about
Mr Gee was playing this beat at a Chill Pill event I was performing at, I asked him who it was, and he didn’t know. I later found it to be 20syl - one of Europe’s finest. I recorded this song initially for another project, but I couldn’t bare not to have it included on here. It is one of the more up-tempo and dance-worthy tracks on ‘Jumpers’ and it’s one that I always get hype to.
lyrics
Cue the opening titles,
Just desserts for the fat cats choke on your trifles,
Just a verse, on a rap track, but know that its vital
Treat my, poem recitals like they are spoken to the scope of a rifle,
One shot, then it's sayanora
Two shots, then I drain my lager,
Ten and a half more, find me on the bar floor, talking star wars,
Arguing about my favourite saga,
It's either that or bout my vacant father,
It's either that or bout my line of work
Working on my lines, and still, finding time to flirt
Probably aint major news, but i'm a minor jerk
I know the beats won you over, guess the rhymes are perks
they at least turn the sober to the quite berserk,
four leaves on my clovers, fortune I deserve
Lady Luck about to kick me out and it might just hurt
Peace if you keep your mind on your tongue
Hit the right notes, don't worry how highly you're strung
Keep watch and see my timing will come,
Swapped my casio for wings just to fly to the sun
Chest puffed like lungs with a bicycle pump
Pride of a lion cub loving living life on the run
Ego giant like, Kobe Bryant at the height of a jump
Mid flight for a dunk, high as a pilot in the sky with a blunt,
Now i'm just rhyming for fun, what's the subject?
matter, realise that your subject matters,
I speak about the universe, my subject's matter,
warp the laws of physics when I subject matter
to mic skills, radiation at unsafe levels,
Dropping science, like way back with my A-levels,
Take it straight back to day one,
Everything was all good we were A1
Writing billions of words, afraid to say one
I wrote millions of songs, hoping you play one
Peace if you keep your mind on your tongue
Peace if you keep your mind on your tongue
To succeed I wasn't billed as the likeliest one,
Still aint making dough though, its like i'm fighting for crumbs
In the city where its hard to survive when you're young
Capital gain is the capital game, L-O-N-D-O-N
the capital name, trying to cap it all with some capital fame,
my applause, thunder clap and the rain
I sit in cafe's and I scramble for change, barely paid
on the capital wage, tear the scrap of a page,
Planning deep cuts, I could barely manage a graze
Scribbled my vision and imagined the stage,
now i'm here and the stakes are dramatically raised,
turn your hand to a wave
Peace if you keep your mind on your tongue
Hit the right notes, don't worry how highly you're strung
credits
from
Jumpers For Goalposts,
released February 28, 2016
Produced by 20 Syl
Written by Christian Foley
Contains samples of 'The City is Mine' by Jay-Z
license