1. |
Intro-Visible
00:59
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Bye to the permanent realness,
Fly till I die - my terminal illness
See the surfer of the firmament kill this,
No flatline, looking at the sky like 'thats mine'
No mystery, making history's a past time
Influence of old school, register my class rhymes
No principles, invincible lyricist
Welcome to my world my invisible listeners
(sample)
I know what you're doing, I know what you're thinking,
I'm inking the rhythm and nobody's blinking
Wide eyes, I elevate my story like a high rise,
Since I was taught to write, and go record to mics
Now I'm on the up and getting analyzed,
Like I'm boarding flights, flow's watertight,
Penny for my thoughts tonight, provide 25 per cent,
I'm calling for some quarter right.
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2. |
Fly Me To The Moon
04:31
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(chorus)
Man on the moon, if my dream works,
Smile, picture the cheese, extreme perks
Shooting stars, please me first...
Spaced out face to lace the merchandise t-shirts
Bars are mars, milky way and galaxies
Light speed beaming for your planets needs
(sample)
Down to earth, leave the ego trip
Play the action hero, thats zero hits
Keep my tricks, beneath my sleeve
See a voice can open doors I need alisha's keys
Or Stevie's songs, wondrous CD roms
Till I can Channel three at once
Remote chance you'll see me on
Commercial breaks, to get my first commercial break
Shame cos your best verse aint better than the worst I make,
But then again with the pen I question,
How to impress my expression?
If I don't pay you don't pay me attention
Degraded, late for detention
Berated, I wait on the bench and
Eventually I'm gonna make my start
Young blood with a body of work,
But flowing in vein that'll break my heart,
Sacred art or waste of time, I guess that you decide?
Killing myself to be myself, artistic suicide.
Don't like what I see when I'm wide awake,
So I escape that's no surprise, close my eyes
Wrote my rhymes, thinking of a life I hope is mine
(chorus)
Man on the moon, if my dream works,
Smile, picture the cheese, extreme perks
Shooting stars, please me first...
Spaced out face to lace the merchandise t-shirts
Bars are mars, milky way and galaxies
Light speed beaming for your planets needs
(sample)
Fame won't suit me, Interrupt the taylor swift,
That relationship will tie you up, I sail adrift,
The more ipod ports, I'm downloaded on..
The more you owe me one, the only hope - Obi Wan
I lay a hot verse, never lukewarm
Soloist or group, shown up in your true form
Snatch the mask off the empire, barefaced liars in the blast of my pen fire
(It's too real)
But then again I might be fictive,
Voice in the mind, lines are addictive
Like coke, call it cola or cain
Polar flow, cold blow to the brain
Freeze, at ease I breeze on by
Like a private jet but not quite that fly
More like a paper plane,
No jet fuel for the naked flame,
So if I crash and burn, there'll be no ash in urn
I return, take the world by storm, striking without flashy terms
Lightning, bolt the doors
My reign, loud on the air,
The last king has thrown the crown, and its now on the heir
Man on the moon, if my dream works,
Smile, picture the cheese, extreme perks
Shooting stars, please me first...
Spaced out face to lace the merchandise t-shirts
Bars are mars, milky way and galaxies
Light speed beaming for your planets needs
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3. |
Distorted Truth
04:00
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I aint heard of me either,
Under achiever - damn man, I've been working like beavers,
Certainly stress is a killer so I could murder a breather,
Hurting to be the hottest, sweating in a permanent fever,
"Are you Ok man?"
No, I'm trying to shine but every time that I rhyme,
You'll be wearing your ray bans..
Shady women with their fake tits and spray tans,
Hearing about my fame and now they wanna come and shake hands,
Forget your courtesies, I prefer my girls to be
Natural when practicing the birds and bees,
"Tweeting on the world wide web, just to get a buzz
I bet he does, ready Muz, a has been or never was..
Now tell me, in which box we're ticking your name.. "
Neither of them I'm cold - Ice picking your brain
Pulling flows out of my nose, the way I flick 'em insane
Christian James, a new drug to stick in your veins.
Sample
Kill my live shows, wreck ravers
Labels couldn't see so they should have gone to specsavers
I aint in it for the sex favors,
From the girls who rent a ride like they try to be the next Avis
Nothing to play with I'm the dangerous toy,
How many beats will I be killing thats the game I enjoy,
Leave your aims and your ploys, I know your trained to avoid
The alien thats saying no peace, I came to destroy,
Hand me the mic is like giving North Korea,
Millions of missiles to make the third world war more severe,
The one your taught to fear, making sure your short career
Will never get applause, only clap you get is gonorrhea
I humiliate you middleweights, any given day
Heavy with the pen, true it irritates,
All my competition, any composition
Screwing with your mind in many ways, more than one position,
Sample
Missionary MC's trying to convert you,
Boring, who do you think would stick around for verse two,
I pursue, each and every way that I can curse you
Hope the nurse knew I'm sick of fly women call it bird flu
For thats what you rappers are, snacking on your caviar
Packing up the abattoir, more beef than a cattle farm
So full of bull, like reading of a tarot card,
Thats why I battle stars, sharper than a jagged shard
And a heart harder than marble is, marvelous and marketed
Worldwide. I'm a synonym for eloquent gentleman,
Your as feminine as girl guides ,
Can't touch the mic,
Like Schumacker, Jordan or Jackson,
The new rapper talking with actions
A far cry from a mime artist,
In black and white, the stone truth is I rhyme hardest
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4. |
Me & My Conscience
04:20
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Me : Do you reckon I could ever be commercial?
With a style washed out like persil?
Never been a clean game here don't wear white,
In the hip hop life, never had a fair fight
Conscience : "Right, no need to be so negative,
Trying to survive all the time, you will never live
Better give yourself a rest
Your stressed, working too hard till your well depressed"
Yes, but remember all the rent to pay
Trying to figure out what I'm meant to say
To the audience, that's if I got me one...
Pro with the prose - in the bars watch the cons
Poetic justice or a life sentence?
If I never make a right entrance
I could be left out, label with the door shut
Unable to record cuts, nothing pressed out
Who is on the mic? - me and my conscience
Here when I write - me and my conscience
Looking for a fight - me and my conscience
All of my life it's - me and my conscience. x2
In reality I'm insecure
Loser without the wins and draws
Like Oliver I wish for more
Humble pie - you know I kiss the floor
"Pause, when you flow for sure - makes waves
Are we even living on the same page?
Your a success, your a victor...
Quaking the underground, shaking the richter"
Sick to - my stomach of the fame chase
Only rap for your name's sake with a game face
Pop like pringles, not original but a plain taste
My flavour is different, you could call me insolent
But since I bin, rapping in the business,
I'm bitter with a guiness, ripping up the rich list
Who is on the mic? - me and my conscience
Here when I write - me and my conscience
Looking for a fight - me and my conscience
All of my life it's - me and my conscience. x2
Do you know me? Am I someone?
Rap battling the mirror, never won one
Serious upon tracks - no fun runs,
Lace raps, young gun with his shoes undone
Getting nowhere fast are we?
Stay home playing Mario Kart 3
Last place, never operated at a fast pace
Maybe why I never had a fan base,
"Not quite true your girlfriend likes you... "
Maybe she's being polite too,
And my mates are, telling me to make star
Dumb thinking, the above eight bars
Aint really meaning much,
Hearts and the mind I need to touch
"No you should be meeting up
With labels, Jay-z free for lunch?"
Who is on the mic? - me and my nonsense
Here when I write - me and my nonsense
Looking for a fight - me and my nonsense
All of my life it's - me and my nonsense
"Wait don't call me that,
It aint down to me he won't call you back",
Huh how could I fall for that (whaat) ?
The I'm doing well and all of that
How many plays on the radio?
About ten, what a way to go...
Bet my lawyer aint really investing...
Time or money, am I gonna be the next thing?
"Dare to dream, who said that?
Maya Angelou, her set backs
Weigh up to greater than yours
And now don't go on blaming divorce
If you want to you'll make it
If you don't then you don't just take it
People still love you
You gave out your heart and I doubt they'll break it"
Who is on the mic? - me and my nonsense
Here when I write - you and your conscience
Looking for a fight - me and my nonsense
All of my life it's - you and your conscience
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5. |
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It's the rapper that you probably never heard about,
Press my name to your lips - word of mouth,
Mate I murder doubt, every rhyme is that Big Bang shit
Einstein couldn't work it out, like the shoulder press
Plus I'm the reason these MC's twitter feeds saying that their so depressed,
I went from under to over stress
You predicted raps answer - no one guessed.
And he aint gripping up a gun,
I'm doing well at my uni or I'm living with my mum,
Right, you see my daddy was a rolling stone,
Balling but he went too far, he was overthrown,
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6. |
Souled Out
05:25
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Its the nineteen year old, hero
King, Emperor, the pharaoh
Counting pounds, dollars, euro's
Act as if there's money to my name like De Niro's...
Why do we dream, we're living on a movie screen?
Champagne bubbling, jacuzzi scenes
Louis V's newest Jeans, groupies in a queue to scream
So fresh, super clean, screwing all the beauty queens.
True it seems, I'm - here to disappoint...
I'm just a mister, pointing out that you missed the point
Think its true, us artists driving a ferrari
Imagination must be running wilder than safaris
Whats the scenari-o? Audiences all are getting played
Like Atari - so, I'm here to say I'm sorry though
Keep the heart beating like Cardio -
Party goers, I am here to start your show...
(Chorus)
We got the jazz and the soul
Whether rapping in your home or you travel the globe,
Put your passion over fashion and the cash and the gold
Give me your heart, worth more than every track that i've sold.
(x2)
I'm the truth here in the flesh,
Young but no nursery rhymes you could hear in the creche,
Older rappers and delirious vets really are stressed
Past their sell by dates, aint nearly as fresh
Serious? Yes, rappers get a microphone and we love to boast,
Tucking into beef like a sunday roast,
Why don't you pass the salt and take a pinch of it,
We give you fiction by the mile if you take an inch of it,
New trends try to fit in at the top man,
To get the cash they clash like the rock band
London calling, and they're falling for the capital
Is it a big break or your reality sabbatical
(Chorus)
We got the jazz and the soul
Whether rapping in your home or you travel the globe,
Put your passion over fashion and the cash and the gold
Give me your heart, worth more than every track that i've sold.
From overlooked to read about and overbooked
No shred a doubt I'm heading out with vocal cuts
Flowing until I sober up, propping up the bars
Aint shopping for the cars, jobless -
I'd be lucky to be mopping at your spa's
Aisle three, doing Tess Daily and Kera knighley?
Coming along polly and Rhianna really likes me
Wake up... dream on
Reflection in my TV the only screen I'm seen on,
No grammy man, video production,
Handy cam, low budget and I won't budge it
That's the plan... I'm happy as I am in my own skin,
I know fame will call, i'm waiting for the phone ring...
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7. |
A Violent Culture?
02:10
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Every time, I'm flicking on to news night
They're talking about a global type of bully in the school fight,
America bringing terror to who's life?
Bodies dropping like the nukes that they used twice.
In the far east, never in the West
My immortal technique low-key in the press
Never advertised, not so known and left aside
Watch the throne, rappers like regicide
Is that true talk? Well apparently,
Mr Cameron warning every family ....
Gun's don't kill you, no rappers do..
Better rewind and reverse the backwards attitude
Before I knock on number 10 with a microphone,
Kill my verse, stop as you as cycle home,
Educate you all about the culture
Hip Hop can't die send away your vultures
And to the media writing that we're ignorant
Irony - if you were truly vigilant
You would know the art, the knowledge and the heart
What you could never see by following the chart -
(Beef)
What's Beef?
Oppression of the gaza strip residents
What's Beef?
Israel still pushing out their settlements
What's Beef?
George Bush being 8 years president
What\s Beef?
Him and Blair took Iraq without the evidence
So I was thinking bout the cost of war on the civilians,
Spending billions spitting bullets by the trillions
What's Beef?
The taliban still raise weapons
And they're the CIA's same weapons
Given by the West to be fired on the East,
What's beef... Syrian kids killed on the streets
So I was thinking bout the cost of any revolution
Dictators won't be dictated by resolutions
Beef - is European right wing murderers
The war on terror and bombs on a burning bus
Rioters forming furnaces of local businesses
The government who treat youth like prisoners
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8. |
Blue Screen (Interlude)
00:53
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Checking my phone, blinking at the blue screen
An hourly, to by the second routine
Mixed messages, what a gift your presence is
Trick question is... Is it now what you will never give,
To me, truly I feel like I'm done for
Your working out which door to run for..
Love and war I thought that was all was fair
Candy floss, carousels, etc. braiding up our daughters hair,
All the prayers in our world hope to be heard,
Nothing above you like free birds, in three words
I love you, plus two, so much...
Sewing up my heavy heart to guard against the broken trust,
And the oh the lust, the passion passing over us
Emotion. Fuck that anger,
Can the situation benefit from candor, we planned a
Life together before, I knew that I was sure now I see more
Reasons, seizing me
That we're only human, and we're only young
And I know you're scared, you ain't the only one
Of course I worry about the future and the road to come
But let's restart the spark into that frozen sun
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9. |
Mr. Invisible
03:28
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Waking up with the alarm bells ringing,
72 missed calls, my phone still singing
Like a siren, 999 last number I called
Couldn't recall what happened last night.
Thats right, nothing in my memory banks...
Rolling straight outta my bed, just to fill in the blanks
Still in my clothes stained red, like I was spilling wine?
Chilling with my best friends, killing time.
Seeing one of them, sitting by the front door.
Soon to be smoking like the barrel when the gun draws
Cigarette in his hand, staring into nowhere...
Looking worn and pale in the morning cold air
Glaring at me when I try to step past..
Glazed eyes gaze straight - through me like a pane of glass,
Feeling too shattered to pursue a conversation
So I left him to it to continue contemplation,
I'm unseen, I'm unheard
Mr Invisible World (x2)
It's raining, can't feel the water hitting my skin
Usually, day breaks with a wide grin
Now it's crying and the concrete soaking the tears
I remember cracking open the beers,
Now my dizzy head I hope I can clear,
Phoning my mates, I'm saying Hello but nobody hears,
Over the years, I have never felt so restless,
Looking toward heaven God get me on the guest list,
Please, I feel there's somewhere I need to be
But I can't figure out the way my feet are leading me,
Grey scenery, praying for some greenery
Colour leaking out of my world, bleeding free.
Stepping dreamily, between the wide awake
Everybody turning away when I try to make
Any contact be it visual or physical,
The feeling that I'm feeling is chilling, am I invisible?
I guess I need to see a friendly face,
Find myself upon the street near my mothers rented place,
Curtains drawn like the features of a mourner,
Windows are tired eyes, weeping at the corners
I'm heading over just to knock on the door,
For the first time today, sure I'll not be ignored
Rap my knuckles on the poorly painted wood,
Why do I feel I don't belong in my former neighborhood?
I'm unseen, I'm unheard
Mr Invisible World (x2)
Lights are on, television in the living room
Working against the radio, humming out a whitney tune,
I will always love you, the mum who
Taught the art of war like you were Sun Tzu
So your son knew, nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to
Reality bites, sat me down, told her child to stand for his rights
Yeah, yeah I really learned from that
So it's unlike you for you to turn your back
Anyway, guess I better be going to my girlfriends
You know the one I rely on until the world ends...
Moving away slowly from your doormat,
Leaving a note hoping you would call back
Later as I walk along the avenue, rapping to
That rhythm of my heartbeat, feeling like I can't speak
Style acapella - whatever is going on I have to tell her
Urgently, emergency emerging, merging to my mind danger
Knock the door, see it answered by a stranger
Hello is Elizabeth home?
I get a blank face, but she isn't alone
I glide past her faster, find my girl so I can ask her
Of last night's outcome,
She doesn't see me, crying at the TV
News story, young rapper shot dead after finishing his album...
I'm unseen, I'm unheard
Mr Invisible World (x2)
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10. |
Outro-Visible
03:29
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You have been listening, or should I say
Experiencing an audiovisual form of witnessing
A man that cannot be witnessed,
With the eyes iris, I digress...
Yes, my flesh is physical, though it is indivisible
From the atmosphere and air where I drift ghostlike,
Most like the winter wind whistling through your fingertips,
See I slip from your grip, the inconspicuous conspiracist
Of lyricism never reflected by mirror vision,
Unseen by agents and industries, critics and all
Pitted to fall but I rise to the occasion, toast your host,
With his rhymes and deranged arrangements invading
Your space, laying waste to nations, abrasive manners...
True, spray saline in the cuts, saliva raining cats and canines
With a flash flood flow, super smash pro's like bro's with prose
And poetry, you know it's me, the oratorical one,
Metaphorical songs, singing, singing your follicles and sinking your coracles...
Gone.
Historical prominent economist on a mission to cancel
Out my insufficient funds,
The quickest tongue in the wild west, and I will draw...
Raw pictures, encrypted with more wisdom than 40 torn scriptures
Ripped from Cairo Egyptian hieroglyphics inscribed on the richest walls
From kitchen halls, to porcelain record label coffee tables sitting
In polished lobby floors, with rocking cradles and lawyer lullabies
To lure an artist under a spell. believing their retrieving water
From the most wonderful well, which once down the ladder
Becomes a dry, colorless hell waiting on sails on with no wind,
Unable to climb, unable to rhyme without permission and meetings,
Greetings Planet Earth, I have burst above clouds and now look down
To begin my reign.
The king of the under dogs, strike with the mic like a thunder god,
Lightning rods arrive in time enshrined in lines,
Overcoming frightening odds to find your minds
And tune them like radio frequencies, frequently easily freeze MC's
Amazed and weak at the knees, when I reach for the sheets,
Tweaked from the leaves of amazonian trees, throw me your pleas
Flee over the seas, while I rule like Napoleon's dreams,
About to blow like petroleum coated in grease, stroked with butane
And fire that floats in the breeze.
(Bang)
And now I return to earth, to say thank you
For taking this journey with me, I have been Mr. Invisible,
The little known wordsmith in his home studio
At an unknown location, with a vocation that does not beg
For radio rotation, just for your notation..
I dedicate this release to those awaiting release
From the chains of over commercialized music
That does not speak to the soul, nor the heart but
For wallets in pockets, shopping carts and hottest charts.
I am not one of them,
Thank you to Miss Tofelees on the hypomanic productions,
The engineers, my friends and peers, I've spent my years
Waiting for this to be sent your ears, stacking and debts
And arrears plus tears to pursue this reckless career
And now I'm here.
A final thank you to my family, especially to my sister Hannah
Who offered her unconditional support during the making of this,
EP.. I'll leave you with her encouraging words,
See you on the next one. Peace.
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