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The End
05:12
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Better get up on your p’s and q’s
I’m only on my season 2
Twenty two months in and I kill a beat that’s feeling new
Giving you many a reason to be confused.
I can do what he can’t do
I got the spark like a Pikachu
I don’t spit to grime
Gimme a week or two
Got you and your gimmicky rapping weak and blue
See I’m NUTS
Like a pecan pie
Leave man sliced up like a pizza guy
Tongue in cheek
With the cheesy line
To feed a feeble mind a greasy peace of mine
People be surprised to see Mandeep can rhyme
They see the breazy hair but no-one see the grind
You need to be prepared to sow the seeds of time and slowly see Divine through flows as deep as mine
Demwuns
I become one with the beat
I’m the one to defeat
Leaving bums perched up by the front of the seat when I jump up and speak
Once was a Sikh but too many mandem wasn’t understanding what was underneath the turban I tied
I’d go to family events
Aunties be like “Turn her to your bride”
But didn’t give a diddy bout the thoughts turning inside
I equate that to your urban attire
Got the surface but the verses are dire
A new whip, bit of skirt. You’ll retire.
That’s all good but know my purpose is higher
I don’t strive money. I don’t strive for honey. I don’t strive to get everyone in the cypher running.
But it keeps on happening. Bit of a sneaky habit.
Well I guess I must be living life right or something
Better slow down.
Make the crowd move like a hoe-down
You think your woman’s committed but she’s a ho now
I ain’t gona make the move but I know how
My brudda don’t shout so loud.
Makes me think you got no clout.
The meek shall inherit the Earth
If that’s the case, then I’mma make my mum and daddy so proud
Whenever I start I see the end
As clever as half your team and ends
Don’t tell me you graft is c.b.a
Never a chance that we relate
You see? I’ve been working on like 3 a day
The sax, the degree then the heat to spray
You blow your own trumpet
I’m moving Miles Ahead, In A Silent Way
More than kinda true. leave you Kind of Blue
The kinda guy your girl is inclined to do
The kind to write a lot till the night is through
The kind to fire shots like a sniper. You?
Be inside the box.
I’m about to climb on top.
Take the key. Hide the lock.
Major things what I’mma rock.
Yo.
Whenever I start, I see the end.
As clever as half your team and ends.
Don’t tell me your graft is c.b.a
There’s never a chance that we relate
Yo. Let’s put a little bit more work in
Climb above desire till I find a higher purpose
The farther that I climb, the deeper I’m below the surface
Put the hearse inside a coffin when the microphone is working
I spit flows. Too many be slurping
It seems who served them’s more important than how potent the words is
That’s not a thrown I’m usurping
Give the gold crown to and old court clown
Then watch the whole town get burnt down to the cold damn ground in earnest
No! Gotta be them happy thoughts now
My puppy dog’s sat by my side. Straighten that furrow brow out
Or you’ll drown and out brown boy
Keep your head down brown boy
Become a doctor...
make mum and dad proud brown boy
Dear status quo,
I’m sorry that I hate you so
You gave my family food on the table and a place to grow
But I saw you in the news last week and you came across some racist ho
With makeshift exploding devices
A gun-toting license and like a...
Thousand and one ways to provoke my vices
To add to that, folks didn’t vote the way I like it
That might explain my writing
I’m caught between a rock and a place called silence
Uh. To outer-space I’m climbing
And though my aim is sublime I live one day at a time
The arrow of time’s indeed a fickle little lady
I know she’s got a litter of her fickle lady friends
Now I’m in a pickle. Which way should I let my nickels bend?
Maybe friends and fam
Pens and pads
Or trends and friendships that I convince myself I have
It seems so simple reading it back but so does ‘thou shall not kill’
But some of us do still
It’s like...
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Laura Makepeace Stephen
07:43
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Ride on a rhyme till my truth arise from the inside
Fly when your thoughts are aligned with your walk
I chalk losses then chalk bodies when thinking four at the same time
Two brains for the same mind
Few may imitate mine
I take time to take time
And stay silent like I’m Miles Davis in ‘69
To stay wiser while I
Wiley Coyote go warn a brother approaching
Come at me and I’ll go ACME to pick you off like you’re acne
Can’t trap the…
Spirit extracted in nuclear fission reactions
Galaxies battling gravity
Birthing humanity
A fraction of infinity wrapped in skin
This baby girl giving me joy
Born free, but what happened then?
Exactly when did a label attach to men?
My tears are for your hate or applause as you please
But these genes on this Earth by an accident
Baby girl born free till she sees…
Fear of the foreigner on internet forums
I furrow my brow
Burrow our past
Rummage around till I see…
Women in tribes reaching for berries
The fatter that they be, the fatter the baby
She said “your faction better leave if we isn’t related
My family’s fed first, nah we isn’t the same bitch
The different are dangerous
Make sure the distance remains
Unless you offer me something first, then my position won’t change”
Born with a noose
Torn from the warmth of the womb
Tortured to try to belong to the group
Longed for a youth that was effortless as yours was
But every effort that I made would get ignored cos
I’d say the wrong thing at the wrong time
I’d ask “How are you? It’s become a long time!”
Then you’re offline cos you’ve got friends but they’re not mine
Am I fucked up in the head? Am I not right?
It’s been a long night
I take a walk in the park on my own again
My only friend? My own mind
It turns to a foe when I be low like
No tongue but two eyes
No tongue but two eyes
I can see the silver lining in shadows when love dies
And I can help you see the same every time I does write
I do this for myself
You can go away with your judging eyes
“The judges loved your work
Now they’re wanting to get it publicized”
Am I too gone? Am I too gone?
Will you love me when the mood’s wrong?
Will you love me when I’m drugged up and I can’t write you a new one?
There’s a weight borne on my shoulders
Each side over two tonnes
I’m a mouthpiece for the mountains when I wanted to be human
I loved my life quickly
Now the fountain of my youth’s gone
But I did write so sick
I’mma live a thousand years too long
Live a thousand years through song
Live a thousand years through dance
You turn an artist into a martyr every time that you glance so
ANALYZE ME
Go ahead and analyse me
Go ahead and analyse till you’re satisfied
You wouldn’t bat an eye if I couldn’t write
In the paradigm where you’re mad as I and your talent dies, no-ones standing by thee
Unless I can provide, who will have the time for my damaged psyche?
Where would you leave me if the fruits of my labour weren’t this sweet?
Babbling poetry to the concrete slabs of the street?
Would you miss me?
Would you kiss me?
Would you let me into history?
It’s not a mystery
Cos my sis be
Evidence we would dismiss me
That’s Laura.
Tell me you love me for me
Tell me your loving is deep
Tell me your loving won’t fade the day my talent deplete
Tell me your loving won’t age if I don’t carry your seed
Only the roses remain up in our family tree
Tell me your love’s unconditional
Whether loser or winner
Not for the work, but for the scent of my spirit
For the essence
Reject the talent – the awe made of your minerals
Is your love for the kid or for the mirror?
Tell me
Tell me you love me for me
Tell me your loving is deep
Tell me your loving won’t fade the day my talent deplete
Tell me your loving won’t age if I don’t carry your seed
Only the roses remain up in our family tree
Tell me your love’s unconditional
Whether loser or winner
Look in my eyes and you see you a mirror
Oh no…
Guess loving Laura was difficult
Flaws made of your minerals
Guess she wasn’t the kid you were wishing for.
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3. |
Yung Neel
06:39
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Listen in
To the violin and rhythm. With due diligence I find a fine beat then kill it.
Five minutes in and imma grab your mind, try fill it
With an empty glass. Bet that I can still see it brimming
Wearing beats like they're velour
When I'm cold I'm rapping/wrapping warm
To thaw me out you'll have to grab the lightning from a thunderstorm and poke and prod me with it
Fools be talking 'bout Triggers when they be Del and Rodney living with their hella obvious spitting
I've been living life repetitive
Exercise and medicine
Flexing all my excellence on tracks as dark as melanin
Exorcised my devils now I'm levelling up
Head up in heaven
Done with red eyes on Reddit
Done with fake ties, lies and snakebites to disguise what I see and I ain't like in mirrors
Life is dice. I keep on rolling snake eyes and sevens.
We're all playing. We're all playing.
Panama paper, we're all paying
Nas said life's a bitch
It's clear to me how she got spayed
The rich stay rich. Our doctors overworked and underpaid
And man I'd pray for change but human nature stay the same
The best that I can do is be a better me than yesterday
But when I podium , I know some folks will sodium
So whilst I'm owning this I'm getting cosy with my loneliness
Try to box me in? I'll have you choking on the ropes, bitch
Doctor Strangelove, alien the hand that wrote this
I put it down so blunt that you don't even wanna smoke it
Astronomical goals.
Telescopic my focus. Telescopic my focus. Telescopic my focus.
Jupiter, Mars, Pluto I'm shooting for stars
Move over
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4. |
Know You
05:45
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I'm not the same man now that I was back then
Got an overdose in what I was lacking
Overwrought on what the fuck happened
I claim I'm over you when stuck on such patterns...
No tactics
I keep it blunt as what D.O.G.G packing
She look at me rapping. Said she feel that tinge.
I don't feel that until I'm underneath that skin
I don't need that win
I think to way back when
Then I kick so hard that my kneecaps bend
As a kid? Pretense
Learnt a big lesson
Now I float your boat
Call me the captain
If you recap you feeling like you're three caps in
Capsize any rapper thatta be slacking
Waxing on a woman and a weed bag
Rewind if a kiddie only dream that big
Rejoice if he's living till he needs that cig
Kill his passion tryna feed that pig
Doesn't matter if he feels that shit
All that matters is they see that pic
All that matters is the feedback's sick
Lemme free my breath then become the wind
You can be my friend till we thundering
Let's lose ourselves up in London then...
Let's find ourselves in what's underneath
Till we're wondering where we end and the sun begins
Till we're aware that we're something bigger than flesh or skin for next of kin. Let's question why we text again. We're blessed to live. I beg...
Chorus: Let me into your world
I'm tired of running after integers girl
Let me know you I want to know you
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