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Slow Down

by Passenger Casanova

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1.
The End 05:12
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...
2.
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.
3.
Yung Neel 06:39
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
4.
Know You 05:45
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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Recorded at Soundlab Studios by Matt Williams March - April 2018.

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released October 8, 2018

Mandeep - Vocals/Saxophone
Thom - Bass/Guitar
Ryan - Guitar/Drums
Matt - Engineering

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Passenger Casanova London, UK

London/Essex jazz-rock combo, 2011-2018.

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