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70’s Borstal
I've been studying the Holy Books, A Very Hungry Caterpillar
Tuxedo Libido, I'm not suited to you passion killers
Putting in this work has made me speed up my metabolism
You thinking 'bout rapping with him, it's gone be a cataclysm
Made another rash decision, like when you switched the ointments
I manage expectations, avoiding disappointment
You should cancel any bets you made
Old school weed, these muffukka's are retrograde
Tell me 'bout the strangest names of strains you blaze
I don't even bun no more, I just wanna play the game
I'm smoking stanley blade, hand grenade, panda haze
Sounds amaze, I'll just have some crisps and a Fanta please
I should swap the Kettle Chips for a Kettlebell
Anxious as fuck, I rarely settle well
I set the tone, I set the trend, I set the trap
You bunch of cunts could never tell me how to rap
You don't wanna part of a piece or a morsel
End up on your arse looking deeply remorseful
Bored of all your bars and your beats are just awful
Corporal punishment, 70's Borstal
You don't wanna part of a piece or a morsel
End up on your arse looking deeply remorseful
Bored of all your bars and your beats are just awful
Corporal punishment, 70's Borstal
They can't class me as a god, cos I've got songs to make them shed a tier
Alleviate your grandest fears
Won't deviate the plan is clear
Abbreviate your rap career
You can feel it in the atmosphere
You would Chernobyl happened here
The real gambling starts when the fun stops
Fruit machines ain't paying out Kumquats
I'm on some Bricktop, goody gumdrops, buss a gunshot
Should've been on Never Mind The Buzzcocks
You on some thumbs up, slap me five
But I've got Faith No More like Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.
I bang out like the soundtrack to Judgement Night
I'm up nex like a vampire bite
I spit that shit that make a germaphobe want burn they clothes
Yuppies wanna turn their nose, but curious to learn the code
Inferno flows, concertos play and curtains close
I'm dropping headlines on a deadline like a Journo bro
You don't wanna part of a piece or a morsel
End up on your arse looking deeply remorseful
Bored of all your bars and your beats are just awful
Corporal punishment, 70's Borstal
You don't wanna part of a piece or a morsel
End up on your arse looking deeply remorseful
Bored of all your bars and your beats are just awful
Corporal punishment, 70's Borstal
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5 In The Morning
Like a litre of gloss to a prom dress
I'll sabotage your popularity contest
Something to take the swelling of that ego like a cold compress or a bomb threat to congress
You got that bum bag swagger, I only see you rap around waste man
That's why we stay exposing these posers
Swapped your bottle of fake tan for a spray can
And know your looking green around the gills
All them, energy drinks washing down designer pills
When the chemistry links when you're tryna find the thrills
Till the cemetery brings something we can finally feel
Such a sorry state of affairs
You waste your weekend shopping for tables & chairs
That you never really find the time to sit at
Reality will hit you like a pickaxe
5 In The Morning, and my systems are down
Tired and I'm yawning, but sleep still can't be found
Cos I've got, different walk and a different talk
Different swagger but the same old thoughts
5 In The Morning and my systems are down
Backpacker, spit like an Alpaca
Not Terry Tibbs but I used to be a Fonejacker
Keep em on their toes like The Nutcracker
Something a Glaswegian Mars Bar you get battered
We graft hard for these arts & crafts
Your fans getting ripped off like Elastoplast
Bar for Bar, this bastard you can't surpass
Max out your Mastercard for this masterclass
Shouting like a YouTube guru
Guess who's coming for dinner, Black Uhuru
You're at the citizens advice bureau
Tell em how, Lulla nicked the sugar of your Churro
Rocking a stained T shirt, teenage rebirth
Hair looking like he surfs
I don't need Sea Salt Spray
I just been lying round in bed all day
5 In The Morning, and my systems are down
Tired and I'm yawning, but sleep still can't be found
Cos I've got, different walk and a different talk
Different swagger but the same old thoughts
5 In The Morning and my systems are down
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Diagnosis
There many ways to experience
Starts first in the facial appearance
The screw face and the mood change in the new way let you that these cases are serious
The next stage is delirious
Involuntary neck spasm going on furious
The syndrome is curious
Fasciculating rhythmically it's not spurious
10% exhibit an obsession for knowledge, truth and overcoming oppression
The other 90 that are left in, seem susceptible to the power of suggestion
And that's just the mental state
The physical symptoms may develop late
The aforementioned symptom where the head will shake
they may even spin on it till their neck will break
The diagnosis is Hip hop
The diagnosis is hip hop
The diagnosis is Hip hop
The diagnosis is hip hop
I said yo, DJ work the decks
Because research suggests
That music influences physiological variables like heart rate, blood pressure and respiration
Bringing science to the Cypher
Oxytocins that society requires
That’s the real love drug for the club bruv
EEG Measurements can tell you ‘bout the buzz
But of course, other symptoms are easier to see
Like rhythmic bending of the elbows and the knees
Twist your lower back to a good 12 degrees
Turn the volume up, while I quote the late great P
I can never get enough of it, that’s that shit
I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline
Not only does it make an iconic chorus
But adrenaline will enhance my performance
The diagnosis is Hip hop
The diagnosis is hip hop
The diagnosis is Hip hop
The diagnosis is hip hop
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Totally Unprovoked
I flow like fagin in the pocket, never a trending topic
Catastrophic like reagenomics the shits demonic
Periodic like Halley’s Comet, the last time it came around my mum birthed a baby from it
I maybe wrong but
It coincides with the year, so I’m inside of your ear
Smile, like you got your incisors veneered
Laws to abide by and adhere
Fuck a flag or a border, none of us reside on a sphere
Where we’re governed by parasites
With destructive appetites
And working class lives get sacrificed
I oppose the throne like a Jacobite
What wrong with these rapper guys
They need to grow up like a stalegmite
I’m staring at candlelight, scarface, mind playing tricks on me
They’re guessing what I’m sketching but we ain’t playing pictionary
I’m good for that smoke like Hickory
Bro, you’re stuck in the little leagues
Inspecting how I’m trained like “tickets please”
Totally unprovoked
I don’t need a reason to be going for their throats
Be careful how you approach
They thought it was a hoax till their eggs got poached
Totally unprovoked
I don’t need a reason to be going for their throats
Be careful how you approach
They thought it was a hoax till their eggs got poached
Yo, I came with Ice Water in my veins covered in flames
Took a while realising genius and insane really the same
Long as I’ve got ink in my Yin clips in my Yang
I’m bang a this piece likes it’s war loves inbetween
Some of the most motivated folks I ever known was fiends
Sometimes the most courageous soldier in the battle was the queen
I don’t mean to prophesize, she’ll take about my profit size, she’ll talk about my private size
Either way she came
That’s jokey jokes for the common folks the gems is inbetween
They drop a rhyme like a bar of soap, I drop it like a seed
Plant a thought so the folk along way down the line can eat
Plan a course for the nearest planet we running out of trees
I don’t run my mouth I run the speed of light around emcees
Run a dirtbike through a ring of fire landed on a Bee
That’s a metaphor for a bar and a loop
Being on time like a suit
Resume, tie and a brew
On the job like the ties on the moon
Totally unprovoked
I don’t need a reason to be going for their throats
Be careful how you approach
They thought it was a hoax till their eggs got poached
Totally unprovoked
I don’t need a reason to be going for their throats
Be careful how you approach
They thought it was a hoax till their eggs got poached
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uDecide
Sick of chilling clutching shillings that’s a fuckery feeling
This is labour of love, for the lost children
I’ve been a labourer but, what for if I’m not building
When I’ve got verses for the world like Scott Pilgrim
Lord willin, pusha T with two sugars in it
Life needs a light change like a new york minute
If I could give my younger self a message it be
Shout your mouth you little div and don’t you fucking give it
Bad em up, Bad em up, bad em up once
Dashing bricks and bottles at a bunch of nazi cunts
Half them tories used to be National Front
I will shit on the queen, how much passion do you want
Bollocks to opinions, titles and dominions
The slaughter of civilians till the ocean turns crimson
A celebrated hindrance, with victims in the millions
Wave your little flag if your nations so brilliant
All burning, since we got the right to
Bought a burner, if you wanna fight dude
This aint Britain, but I could good night you
Don’t act like All Lives Matter is so insightful
Why we gotta be little to bigger people
Why we looking for a world war sequel
Not talking racial issues, here’s a racial issue
Face tells it all, here’s a facial tissue
Wipe that smirk off, damn bigot
Here to educate the Brians and the bridgettes
How social status gets us choked by the piglets
World spinning out of control like invention
How are we supposed to save the children
When they get called, yeah can’t say midget
It’s all twisted, tryna find a solution
Before the next death starts a revolution, need restitution
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"Meet Me In Makkovik" is the joint EP from Lulla HF & US producer Killer Tame.
released May 7, 2021