to an emotion picture,
So prestigious, heaven in a quick glimpse,
I aint so religious, building ocean bridges,
Crossing over seas, I leave like blossom on the trees,
On the breeze,
Summers falling into love,
Autumn brawling, now you wave bye with winter gloves,
Seasons change, lets some freeze some frames
People turned cold by degrees again,
Looking icily at me, like he's to blame,
Cut me and I do bleed, but it would be in vain
I tell it like photographs of phonographs,
In black and white, the flashing lights blowing past
Every moment past, I hold it fast,
Memories stay sharp as the broken glass
(chorus)
A man dies, and a child is born,
I'm half wise, half torn by my childish scorn,
Nights fall, sons rise, fathers depart
Mothers raise kids, kids sing with the heart,
The world turns, time never rewinds
I'm wound up, found nothing by looking behind
The world burns, now until my rain comes
Fly far, but know where you came from
Truth hiding in kaleidoscopes,
Show the public eye, my private hopes,
I talk rich, but i'm twice as broke,
Though my life is made whole, and now I can cope
With regrets, lining on my doorstep
I brush em off, like the floors swept,
You all stepped forwards when I called you,
And spoke with the passion, I Imagine has you all moved
I thought I knew the world, only eighteen,
Funny how long ago the days seem,
Funny how I still hold the same dreams,
And still don't know what they mean,
I think I know the world, nearly twenty two,
Don't walk a mile in mine, I need some better shoes,
But my soul shines like gems and jewels,
Though I never looked cool to my friends at school
(chorus)
A man dies, and a child is born,
I'm half wise, half torn by my childish scorn,
Nights fall, sons rise, fathers depart
Mothers raise kids, kids sing with the heart,
The world turns, time never rewinds
I'm wound up, found nothing by looking behind
The world burns, now until my rain comes
Fly far, but know where you came from
(x2)
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