My girl says I only speak about myself and unless its something rhyming, don't have time for no one else, I never help with any stresses, i'm forgetful with my blessings Taking everything for granted and i'm never learning lessons first impressions are deceptive, I try to find the good in me but i'm a bad detective, a tad selective when it comes to picking memories, to visualise my enemy, you'd have to clone ten of me, see i'm my worst one, nah maybe i'll delete this shit, say I got the verse wrong, doctor, where's the nurse gone tell her that i'm sick of rhymes, fans wanting sicker rhymes and slicker lines to hit rewind But I'm tired and I'm burnt out, not impressed with the way that I have turned out, wanna turn round, and turn down everything i've earned now, see I should just be proud but my pride is getting hurt now, cos I went from being close to you, to nervous of approaching you, lost in my page, like the what the fuck am I supposed to do concluded I was broke and blue, and on my mind is only you, I need to find some overview, but skies are overcast, I separate my life into the chaos and the sober parts master of the spoken arts, but staying quiet, choking on my food for thought, and that's a painful diet, choirs singing from the church and I can hear it from my window, while I'm limbo, Purgatorial, my purpose, seeming impro vised, I don't know what I should think, I barely know what I should write, I don't know if you will hear it and I don't know what you like, who said that ignorance is bliss, what kind of ignorance is this, I'm distant from my innocence, my misses is amiss with me, I miss me see i've slipped, and now my scripts are hit and miss I bite my tongue, and choose your lip to kiss, and maybe stars align, but i'm eclipsing this, my ego takes the piss, my cowardice is scary and thats enough for 20th of February.

I'm the son of a good woman and selfish man, see what I'm becoming now I'm just like my dad, bet he started out with dreams, just like I had, I'm scared of writing in a bachelor's pad, Mind my own business, I don't like my own company, too many demons come for me, with plans of jumping me now what could comfort me, and cure all my cares, I'm reaching out for you at night, but shit you're never there, forever swear that i'll be better, just to weather the rain, I get two fucking minutes just to measure my shames, See this one song'll change nothing, I stay bluffing, Trying to push to you my tracks, and quick my trains coming, don't upgrade it a bandwagon, my hands dragging a grand plan of my raps having a damn grand in my bank stacking, but fans back-slapping, turns to back-stabbing, soon you'll be caesar, bleeding how the fuck did that happen? see I'm bringing out my bad side and I don't know about my past lives, and I don't know if Karma's gonna have me chastised, Trying to get paradise, Peter'll need some mad bribes, I apologise for the sad vibes, aint been the same since my Grandad's died, I still feel alone, I guess Celia's right, I've starved my own life for what I feed to the mic, so when the beat hits I'm needing to write, Rap a bandage for the bad dreams, I bleed in the night, just believe what you like, all i'm asking if you love me my rhymes are beautiful, my insides are ugly but you never know what you want, until its maybe its gone and if you want more it than anyone than play them in the song, i'm the son of a good woman and a selfish man, hanging off the ledge, I need a helping hand,

Chorus We're moving round in circles, in search of a corner A word of warning for the perfectly dormant, Time to wake up. Life applies the make up, Hiding her face, and don't you ever to break up, Despite the embrace, that hugs a little too tight, I'm a little too bright, for the dark moods that you like, Poetry by moonlight, Fantasia broom strikes, Magic for the camera crew and boom mic, Can you catch it? We bury hatchets, then re-launch the tomahawks, Light it up like Molotovs, still without a common cause I sit with solemn thoughts, a day late and a dollar short, What the fuck was college for? I'm still lost and poor Use my tear drops to wash and polish floors, Crossed to foreign shores last year, to pass beers With strangers, grow beards and playlists, Wrote years in pages, flow against the grain with, Magic. Can you catch it? Chorus I spent time with those who have a knife in their back, Showing off scars, like they aint frightened of that, They could die now any minute in reprisal attacks, Cut short mid-sentence, when reciting their raps, I'm out of depth, these kids aint scared of death, In comparison, I'm scared to death. I'm running out of air for breath. Teaching them to climb, but this time - I'm running out of stairs for steps.. So it's difficult, using my peripherals Just to see what comes first, curses or a miracle, Hearses in my mirror view, see them in a traffic jam, Hoping kids aren't inside They could have sat exams, Which rappers told them not to, Hold responsibility, its killing me this block view, When its not you, you could be Magic Can you catch it? Be careful of the men you quote, Repping post code is not pushing the envelope, Address you like a friend you know, And no I won't go lend you dough, To buy the high your seeking, Just take this brainchild embryo And grow it till it's speaking… And what it says is for you to know, Don't hit the block tonight, Maybe hit the studio, Write something you imagine to be magic, The plane out of this place, is on its way Can you catch it? Chorus

I just made the move to London town, I wander round getting lost on the underground, Getting used to being so anonymous Below the light pollution, always pissing off astronomers, Wanna see the stars, street cars on West End, Cost you half a tenner for a stella with your best friend, Snap backs, and flat caps, look at me I'm retro, Wanna make a name to see your photo up in Metro, Mute commuters in suits, heading to spreadsheets, Fucking hipsters, yeah we get it your edgy… Where I live, the cheapest place in Monopoly, Still can't afford the rent I'm paying on the property, Preposterous, the way that money burns like phosphorus Orphans of deceased dreams, streets here foster us Who can help, doubt that Westminster can? Their too busy loading all their selfies up on Instagram, Book a restaurant, soon as you are in the place, Realise the whole room, is only full of tinder dates, Welcome to modern life, we're caught in a lie, A society with cocaine in water supplies, Worker bees get divided by the honey they take, Same applies, we get divided by the money we make, What's that about, I know that something is wrong? When all you're asking me is salary, how much are you on? Barely anything, thats why my shoes are rotting still, They told it differently with Hugh Grant in Notting Hill, Spoken word educator, Throw the world confetti paper, Congratulate my graduation from the petty capers, Typifying everything I used to be like I came here to only tell the truth on the mic, That's the principle that's my guiding my pen, Writing again, to my people either side of the Thames, I love the melting pot, city days are sweltering hot, New chapter for the champions who dealt with a lot, Charles Dicken's digging here, when he felt for a plot, I do the same, in every spell that I jot In London town, money's slung like a catapult, That's the way it is, that's why it's called the capital.

Me and the mic have chemistry Like Jesse and Mr White, But i'm so underground its a still a fight To make even the hipsters like, Feel like Superman, amidst a world of kryptonite, I'm sick tonight, tripping on my cape, I couldn't the fit the tights, Rappers are quick to bite, Find your own shit to write, Aim your telescope from fifty flights, And couldn't hit my height, That's a shameless boast, raise a toast, To the famous ghost, who'll be Freaking out your brain the most, I don't talk about the things I know I'm never owning, I'm busy helping out of my girl release her seratonin, I'm very open, though my bars could bury Conan The Barbarian, I'm heavy with the quotes when my pen is smoking, Getting love like Tennis opens This generation has a problem with relations, Teenagers treating girls like their play stations, What happened to the chivalry? When I was year six, I'd be happy if a girl would just come and sit with me Now it's all like snap chats and strip for me, No one likes a nice guy, please be a dick to me That's what they say, so I wonder where its gone wrong? I turned on the radio and then I hear the pop songs I got blurred lines, and rappers with absurd rhymes That still don't make sense when you hear them for the third time, Music is the food of love, be careful how you serve mine Like what is this shit? Aint it just the worst kind Getting cold feet on hot coals, High kids tripping over pot holes, In low moments, find me with the lost souls, Impossible apostles trying to jostle with a gospel, Too hostile for your hostel, Meaning no room in the inn-crowd, The outcast will outlast, I win rounds To win round the fans till they spin round, Then I guess i'll be getting cooler, Sweating to be the ruler, forgetting you need a subject, I reckon I need to upset the tables so their turning So determined like the sun set, To bring you something beautiful, musical Over drum sets, Technicolor Jacket, technically erratic Rhyming technical fanatic,

Here we go, only just a year ago, I sat up at my writing desk trying out material Most of it was it was saying cheerio To serial offenders, when it came to making embers, Of old flames, a cold game, May into December, I hate that I remember, I hate that I was played, I was blatantly dismembered, by your temper when it frayed, Never again. Be cautious of the doorways in memory lane, Should you enter I'm afraid you'll be getting detained, It cost me a lot so I'm indebted to pain, I may have lost, but don't forget what i've gained, It heavily rained, on the day that I was born, I've always had experience of weathering storms My raps wrap rap bandages, No tracks lack candidness I wax lyrical, mic shining like a candle stick, Put my stamp on it. Signed, sealed, delivered.. Battle my demons need to find shields and quivers, Still I see me as child running through the fields and rivers, Now i'm running through the rhymes, till your spines feeling shivers, Give us a moment to relax, Opponents see the omens in components of my tracks, That I give heart, like organ donors in my raps, So your sales are flat, my condolences for that Attract good luck like money spiders, Loved the sunny days sipping summer ciders, Romance on city nights, Wheel of fortune spinning us to dizzy heights, I said my past was ugly, that was pretty right, Enough to make me contemplate the fifty flights, Fall into oblivion, calling for deliverance, Praying to the Lord, trying to make a parachute En route to my doom tearing pages out Corinthians…

X You (808's & Art Scapes) by Just Muz You (808's & Art Scapes) cover art Share / Embed Edit Delete I get plenty wrong, But your right for me, that's why I write for you, You helped me put my hurting all behind me too Don't care what is in front of me, As long as at my side is you… We're front row, seeing quartets of violins, Try telling me there's no strings, Don't need your hands having patterns of saturn, So no rings, We are too young for those things, Before you I'd be in my room and throw things, Going mad, in two ways they were old flings, Ice queens, I was no King Tears in the wintertime, feeling cold stings… Wherever will we go next, I make time for you, like the specialists at Rolex, My seconds you embellish with gold threads So minutes are precious, like we administered pressure And made diamonds, that's how our hours are shining, Standing in the shower reclining, Hair waving like the flowers in July wind, Your the only thing I put above the power of rhyming On another note, What's a relationship, just another boat Trying to stay afloat, On the rocks, or in the roughest of seas Each one of us is tired by the others ones needs, Each one of us is cut, when the other one bleeds, One says slow down, then the other one speeds, Wonder how that'll sound, We turned clubs to battle grounds, We wear each other out like hand me downs, Out of place like Ashanti in a shanty town, I don't wanna let your family down, Sorry if i'm acting out, you can cast me out, Like any ex in exile to work on my material And I aint talking textiles, out of this world Hope you're never in my x-files, In the mirror trying to dance like beyonce, I was thinking one day, she might be my fiancée We've come along way, But i'd be lying if I said you never pissed me off, Until you kiss me soft, we always seemed to hit it off, Uh-hum, that's just a little cough To capture your attention, perhaps I oughta mention, We inhabit fourth dimensions, meaning its more than physical Seemingly your the principle reason I feel invincible, Though you can put the knife in and twist That I existed for a while, you didn't like to admit, I understand, that you were shy to commit, But you denied me to our friends, so my pride took a hit Mood, swings like a pendulum, my thoughts I assemble em, I'm worried of a few things, namely what the future brings, Or if I'll make you mad by what I choose to sing, Will we lose or win? I tend to think some stupid things, Like will your parents question so why are you with him? He aint driven, what's up with his ambition? Does he want to be a rapper, where's his magic lamp he's wishing He should work on his tuition, but I work on intuition, And I give you my heart And I give you this psalm, ask for a hand, I wouldn't give you my palm I would give you my arm, this experience amazing, Love is like a high we're all deliriously chasing, Barely steering as we racing at a top speed, Sharing the hot seat, and I hope our road is ever-long And not just a song I wrote at 21, I know I get plenty wrong, But your right for me, that's why I write for you, You helped me put my hurting all behind me too Don't care what is in front of me, As long as at my side is you…

They say it's soothing to reflect, Not if your reflection's one your choosing to forget, I am bruised by my regrets, musically I play the blues Of course its cool to change, that depends on who you're changing too And I don't think the same, so remotely I am changing views, And I use to hate the rain, it never washed away the pain for you Never washed away the pain for me, yet it harmonised my tears Even when the sun is shining now, I can't rewind my years Even though her son is rhyming now, mum aint behind that career Even though you might not like it now, I find my path to be here I design and refine everything that you hear, but no one but my peers Will notice me, do you know its me, is my silhouette even clear? From the back ground, should I back down and reverse every verse I found meaning up in my dreaming, I found God but never in Church Only a notepad, like a boat that kept me afloat when I wrote tracks Rap for atonement, capture the moment, keep it like a Kodak (break) I've heard that I'm unreliable, well I guess that's undeniable Many of my thoughts are concrete, then again some are pliable I gotta keep a lot of promises, but it seems that none are viable, And the anger in my heart, it could turn a spark into a fireball I don't try at all, this is a half of me, just a part of me, Just a piece of my artistry, just a branch of an artist tree, A splinter in the works of my carpentry, Who could say whats a masterpiece, cos today it all seems arbitrary (Know what I mean) They say it's soothing to reflect, Not if your reflection's one your choosing to forget, I am bruised by my regrets, musically I play the blues Of course its cool to change, that depends on who you're changing too I never really ever did anything that would save me from one of seven sins And you never knew my name, I used to play that game Looking for a big break, even though I hate refrains Fucking up with mistakes, like playing with a naked flame When I'm dipped in the oil at baptism, Strictly I'm boiling the rap rhythm, anybody really wanna rap with him? Anybody really wanna clap for him? I slap the grin From rivals, new arrival who is liable to deprive you Of recycled rhymes, I fear for for their survival, fetch a bible Get your rifle, let the sky fall like I speared with the eiffel Let your eye fill with the tears, I make your mind chill, I rhyme till the devil needs a scarf and coat, And hell freezes over, that's the moment I'll cross my heart And choke. They say it's soothing to reflect, Not if your reflection's one your choosing to forget, I am bruised by my regrets, musically I play the blues Of course its cool to change, that depends on who you're changing too

I am deeply flawed, I mean that maybe about five people listening can see that, I just got off the phone with my dad, and we don't have much in common, so we speak about his dad, and how we miss him, like clouds miss spring rains when the pressure gets too much, and they let them go If you were here now you'd let me know that I worry too much, I hurry too much to make bad choices, mum tells me to listen out for angels, all I hear is sad voices tired choirs, crumpled notes, organs in need of desperate repair I act like I'm desperate to tear hearts, missing the spare parts of courage for my scared heart more of a liar, than a lion, I take pride in relying on trying to share scars, have some of mine, there will come a time when lady luck realises i'm an unreliable date, an undesirable mate, Her and a God can meet to decide on my fate, and say ' nah it's complicated' I concentrated as a child on growing up to be a fireman hero it was either that or a tyrannosaurus, and preferably both, to my dreams I was immeasurably close funny how you grow apart with age, I'm taking the stage with artists I idolised, and my careers taking off, but I can't shake off the fears of my private life, I've done many people wrong, and they don't need this song, to identify my worst traits, they got them first hand in the first place, fuck what the verse says, 1.35 Back with the caterpillar cakes on birthdays I dreamed of butterflies in my stomach, when I took to flight, I imagined the books I'd write, the oceans I'd dive, the cliffs I'd climb, I imagined rope bridges in rain forests, I made promise to stay honest, I dreamed of playing pool with the planets, rolling them out like marbles, while I marvel at the dark cloth of the night, I dreamed of asking the stars, their favourite type of light, hoping they'd say imagination, I dreamed of a girl in a green coat, Walking away as I awoke 2,00 See we all grow and people change, I could offer you a million more cliches learning how to open doors is a key phase, Let me rephrase, expansion is something I recommend and if its good enough for the universe, go on… do your worst, thing is, I'm just too afraid…. the grass might seem greener, but you never know when its about to rain, I know very little about terrain, we messed around in geography, to my year 9 teacher I offer apologies, I don't know where I am now, and my co-ordination is never great after all this vodka lemonade, I want to stop and remonstrate with a God to let me make some important decisions, and she'd say no - yes God is a she, she'd say no, you gotta help yourself, and go back to the dreaming, where's it gone? Oh and by the way what's the meaning of the song? It means - it means - ah fuck what it means how does it feel? I am deeply flawed, I mean that maybe about five people listening can see that, I just got off the phone with my dad, and we don't have much in common, so we speak about his dad, and how we miss him, like clouds miss spring rains when the pressure gets too much, and they let them go For you I watch when the pink of the low sun lifts. Atop the last leaning bricks of your farm you watch for I from a churning sky where copper-tint stars turn in the blackness like coins in soil and the spent shilling of the moon fades in the half-dark. By this light you are most visible, stalking the fields with palm closed over unsown oats, as the night wind grows you are blown like breeze-thrown seeds. The plough glows hot from its work as it harvests your heavenward home. For I watch you by the bricks you warmed when young. I watch for you then the pink of the low sun comes.