I woke early one day after a restless night
I watched the stars burst and fill the morning sky with light
in my hazy daze i notice something on my bedroom floor
it was an envelope i dont think i had seen before
i opened with caution and in it did reside
a map and a note that said "join me inside"
I had nothing to do that day outside of my head
so i decided to just follow and see where it led
it led me to a door i grabbed the handle and used it
stood before me was the physical embodiment of music
i could barely believe my eyes she was a sepia goddess
every contour was perfection her demeanour was modest
even armed with all this beauty she was in no way belittlin'
I'd liken her body to the open riff from Little Wing
her eyes burned deep with the passion of a nameless chain gang
lips smart with the vibe of Son of a Preacher Man
she told me she had evolved over time
we sat in an empty room with just a bed and some wine
we talked for hours about the things
shes seen and done but not boastin
we passed the zinfandel raised the glass and just toasting
we had a meeting of minds
she breathed a life in this old brain
she was the milk in my kahlua
i was the hartman to her coltrane
showed me scars she had
acquired each time a genius would depart
jimi hendrix on her left hand johnny cash on her heart
different fingers mingus, davis
and her leg scarred for elvis
ray charles on her eyelids
jim morrison on her pelvis
then she asked about me
and my musical stylings
all the things in life i found somewhat inspiring
i paused, the wine making me feel quite cocky
feeling whatever I said she would take in, and not mock me
said I'm a wordsmith and artist
I'm deep like the (tardist)
every time I aim for something I'm gonna hit the target
she said 'gangster rap?'
i said no but drop the g
you might start to get a better description of me
'angster rap?' she said
if it sticks youll regret that
the most appalling moniker since the dawn of dan le sac
(chorus)
she was a sepia goddess
yeah her demeanour was modest
her hair was wild like the darkest deepest of forests
many before me had fallen
at her feet and died
but that night we made a connection and she let me inside
I continue:
some of these clothes are looking
old just like my jaded character
who thinks I can (over her) but
sometimes I act like an amateur
this hats an old classic in the first stage of dilapidation
its a fair evaluation that its making this equation a little
top heavy if you know what I mean
cuz theres a fine line between a classic and a has been
as I finish sentence I notice the sadness in her eyes
it's moved me, left my mind wondering why
as we laid there she buried her head in my chest
I wrapped my arms around her
stroked her with the sweetest caress
I wanted to find the right line to make her sad head lift
wanted a chance to breathe life
back into music like (red shift)
said she'd grown sick
and tired of the same shit
I said if theres anything in the world I can do she should name it
she said sit in public places and quietly observe
all of the speeches mannerisms every action and word
when something inspires me to concentrate on that thing
get a pen and pad and then produce a vocal offering
she said 'bring the lost art of conversation back
i'm sick to death of awkward silences and all that crap
it's time to talk to one another share your thoughts and facts
learn the more of it you give, the more you get right back'
I looked her in the eyes and said I'd do what I could
then she held my head and kissed me but not like a lover would
but then, it also wasn't like a close friend or relative
instead of exciting it was calming like a spiritual sedative
and then we laid there until I woke in an empty room
if I couldn't still smell her skin I'd be inclined to assume
that I'd dreamt the whole thing but i knew that I hadn't
and i'd seen the perfect balance of beauty and talent
after a moment of reflection I rose to my feet
opened the door with squinted
eyes and stepped back into the street
I kind of staggered home and got out a pen as she'd said
I wrote down my inspiration
and here's what it read:
I feel sick tonight,
Something in my stomach ain't sitting right,
But i've got to overcome it, keep spitting tight,
Iv'e gotta overcome it, keep spitting tight, keep
spitting tight,
I feel sick tonight,
Ring the bell, throw in the towel; I ain't fit to
fight,
I'm in hell; I don't know how i can hit this height,
But I gotta overcome it, keep spitting tight, keep
spitting tight,
Trick the switch and get my brain to begin again,
Adrenalin and Benalin will get the cerebellum in,
A state to deliver lines timed to be the medicine,
Lose my breath, they're Ventolin, lose an arm, they're
rent a limb,
Chose not to present them in lies but still
remembering,
I am not am not a veteran; I do not know everything,
Hide behind this pseudonym, I do not presume to win,
Write lines till I feel true to them, decided by the
mood I'm in,
So I serve up words naked, never in sugar coats,
And I write more quotes than a fucking big book of
quotes,
That's that, straight fact,
When it's down on the track you can't take it back,
And if the crowd don't react or get on ya back,
Then you've failed and you just have to live with that,
I remember when I was a kid 'n' that,
Way before i found beards and caps,
Pencils came with erasers that,
Could erase your mistakes erase, retract,
But in the real world things just ain't that easy,
You can't take back ya mistakes so freely,
You gotta take them in think about them deeply,
Not ignore them and just move on discreetly,
They say jesus died for somebody's sins but God knows
he didn't die for mine,
Coz i'll stand accountable for my own damn sins each
and every time,
And if my sins are too great to be accepted in the
circles which i strive,
Then i'll go right ahead and live a lone lush life in
some small dive,
I feel sick tonight,
I feel sick tonight,
I feel sick tonight,
I feel sick... tonight,
My head hurts,
From running head first,
Into another said verse,
(on a subject that ain't easy to talk about)
It gets worse,
Feels like my legs burst,
I swear I feel cursed,
(get up; if you feel the strain you just walk it out)
It gets worse,
Feels like my legs burst,
I swear I feel cursed,
(get up; if you feel the strain you just walk it out)
Because we live a lie for a lie and then truth for
truth,
But lies can be sly and the truth aloof,
And it seems that lies can disguise and dupe the youth,
So we gotta try to difine what suits as proof,
Back on track now quick to react now,
If the beats change then my flow will adapt how,
Ever it has to do so break up words like letter cubes
thrown,
Around the room without a care,
Stretch out letters when there's space to spare,
How can you not love this language?
It's beauty and pain and relentless anguish,
Each twist and turn that you're controlling,
Taste each verb as off ya tongue it's rolling,
Nothing is more entertaining,
Than fuckin' with words and their arrangement,
Every syllable can rhyme,
If you will afford the time,
But now i'll leave it there alright,
And simply declare,
I feel sick tonight.
What do you mean keep it real, could someone please explain
When reality's just light interpreted by your brain
And if mine and your perceptions ain't one and the same
Which one of us is normal which one is insane
The skin never forgets a deep abrasion
Yet your brain often forgets deep conversations
This annoys me due to the nature of humanity
Want to remember the good, not just the bad things that happened to me
And yeah, I understand the minds an intricate tapestry
So is the skin and that still records damage, see
This scar above my eyebrow's from when I was a kid
And my skin has kept a record of the damage I did
Twenty some years down the line from that very day
Documentation of carelessness and the price that you pay
Yet it's over complex brain that sits inside of my head
Can't remember the last things me and my friend J said
I don't want to be just devoid of desire
I don't want to be another bird on the wire
I don't want to be just a log on the fire
I don't want to be that at all
I got a heart rate that's erratic
I guess god fucked up the schematic
I can't hack it and I panic and that makes it go pneumatic
Causing landslides t-t-t-tearing up my insides
Sometimes I think I'll live forever, but I know I won't
When I really should be working on my flow I don't
I just sit here and read extracts from this note I wrote
Trying to find something that is worth a quote
Fixing up mad Bitches like lobotomy stitches
When I hit a tight rhyme see my leg it twitches
I ain't into this game for the fame or riches
Good to write tight rhymes, street poems and scriptures
Now what's the point I'm making? Why I am saying this out loud?
Am I convincing myself or pandering to the crowd?
You can hear every word, you would still never know me
This is a letter, from God to Man, it says:
Hey There, how, how's it going?
Long time no see.
I know I haven't been around much lately
But...it didn't seem like you wanted me to be
The last time I sent down a message you nailed it to the cross
So I figured I'd just leave you to it, let you be your own boss
But I've been keeping an eye on you, I have, and it's amazing how you've grown.
With your technological advances and the problems you've overthrown,
And all the beautiful art you've created with such grace and such finesse,
But I admit there are a few things I'm afraid have impressed me less.
So I'm writing to apologize for all the horrors committed in my name,
Although that was never what I intended, I feel I should take my share of the blame.
All the good I tried to do was corrupted when all the religion got into full swing,
What I thought were quite clear messages were taken to unusual extremes.
My teachings taken out of context to meet the agendas of others,
Interpretations taken to many different ways and hidden meanings discovered
Religion became a tool, for the weak to control the strong
With all these new morals and ethics, survival of the fittest was gone
No longer could the biggest man simply take whatever he needed
'Cause damnation was the price if certain rules were not heeded
Some of the deeds committed in my name just made me wonder were I went wrong.
Back at the start when I created this, the foundation seemed so strong.
See all the elements were already here, long before I began, I just kind of put it all together
I didn't really think out a long-term plan.
I made the sun an appropriate distance and laid the stars across the sky
So you could navigate the globe or simply watch the sun rise
I covered the earth with plants and fruits,
Some for sustenance and some for beauty
I made the sun shine and the clouds rain so their maintenance wasn't your duty
I tried to give each creature its own attributes without making them enveloped
I gave you all you all your own space to grow and in your own way space to develop
I didn't know such development would cause rifts and jealousy
Cause you to war against each other and leave marks on this planet indelibly
You see, I wasn't really the creator, I was just the curator of nature
I want to get something straight with homosexuals right now: I don't hate ya
I was a simple being that happened to be the first to wield such powers
I just laid the ground, it was You that built the towers
It was You that invented bombs, and the fear that comes with them
And it was You that invented money, and the corrupt economic systems
You invented terms like just-war and terms like friendly fire
And it was You that didn't know when to stop digging deeper, when to stop building higher
It was You that exhausted the resources I carefully laid out on this earth,
And it was You that even saw these problems coming but accredited them little worth
It was You that used my teachings for your own personal gain
And it was You that committed such tragedies, even though they were in my name
So I apologize for any mistakes I made, and when my words misconstrued
Fell in love with a boy from the city
I fell in love with a girl from the city
Still got cauliflower ears from when her voice first hit me
And a swollen lip, from when her lyrics first kissed me
As I went to pull away ever so gently bit me
Within those three days it gets no better
We were inseparable; no-one could seper-
-rate us make us question our status
It was like someone, somehow found a way to syncopate us
And it'll stay that way forever, in my mind that is
Coz it was a stolen three days and a stolen kiss
And although those three days I sorely miss
I own those three days when I write like this
I fell in love with a girl from the city
You're all I want, you're all I need
You are the one for me
You hold me close, you hold me near
You are the one for me
The pain I feel when you leave
You are the one for me
You're all I want and all I see
You are the one for me
Fell in love with a boy from the city
I fell in love with a girl from the city
Still got cauliflower ears from when her voice first hit me
And a swollen lip, from when her lyrics first kissed me
And when I went to pull back ever so gently bit me
I still hear her sometimes but it's not the same
Like when you get a pen and paper and write your name
Over and over and over again
Although it hasn't, in the end it somehow seems to change
But I feel right now I must stress
That I write this with a smile on my face and nothing less
Coz when I think about the times we waste on regrets
I realise for those three days I was blessed
Every now and then I cower and I need to find empowerment
Empowerment is paramount to how I can begin to mount
A plan that I can implement
to make a dent on ignorance
Instead of drunk belligerence
and the dissidence of miscreants
Especially in this instance
with the never ending persistence
to use the words in each sentence
as if they were blunt instruments
to beat a hole in the defence
of this beauty and her innocence
which serves to just build resistance
in spite of all my good intents.
The beat that my heart skipped
This is the beat that my heart skipped when we first met
Now that I've heard it, it leaves me with a kind of regret
No disrespect
But we left a lot of people upset
And what we had wasn't really what we'd come to expect
Well good god damn and other such phrases
I haven't heard a beat like this in ages
To miss such a beat would have been outrageous
But when you heart skips a beat its ruthless and aimless
She caught my attention in her fishnets
Then she reeled me in expecting nothing more than kissed necks and quick sex
But that weren't the case with this platinum princess
She's attracted my interest
So I wanted to impress'.
Upon her all the positive things
That come form having more than just a one night fling
But that's something that's easier in theory than in practice
Since pick up lines are tactics
To get prey to the mattress
And this actress
Is practiced
In shunning such theatrics
When put upon daily by tactless geriatrics
So my genuine advances are met with po-faced scepticism
Throwing complements but she just straight elects to miss them
Her lips were put on this earth for dispersing wisdom
God forbid I suggest she lets me kiss them
But I really want to know what she thinks of me
Because I'm loving every idiosyncrasy
But I ain't one to jump through hoops to make a 1st impression
Been there, done that, learnt the worst of lessons
We want to be loved for who we appear to be instead of who we are
So I real selves take a backseat behind the pomp and the façade
And that's as true of the rude boys, downing pints and acting hard
In this democracy I as a citizen
reserve the right to stand up for what I believe in
In this democracy I as a citizen I'm not accountable to the government
In this democracy the government is accountable to us, the people
In this democracy the government is elected by us, the people
To represent us, the people
In our best interests, on a national and international scale
And if they're not doing so, In this democracy,
I as a citizen reserve the right
To raise up
I will not move, I will not change
I will not bend over their games
I will stand tall with a full frame
I will take pride to stake the claim
I swear, as a citizen of this country
To stand up for what I believe in
I swear, as a citizen of this country
To not just sit around, bitching and mourning
I swear, as a citizen of this country
To take action if action be needed
I swear, as a citizen of this country
To realize that the power is with us
And no one else...
I will not move, I will not change...
I will stake a claim
I will stake a claim
I will stake a claim
I will stake a claim
Things in life aren't always quite what they seem,
there's more than one given angle to any one given scene.
So bear that in mind next time you try to intervene
on any one given angle
to any one given scene.
My name's Mark, I go to Uni and College,
don't socialise that much,
I just revise and build knowledge.
At times I find that I become a virtual recluse
and let my belt of interaction hang decisively loose.
But I came here to learn, that's the life that I choose
and if people think I'm boring then they can bring their abuse.
See, a lot of people think I'm boring and say that maybe I'm a weirdo and maybe I'm gay but that's cool,
‘cause when I get a good job and good pay I'll get a house for just my brother and me some day.
That's the reason I'm here,
just to build for my future.
If it means better grades I'll even sleep with my tutor.
Thing's in life aren't always quite what they seem,
there's more than one given angle to any one given scene.
So bear that in mind next time you try to intervene on any one given angle to any one given scene.
My name's Paul, I've been a guard for six months and the shop that I guard is better than most dumps and I like it here, my boss is a pro, he's taught me tricks of the trade other guards wouldn't know. He's taught me in this game there's some rules you gotta bend and not to forget these thieving pricks ain't your friends and appearance is key there's a message to send and above all it's your fellow guards to defend. Today my boss was stabbed by some low-life psycho, He's in hospital now so every night that's where I go, he's on the brink but he's showing no fear though ‘cause if he dies there, he'll be dying a hero.
Things in life aren't always quite what they seem, there's more than one given angle to any one given scene. So bear that in mind next time you try to intervene on any one given angle to any one given scene.
My name's Keith, I ain't so much a racist. But if one reached out their hand I'd decline their embrace. I work security in a shop, in charge of 5 other guards, I got all their respect ‘cause I run this shit hard. I nicked one kid today, didn't show enough respect and attention. I grabbed him by his neck as my form of redemption. Didn't do no harm, just made sure that it hurt, it ain't going by the book but believe me it works. Then I sent him on his way, this little shit knows the score now. I saw a little bit of fear, he won't darken my door now. That's what I do, stop these kids from decline, do what their parents won't do. Put down some boundaries and lines.
Things in life aren't always quite what they seem, there's more than one given angle to any one given scene. So bear that in mind next time you try to intervene on any one given angle to any one given scene.
My name's Billy. I've been beaten since I was three, Mum died when I was born and Dad takes it out on me. He ain't a bad man, He just gets drunk and feels alone, I tend to go for walks and hope he's asleep when I get home. Don't like to talk about it though. As I said, it ain't his fault, it only happens when he's drunk as a last resort. Wanted to get him a gift, to show my support, but had no money and I stole and I guess I got caught. At times like that, I tend to switch of my mind, stare blankly into space and let what happens unwind. I seemed to anger this guard, he put his hands around my neck, he said it's time for me to learn some manners and respect. It hurt. But I've had worse before, it made me realise life is just a series of wars. I went straight home that day and locked the bathroom door. Took a blade to both wrists, they won't hurt me no more.
Things in life aren't always quite what they seem, there's more than one given angle to any one given scene. So bear that in mind next time you try to intervene on any one given angle to any one given scene.
My name's Mark and today I was told my brother is dead. I returned home from university, tears on his bed. On his pillow I found his suicide note and read what had happened that day and what had fucked up his head! The anger I felt there are no words to express, I filled with so much rage there is no way to digest. I grabbed a knife, I went to town, it was time to regress. Back to an eye for an eye, last breath for last breath. I went straight up to the counter, I said I'd like to speak to the guard who nicked my brother on Tuesday of this week. As the girl knocked on the door and disappeared out of sight, I put my hand in my pocket, gripped the knife tight. This was it, as she pointed me out to the guard, My hand began to shake I held the knife so hard. As he approached me, there was nothing to say. I stabbed that Fucker eight times, before they could take me away.
Imagine a song, that really reached out and touched kids,
And not in a Daily Mail way, innocence corrupted,
But in a way where criticism remained constructive,
And wasn't too politicised and children weren't instructed,
To behave in a way that was unrealistic,
Or made out the way they live was somehow sick and twisted,
But simply pointed out reasons to get it together,
Not shouting "get a job", but just saying,
(Chorus)
Get better, get better, get better, get better,
Get better, get better, get,
Get better, get better, get better, get better,
Get better,
Get better,
Get better, get better, get better,
Get better, get better, get,
Get better, get better, get better,
Get better,
You see the young mother capital is where I live,
Little kids being raised by slightly bigger kids,
Society seems unphased that this is how it is,
While I'm constantly amazed that this is how it is,
They confuse love at first sight with lust at first light,
It must have hurt right when trust first took flight,
You're young, you've no rights, you long for new heights,
But some of those nights leave more than love bites,
Tops cropped, skirts stop at the top of their thighs,
And the boys got that hungry look in their eyes,
They wanna be grown up and have respect you see,
But they're acting uneducated sexually,
I ain't saying' be celibate,
Go out and have your fun,
But there's plenty you can do without impregnation,
And there ain't nothing wrong at all with having children,
Just build yourself a little before you try to build them,
And,
(Chorus)
I see small town syndrome growing in size,
There's not a lot to do, so the kids they decide,
To get drunk every night, a glazed eyes disguise,
Do drugs every night, tired from their lives,
People getting off their faces for a quiet night in,
Kids rolling around the streets rowing and fighting,
But it's all just because life ain't too exciting,
And it's easier than trying to do the right thing,
But there are other choices --- if you want them,
You don't have to tow the line and just float with the flotsam,
You can build your time better when you find a passion,
The Internet and public services give free education,
So it really ain't a case of rich or poor,
It's a case of self-motivation and nothing more,
Like Billy says, whether you have or you have not wealth,
The system might fail you, but don't fail yourself,
Just,
Each night she lays quivering, shivering here*
Asking why she keeps forgiving him, living in fear
At work she has a glistening, driven career
But at home with one swing of the fist, it disappears.
Each night she lays quivering, shivering here
Asking why she keeps forgiving him, living in fear
At work she has a glistening, driven career
But at home with one swing of the fist, it disappears.
She dreamed of different ways to break from under his noose grip
It's one thing to see a path but it's another to choose it
It's one thing to want to run but it's another to do it
It's one thing to buy a gun but it's another to use it.
But buy a gun she did and it made her feel good
She told herself if she really had to use it, she would
The next night, drunk at the end of the bed he stood
She said she'd take it no more and she prayed he understood.
But he didn't take to kindly to being put in his place
She fled after the first blow and of course, he gave chase
She sat hunched, holding the gun praying she wasn't pursued
But when the door swung, a ruby red fountain ensued.
She watched in awe as his power cascaded on the floor
It wasn't long before Police came bursting through the door
In store, a new prison, enforced by the law
As she let out a whisper with the strength of a roar.
For the bad times I wish you'd just admit and never cast a shadow across my bed
And for the good times I wish you five minutes in Heaven before the Devil knows you're dead.
For the bad times I wish you'd just admit and never cast a shadow across my bed
And for the good times I wish you five minutes in Heaven before the Devil knows you're dead.
Each night she lays quivering, shivering there
I find myself giving the delivering stares
As the smell of Glenfiddich starts sieving the air.
Each night she lays quivering, shivering there
I wonder how we came to live in unforgiving despair
I find myself giving the delivering stares
As the smell of Glenfiddich starts sieving the air.
As the bullet flew towards me, I swear time stood still
I felt every single emotion that a man could feel
How did I get here? How could this even be real?
How could I become a person that a loved one could kill?
It wasn't always this way; I once saw love in those eyes
That now just despise and chastise all my lies
My sarcastic replies, each new drunken guise
And most all, these heavy hands that surmised our demise.
There was a time we never thought the honeymoon would end
She was my wife, my love, my confidant and my friend
But it seems these days happiness can depend
On financial stability and the need to contend.
But I make no excuse, I let it get this way
Other people live their lives on the minimum wage
I was the one that couldn't cope and let it turn to rage
Now I'm looking down the barrel playing guess the gauge.
For the bad times I cannot be acquitted or let off as the bullet enters my head
For the good times I wish for five minutes in Heaven before the Devil knows I'm dead.
For the bad times I cannot be acquitted or let off as the bullet enters my head
For the good times I wish for five minutes in Heaven before the Devil knows I'm dead.
I'm from a little place call great Britain
But I dunno if I love or hate Britain
These words upon my page written
Are the things that make and break Britain
See I'm from a little place call great Britain
But I dunno if I love or hate Britain
These words upon my page written
Are the things that make and break Britain
One inch to the left, to the left,
Could of been the difference between life and death,
Knife wound to the heart to the side of the chest,
Could of been one statistic less.
See sometimes great Britain ain't that great,
Kids getting stabbed at an alarming rate,
Pressed with a pattern to exonerate,
Increasingly clueless heads of state?
You see knife crime knife crime ain't about knifes,
It's about young Britain and the ways of lives,
You don't solve knife crime by taking knifes to hand,
You solve it by instilling new hopes and plans,
You've got positives though, I swear its true,
In all south east west and the midlands too.
God damn viresty, that shines right through.
Who's makes the best music in the world, we do
I'm from a little place call great Britain
But I dunno if I love or hate Britain
These words upon my page written
Are the things that make and break Britain
See I'm from a little place call great Britain
But I dunno if i love or hate Britain
These words upon my page written
Are the things that make and break Britain
In a 2008 - 2009 goverment report,
Violent crime was not listed to increase
Or decrease, it was instead listed as stable.
Now what I ask you is, is stable really acceptable?
You see between 2003 and 2008,
The number of children admited into NHS hospitals
With knife wounds saw a rise of 120%
So in my eyes, 2008-2009 stability just makes that card as desenotised
But statistics can be twisted, and out of context aren't realistic
I'm from a little place call great Britain
But I dunno if I love or hate Britain
These words upon my page written
Are the things that make and break Britain
See I'm from a little place call great Britain
But I dunno if I love or hate Britain
These words upon my page written
It's tragic; you tried to cut yourself in half,
But this isn't magic; in fact it's something much more dark, or more dramatic
Self harm, that's what they call it.
'Cause it just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do,
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But, how about your little sister?
I mean, you think your life's been bad,
And by no means am I belittling that,
'Cause I know the troubles you've had
But a teen finding out her big sister chose death over life,
Finding out instead of turning to her with your problems, You turned to a knife
That's a whole lot of pain to deal with,
And a whole lot of damage
And the only role model she has is little more than words engraved in granite.
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But then, how about your parents?
God knows they've done all they can to support.
Yeah, you didn't go up in a mansion,
But they gave you the best life they could afford,
And the second that last bit of life tickles out,
and your lungs cease to breath,
They've fail the most important task that they will ever receive.
They failed to give their child a life that's worth living,
And that's a failure as long as they live, of themselves, is unforgiving.
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, 'cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But, how about your friends?
How did they fail to see this coming?
I mean, you can only hold so much pain,
And recently it seems like the tap's been left running.
Families grow distant, but it's meant to be your friends you can rely on.
They shouldn't be there for just fun and drinks.
They should be the shoulder to cry on.
They should be the ones you turn to,
When you can't talk to your family.
But they failed to because although you didn't ask for their support,
It should have been mandatory.
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, 'cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But then, what about me?
What kind of boyfriend am I?
Instead of living a life I was a big part of,
You would rather die.
Instead of fighting though together,
And turning things around,
You decided the grass is greener
On the other side of the ground.
Of our shared lives there was nothing worth living for as far as you could see.
So if that's the case for you
Then what is there left in this life for me?
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, your sister, your parents, your friends, and your partner
So you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then fuck everybody else cause that ain't something you've got to live with
The magician's assistant
Too many problems to list them,
Not enough people to listen.
The magician's assistant...
One-two-three-four-five... four, three, two, one
When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident
I'm sentimental
Oh no, I mean I'm said to be mental
When I don't get what I want
I find it's hard just to be gentle
Gentle? The rental of some self control
When you lose your mind
Is when you start to find your soul unfold
This morning when I woke up
All the thoughts that I had just broke up
Broken fragments of my dreams left me choked up
Distant memories I'd repressed all spoke up
Oooh fuck!
This was something that I wasn't expecting
My dreams solidified and started asking me questions
And the deeper I looked into their hate-filled eyes
I realised they were you, only in disguise
So I jumped to my feet
How the fuck did I become so weak?
Too soon did I admit defeat
I grabbed a pen and start writing to the beat
And I wrote:
When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is everything
As time went by
I realised you can't just drop out
But I'm telling you man
It's hard to block out
The sound that rebounds and resounds
And resounds again
Off the walls of my mind
'cause I miss my... friend
But now I'm on a mission to mend
Everything that broke and make it glisten again
Strip down redesign construct and improve
While the rest procrastinate I'll be making my move
I hope in years to come I've elevated
But chances are I'll be inebriated
But that's cool
As long as my mind ain't sedated
And the things that I've learned
Haven't been erased and wasted
When you forget about the hand you're dealt
All that really matters is the things you've felt
So fuck it, bring on the good and bad times
If rapping don't work I'll start a band of mimes
When you forget about the hand you're dealt
All that really matters is the things you've felt
So fuck it, bring on the good and bad times
If rapping don't work I'll start a band of mimes
When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
Thou shalt not steal if there is a direct victim;
Thou shalt not worship pop idols or follow lost prophets;
Thou shalt not take the names of Johnny Cash, Joe Strummer, Johnny Hartman, Desmond Dekker, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix or Syd Barrat in vein;
Thou shalt not think that any male over 30 that plays with a child that is not their own is a paedophile, some people are just nice;
Thou shalt not read NME;
Thou shalt not stop liking a band just because they have become popular;
Thou shalt not question Stephen Fry;
Thou shalt not judge a book by it's cover;
Thou shalt not judge Lethal Weapon by Danny Glover;
Thou shalt not buy Coca Cola products;
Thou shalt not buy nestle products;
Thou shalt not go into the woods with your boyfriend bestfriend, take drugs and cheat on him;
Thou shalt not fall in love so easily;
Thou shalt not use poetry, art or music to get into girls pants... use it to get into their heads;
Thou shalt not watch Hollyoaks;
Thou shalt not attend an open mic and then leave as soon as you have done your shitty little poem or song you self righteous prick;
Thou shalt not return to the same club or bar week in & week out just because you once saw a girl there that you fancied that your never going to talk to anyway;
Thou shalt not put musicians and recording artists on ridiculous pedestals no matter how great they are or were;
The Beatles.
Were just a band.
Led Zeppelin
Just a band.
The Beach Boys.
Just a band
Sex Pistols.
Just a band.
The Clash.
Just a band.
Crass.
Just a band
Minor Threat.
Just a band.
The Cure
Just a band.
The Smiths
Just a band.
Nirvana.
Just a band.
The Pixies
Just a band
Oasis.
Just a band
Radiohead.
Just a band.
Bloc Party.
Just a band.
Arctic Monkeys.
Just a band.
The next big thing
Just a band.
Thou shalt give equal worth to tragedies that occur in non-english speaking countries as to those that occur in english speaking countries;
Thou shalt remember that guns, bitches and bling where never part of the four elements and never will be;
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music;
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music;
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music;
Thou shalt not make repetitive generic music;
Thou shalt not pimp my ride;
Thou shalt not scream if you wanna go faster;
Thou shalt not move to the sound of the wickedness;
Thou shalt not make some noise for Detroit;
When I say "hey" thou shalt not say "ho";
When I say "hip" thou shalt not say "hop";
When I say, he say, she say, we say "make some noise"... kill me;
Thou shalt not quote me happy;
Thou shalt not shake it like a Polaroid picture;
Thou shalt not wish your girlfriend was a freak like me;
Thou shalt spell the word phoenix: P-H-E-O-N-I-X not P-H-O-E-N-I-X regardless of what the oxford English dictionary tells you;
Thou shalt not express your shock at the fact that Sharon got off with Brad at the club last night by saying "is it? ";
Thou shalt think for yourselves;
"Underground intelligent hip hop development
Progression is our intent, ladies and gentlemen"
They say possession is nine tenths
Well we possess mind vents
To filter the rhymes sent
From deep down inside
Hence the precision and timing
Essential to rhyming
If you wish to pierce the cerebral lining
You see image is nothing
Imagination is everything
Is there anything you wear that's more important than what you think?
I think not... as I bump Aesop
Cruise to Herbie Hancock and fuckin' rock out with Snot
You wanna look for me?
I'll be in charity shops
I ain't buyin' my shirts
I'm buyin' my damn pants and socks
Bitch-what?
This shit's inside of me
I ain't riding the beat
It's the beat that is riding me
I ain't an alcoholic
I just drink a lot
And maybe I'm a genius
Or maybe I just think a lot
My intellect in retrospect compared to some...
"Ay yo Pip you know that second verse was all straight garbage?"
What you talkin' 'bout man it's not that bad... it was alright.
"I know what I'm talkin' 'bout. Give these fuckers something new!"
What am I supposed to do? What...?
"Come on man"
Alright man, how about this?
I remember hearing Mos Def rhyme the alphabet
I just sat there in silence
As a sign of respect
I knew what I had to do
And that's what happened next
I rhymed the periodic table to stay one step ahead
See in the periodic table hydrogen is number one
'Cause hydrogen is what puts the shine in the sun
Through nuclear fusion and when it's done
It leaves element number two
Helium... helium is the second lightest gas that there is
So we use it in balloons we give to little kids
Then there's lithium often used to treat mental problems
Beryllium don't conduct electric currents, it stops them
Boron can be used to make things harden
And that smoke that's coming out of your exhaust, carbon
Carbon is arguably the most important element
And nitrogen in the air is almost eighty percent
The rest of the air is mainly oxygen
And fluorine is the lightest of the halogens
OK that's enough teaching
I ain't trying to bore ya
I'm just trying to be a positive role model for ya
'Cause in my town I'm blessed with many role models
So many that sometimes the mind just boggles
See KRS is my teacher
Slick Rick's my ruler
Chuck D's my preach'
I'm just a preschooler
I've still got growing to do though
I ain't trying to fool ya
But compared to all the other kids in my class
I'm much taller
There's a weight over me today
It's something I have to say
Love you too much to leave
Don't like you enough to stay
My head's in a mess
And I'm stressed
But I guess it's a test in the quest for happiness
And the rest of that mess
So I best just acquiesce
Even though I've grown tired of you
And that ain't meant to sound spiteful
I'm just trying to be insightful
When I write all my emotions
In the night, all the stuff I try to fight
Will just come out and the sad fact is, I'm so tired of you
Love, it's a weird thing ain't it?
There's no way to explain it
But I swear, as well as pain
There should be joy, but we sustain
The same level of mundane,
And it's numbing me through
I often wonder if I'd miss you,
And still have the urge to kiss you,
If an issue was to hit through
To this heart that now feels disused,
And said issue was too big to just ignore
And I walked out on you?
The chances are I'd fall apart
And suffer seizures of the heart
As my chest begins to smart
The very second I depart
I'd want to go back to the start
But then again, maybe I'd just feel new.
Maybe I'd get my life on track
And start to focus my attack
On all the things my life just lacks
And start to claw my passion back
Instead of living like a hack,
Half-committed, half-relaxed
I'd have nothing to lose
There's a weight over me today
It's something I have to say
Love you too much to leave
Don't like you enough to stay
There's a weight over me today
It's something I have to say
Love you too much to leave
Don't like you enough to stay
I guess lately I've had too much time to think
And yeah, way too much drink
When paper meets the ink
Overthinking is the chink in my armour
That's just what I do
And I've always been that way,
Forever questioning each day
And every plea that's made
That maybe when I lay
My busy mind will make
Me prove by finding problems and reasons
That might not even be true.
See, we got together so young,
Before our real lives had begun
But flowers don't grow up as one
Each finds its own way to the sun
And that's exactly what we've done.
We've grown up separately too,
And for a few years now it's been the problem,
And these realisations, I wish that I could stop them,
But I've realised that love is all we have in common,
And deep down you know that's true.
But then surely that I'm still in love with you means there's something we can do
To get us through and to pursue a brand new point of view on how this gap grew,
between me and you.
So there's a weight over me and I'd hate to have to leave,
But in fate I don't believe and the state of you and me isn't great as you can see
so I'll keep thinking this through.
There's a weight over me today
It's something I have to say
Love you too much to leave
Don't like you enough to stay
There's a weight over me today
It's something I have to say
Love you too much to leave
Don't like you enough to stay
There's a weight over me today
It's something I had to say
Love you too much to leave
Don't like you enough to stay
There's a weight over me today
It's something I have to say
Love you too much to leave
In recent year there's been a lot of pop acts singing about being beautiful or someone or something being beautiful. Now, i know this ain't a new thing but it just feels as if these people don't really know what beauty is and by bandying it around so often it starts to loose all meaning and worth.
you see "beauty" and "beautiful" are powerful words.
It's more than just a physical thing.
It's more than just a nice pair of tits.
Bring the beat in and let me tell them what I think beauty is...
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
I was lucky enough to be near her so i told her.
Funnily enough I missed the freckles on her shoulder,
and that even on the hottest of nights her skin was colder. [x2]
Now for me to get my definition of beauty across to ya
i must request your attention for the immediate future
It won't take so long as to put you in a catatonic stupor
As i present my case study example: Tommy Cooper.
If you haven't heard of Tommy I'll do my best to explain.
Tommy Cooper was in the entertainment game
Every granddad in Britain can do a Tommy Cooper impression
With a selection of gags, hand movements and facial expressions
His uniform was a suit and a red fez hat
He would combine jokes and magic tricks "just like that"
He'd drift between the two with the most cack handed transition
He was two part comedian and one part magician
Mistakes and mess-ups were a bit part of his show
Which were real and which were planned only he would know
If he messed up or a certain joke bombed
He would start laughing at himself and soon the laughs would catch on
See Tommy gave no regard to class or grace
His only goal was to put a smile on every single face
All his life Tommy lived to just make people laugh
Whether onstage or at home he would just be acting daft
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
I was lucky enough to be near her so i told her.
Funnily enough I missed the freckles on her shoulder,
and that even on the hottest of nights her skin was colder. [x2]
Whether it appropriate or not become somehow unconnected
Because making people laugh was his only objective
But there's one thing in life no man can avoid
This thing will leave the hearts of loved ones empty and void.
Death will ALWAYS cause hurt and pain
it can take weeks before a smile is on your face again
sure where reminiscing there can be great happiness
But at the immediate time theres just searing pain and nothing less.
On April 15th, 1984
The London Pallaium was the scene of Tommy's show once more
It was a full house and he had the crowd eating out of his hand.
Everything, as usual, seemed completely unplanned
And in what seemed like a finale Tommy dropped to the floor
Causing the room to erupt into laughter and applause
the curtain closed, lights went out and there was no encore
Everybody left their seats and headed for the door
Unbeknownst to them they had witness Tommy Cooper's death
He had given his all until he had nothing left
Now please note that at the moment that this entertainer died
Even with a room full of people not one tear was cried
Much less, they rose to their feet and they laughed and clapped
Now tell me one fucking thing that's more beautiful than that...
Cos' I'm sure i cant think of one.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
I was lucky enough to be near her so i told her.
Funnily enough I missed the freckles on her shoulder,
(Fuck about with the beat a bit Dan)
(Ahoho Ahoho Hohoho)
(Dan Le Sac versus Scroobius Pip)
(Yeh)
(Glad you agree Dizzee, thanks for the support)
Hip hop is art
dont make another pop hit, be smart
take it back to the start
like KRS and Rakim use passion and heart
Dont get me wrong, im not dissing dizzee rascal
Im just using his beat as a single example
it was the first big hit of its kind in the pop charts
all that last shit with profit in mind, not heart
prancing about like they're the next big thing cos
their cousins got an 8 track and their mate daryll can
sing
these kids getting above their stations and saying,
there a vessel through which a higher power's conveying
"my lyrical content is a miracle, godsent"
my name is scroobius pip and i say fuck all that
nonsense
their lyrical prognosis is like spirital osmosis
in that everything they say evaporates into boasts, its
a joke
ive listened and i cant even find one quote which is
worth using as a reference or even as a footnote
yeah, most of these kids could get their guns out and
kill me,
but how many have the skill to inspire and thrill me?
I've got a holster i keep biscuits in it, it works into
your brain leaving big fat blisters in it.
who am i better than, im better than i used to be,
im gonna keep on getting better so you better just get
used to me
if you think thats a cop out then hear my point
truthfully cos chances are deep down this is how you
used to be
if you aim is to be as good as scroobius pip,
once you finally achieved it you standards will slip
but if your goal is only to improve on yourself
then the quest is never over no matter how big your
wealth.
Hip hop is art
dont make another pop hit, be smart
take it back to the start
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