Stunner lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
[Intro:]
I know it sounds weird
I do want you to look back on this and smile but
I kinda want that smile to be through tears
[Verse 1:]
I ain't shoutin at ya - I'm shouting to ya
Hello darkness (my old friend) let's turn you into filthy lucre
And suture wounds and tumors with dark humor mixed with hubris
In lieu of future suitors with a blast of nasty rumors
Seems the light at the end of the tunnel was a fire
Now I'm choking on the smoke in my lungs, I'm so tired
But I can't go to sleep with a mind that's so wired
You call that shit depression - I call it inspired
Talk is cheap when you speak the weak prose you're throwing
You're just a sheep in a wolf-in-sheep's-clothing's clothing
And the holes ain't closing, just exposing goatskin
This corrosion shows you can't control the motion
Shit, the romance is dead? Blame the hopeless romantics
Resigned to hopelessness their romantic plans with sycophantics
So I won't put the nice things we do on YouTube
Don't need the world the world to love me - I just need you to
[Hook: x2]
The world don't revolve around you but it should
I ain't saying you're perfect, but you're really really good
Ain't saying I love ya but I probably could
Have
[Verse 2:]
I thought it was love but I was wrong
Tortured a dove just to prove Prince wrong - I love that song
I guess you broke my heart but it kinda needed breaking
And the grating exasperatings hating's already dissipating
"Love... it's a weird thing ain't it?" You're fucking right it is
Enlightened by the disquiet sight, I kinda like this shit
We fall in love with that which we project on each other
Then settle for reality or just reject one another
So I respect the motherfucker that reflects upon their lover
And then let's them walk away or resurrects and recovers
Way more than I respect those that just close up the shutters
And ignore the shitty shell within which both of them suffers
I wore my heart on my sleeve and you stole my fucking shirt
But go ahead and wear that shit - happiness of the absurd
These words divert the hurt and send me soundly to sleep
But every word I wrote I meant so fucking read 'em and weep
[Hook x2]
Nightbus Sleepers lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
[Verse 1:]
As another evening ends late and night tailgates daybreak
Friends, mates and jailbait wait to relocate
As two drunk girls gyrate it just serves to frustrate
The crowd of guys that didn't vacate their prostate
I just observe as my headphones vibrate
It's so serene even when they make scrapes
There's always someone to placate the irate
And as it arrives the crowd waylays the N8
From the top deck I love this night time tour of the city
Seeing areas now vibrant where they used to be shitty
These used to be the streets of the broken homes
Now everybody dresses like Paloma Faith and Ebony Bones
When housing's cheap two types of people tend to then descend on it
First it's rough then the arty types start climbing up on it
Sometimes they mix well and sometimes these things are too phonic
If not discerning with their mouth they'll lose a tooth or two from it
[Hook: x2]
I got a lot of love for the nightbus sleepers
A world away from the drunks and the tweakers
Sat there they prove there's still a place for the dreamers
I got a lot of love for the nightbus sleepers
[Verse 2:]
She seems threatless like the butterfly on her necklace
Something sets her separate from the homo-erectus
Sleeps sweet bliss, it's sweep infectious
Her hands become her pillow, comfortably ambidextrous
If you can hold your head when all around you are boisterous
Or quite the opposite late night back seat coitus
If you can hold your head despite the fact that you ain't conscious
Then in my eyes you are luminescent like phosphorus
So onwards sleeping beauties pay no heed to the real world
This can't compete with the scenes your dreams meld
Seems these routines just repeat can't be felled
Conveyor belt, in spite of sleeps cousin, it's upheld
Sleep, in spite of the light, the fights that might ignite
Sleep, resist the itch to sit and twitch and click your iPhone
Sleep, escape this place, let glass replace your pillow case
Sleep, rest in peace and sleep in beauty
[Hook x2]
As another evening ends late and night tailgates daybreak
Friends, mates and jailbait wait to relocate
As two drunk girls gyrate it just serves to frustrate
The crowd of guys that didn't vacate their prostate
I just observe as my headphones vibrate
It's so serene even when they make scrapes
There's always someone to placate the irate
And as it arrives the crowd waylays the N8
From the top deck I love this night time tour of the city
Seeing areas now vibrant where they used to be shitty
These used to be the streets of the broken homes
Now everybody dresses like Paloma Faith and Ebony Bones
When housing's cheap two types of people tend to then descend on it
First it's rough then the arty types start climbing up on it
Sometimes they mix well and sometimes these things are too phonic
If not discerning with their mouth they'll lose a tooth or two from it
[Hook: x2]
I got a lot of love for the nightbus sleepers
A world away from the drunks and the tweakers
Sat there they prove there's still a place for the dreamers
I got a lot of love for the nightbus sleepers
[Verse 2:]
She seems threatless like the butterfly on her necklace
Something sets her separate from the homo-erectus
Sleeps sweet bliss, it's sweep infectious
Her hands become her pillow, comfortably ambidextrous
If you can hold your head when all around you are boisterous
Or quite the opposite late night back seat coitus
If you can hold your head despite the fact that you ain't conscious
Then in my eyes you are luminescent like phosphorus
So onwards sleeping beauties pay no heed to the real world
This can't compete with the scenes your dreams meld
Seems these routines just repeat can't be felled
Conveyor belt, in spite of sleeps cousin, it's upheld
Sleep, in spite of the light, the fights that might ignite
Sleep, resist the itch to sit and twitch and click your iPhone
Sleep, escape this place, let glass replace your pillow case
Sleep, rest in peace and sleep in beauty
[Hook x2]
Terminal lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
She said "I feel numb"
I said "That doesn't make sense - numbness is a lack of feeling."
She said I knew what she meant and I did
I was just talking
I'm not a pedant but I was hesitant to let silence walk in
I took her hand and I kissed each knuckle
It didn't register at first but then she smiled a smile that meant fuck all
"I don't think I wanna fight it." she said without eye contact
"I want my last breath to be a laugh, not the last gasp of a lab rat."
And I had nothing to say back
Just smiled and kissed each knuckle again, comfort rewound and played back
We left through the lobby as I texted Skaghead Bobby - nice name, right?
He said he'd run out, but if we dropped off cash now he could sort us out the same night
So we dropped off a little money and went and had happy meals
"Lady's choice!" I had said and she chose to pay Ronald McDonald's bills
I wore an upper-half face mask of the hamburglar
And we took it in turns not to laugh as we ate the equivalent weight of a third of her
I used to buy weed off Bobby, back in my late teens
He was as shady as his moniker but he could facilitate our new needs
Neither of us had done ecstasy before but we bought three tabs each
Fuck it! You only live once and that's at the most it would seem
We walked along the south bank wrapped up warm in coats and gloves
We sang songs, ran in circles, laughed and fell in love
It wasn't real love of course, just a chemical turn-off
But that was all we required; temporary life-affirming shit
We were beauty that night - through drug-tinted glasses
The sun shone on us through the dark skies as the rest of the world passed us
Our long foot adventure took us all the way down to Greenwich
Start to finish four hours give or take oh, a few minutes
Around ten forty-five as we sat on a bench the place glew in the dark
You could see right across the river from the Cutty Sark to Milwall Park
We shared a kiss at that moment with no sexual undercurrents
She jumped to her feet and said "Let's play a game!"
"If you can catch me right now, I will tell you my name."
And with that she turned and ran as I promptly gave chase
Through streets and alleyways as laughs cascaded from her face
And again I have no doubt it was down to the chemicals
But she seemed to float and glow as we bounded on like thin blood through white ventricles
All of a sudden, like in slow motion, she hurled herself into the air
And then in the blinking sound of a splash, I was stood all alone there
There was no flailing or splashes - just the first one that broke the surface
I heard that when a girl writes off the world it's done in cursive
I'd met her that morning in the waiting room at 7am
And 16 beautiful hours later, I'd never see her again
Heroism lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
(Take a deep breath now, you might need to call upon it later)
I'm fit to fight
My name is Pip
If luck be a lady tonight
Then baby I'm all about the dick
No shit, nah
Not a bit of billy bullshit
If something ain't right
Then you probably shouldn't force it
Fire in your eye?
Take it to the bridge and torch it
Forthwit
This ain't a game changer
Cause I ain't playing
I'm too old to feign danger
Shit, my hair is graying
Fuck your plain mangers
I was born in the rain
While a hoard of shamed strangers
Were calling my name
I'm Nicholas Cage
I could eat a beat for days
Retreat to seek the pace
Meet and greet the bass
Dress it up with words
Complete from feet to face
Secrete technique with grace
Defeating the need for haste
[Hook: x2]
I dream of heroism [x2]
I dream of hero-hero-heroism
It's my endeavor to weather like good leather
You should never sever the pain, it's not clever
Call me anything you want
Use any fucking letter
But please rest assured
I've been called worse by better
A fools worst endeavor
When false words are tethered
Is to run instead of just walk
Towards adverse weather
Measure the pleasure and pain till they're the same
And if ain't level pour it out and start it again
Consider me a little ploy to destroy and annoy
Your little ode to joy for the hoi polloi
Oy, it gets more dark
Than a rorschach blot mark
Read by an oligarch
On a fucking polygraph
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
They say you gotta laugh
Cover up your mental scars
With a little jolly mask
Put all your fears in a frown
And swallow them down
Like the tears of a clown
When no one's around
How you living like a piggie
In the middle of a ravine?
Trying to make your way out but you get
Stuck in the...
Is it...
Trying to make your way...
When you get...
Stuck in the...
It ain't about glass half full
Or glass half empty
Shut up and down what's left
Or fill that shit back up again, see
[Hook x2]
I'm fit to fight
My name is Pip
If luck be a lady tonight
Then baby I'm all about the dick
No shit, nah
Not a bit of billy bullshit
If something ain't right
Then you probably shouldn't force it
Fire in your eye?
Take it to the bridge and torch it
Forthwit
This ain't a game changer
Cause I ain't playing
I'm too old to feign danger
Shit, my hair is graying
Fuck your plain mangers
I was born in the rain
While a hoard of shamed strangers
Were calling my name
I'm Nicholas Cage
I could eat a beat for days
Retreat to seek the pace
Meet and greet the bass
Dress it up with words
Complete from feet to face
Secrete technique with grace
Defeating the need for haste
[Hook: x2]
I dream of heroism [x2]
I dream of hero-hero-heroism
It's my endeavor to weather like good leather
You should never sever the pain, it's not clever
Call me anything you want
Use any fucking letter
But please rest assured
I've been called worse by better
A fools worst endeavor
When false words are tethered
Is to run instead of just walk
Towards adverse weather
Measure the pleasure and pain till they're the same
And if ain't level pour it out and start it again
Consider me a little ploy to destroy and annoy
Your little ode to joy for the hoi polloi
Oy, it gets more dark
Than a rorschach blot mark
Read by an oligarch
On a fucking polygraph
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha
They say you gotta laugh
Cover up your mental scars
With a little jolly mask
Put all your fears in a frown
And swallow them down
Like the tears of a clown
When no one's around
How you living like a piggie
In the middle of a ravine?
Trying to make your way out but you get
Stuck in the...
Is it...
Trying to make your way...
When you get...
Stuck in the...
It ain't about glass half full
Or glass half empty
Shut up and down what's left
Or fill that shit back up again, see
[Hook x2]
Porter lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
Cell one is a padded little palace, within which lives a little girl named Alice
For half her life in that room she has been banished,
She drinks from the wrong side of the chalice, the girl's damaged.
Each day when I arrive at the front gate, I hear her happy little voice say
"You're late, you're late, you're late"
Always talking to the friends in her head, running round her cell and playing under her bed.
At lunchtimes I go listen to her mad chatter,
Matter of fact, tea parties with a limited platter.
She won't touch her lunch unless it's labelled completely with little tags saying either 'drink me' or 'eat me'
She's never any hassle, bashful battles with validity
Always mad polite in spite of all the instability
Handles the containment and displacement just formidably
Hates the locking doors but by the morning she's forgiven me.
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
Cell four'll be Dorothy, sweet little thing.
Always likes to chat and smile and dance and sing.
It's startling when you start to think of how you might react to this darker thing.
She believes that she travelled to a far away land and havoc was wreaked by her own fair hand
She killed a woman by mistake, straight away on arriving,
Then formed a gang to go and hunt and kill the victim's sibling.
It's kind of fucked up, they killed wolves and crows
As they trod a bloodstained path along a yellow brick road.
And once they'd killed their second victim, they still weren't done
This posse bounded on and hounded some old man for fun.
She tells her story with a smile, while not the slightest flicker of rigour lingers [?]
As this princess clicks the heels on her slippers.
Kinda hear a solemn mumble as I close the cell door
"Mr Porter we ain't in Kansas no more"
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
One more door, let's jaw about Wendy.
Always looking forlorn sat by her window like a sentry, hope of entry is empty due to bars and grating
But she still sits staring at the stars just waiting
Carved in her heart an outline never, never fading.
A figure, hands on hips, feet never, never quaking.
Memories of a kiss, hands never, never shaking.
Her grasps on this dream of hers never, never breaking.
Years back you often hear her talking at night, about pirate's adventures and mind propelled flight.
I know what you're thinking, 'absolutely batshit, factually inaccurate, engaging the inanimate'
She's say "I believe in fairies" as she rang a little bell,
And yeah that's kinda crazy but it's harmless aswell.
She harnessed herself apart from this hell and started a well that through her dreams alone broke the fucking bars to this cell.
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
Cell one is a padded little palace, within which lives a little girl named Alice
For half her life in that room she has been banished,
She drinks from the wrong side of the chalice, the girl's damaged.
Each day when I arrive at the front gate, I hear her happy little voice say
"You're late, you're late, you're late"
Always talking to the friends in her head, running round her cell and playing under her bed.
At lunchtimes I go listen to her mad chatter,
Matter of fact, tea parties with a limited platter.
She won't touch her lunch unless it's labelled completely with little tags saying either 'drink me' or 'eat me'
She's never any hassle, bashful battles with validity
Always mad polite in spite of all the instability
Handles the containment and displacement just formidably
Hates the locking doors but by the morning she's forgiven me.
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
Cell four'll be Dorothy, sweet little thing.
Always likes to chat and smile and dance and sing.
It's startling when you start to think of how you might react to this darker thing.
She believes that she travelled to a far away land and havoc was wreaked by her own fair hand
She killed a woman by mistake, straight away on arriving,
Then formed a gang to go and hunt and kill the victim's sibling.
It's kind of fucked up, they killed wolves and crows
As they trod a bloodstained path along a yellow brick road.
And once they'd killed their second victim, they still weren't done
This posse bounded on and hounded some old man for fun.
She tells her story with a smile, while not the slightest flicker of rigour lingers [?]
As this princess clicks the heels on her slippers.
Kinda hear a solemn mumble as I close the cell door
"Mr Porter we ain't in Kansas no more"
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
One more door, let's jaw about Wendy.
Always looking forlorn sat by her window like a sentry, hope of entry is empty due to bars and grating
But she still sits staring at the stars just waiting
Carved in her heart an outline never, never fading.
A figure, hands on hips, feet never, never quaking.
Memories of a kiss, hands never, never shaking.
Her grasps on this dream of hers never, never breaking.
Years back you often hear her talking at night, about pirate's adventures and mind propelled flight.
I know what you're thinking, 'absolutely batshit, factually inaccurate, engaging the inanimate'
She's say "I believe in fairies" as she rang a little bell,
And yeah that's kinda crazy but it's harmless aswell.
She harnessed herself apart from this hell and started a well that through her dreams alone broke the fucking bars to this cell.
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
Cause I'm the porter and these wards I walk from wall to wall are full of the types of minds that might sometimes fight the binds of thought paths we all default to, weird to think each one is someone's daughter.
Gold Teeth (feat. Flux Pavilion) lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look…
Gold Silver Platinum Diamnonds find them to hang from your appendages
Accessories like Christmas trees - fuck when December is!
Buck every trend there is, duck the expenditures
If you can't afford it find a sucker that will lend you his
And heck yes! That's such a pretty necklace
My sister's got that very same pendant (sexless)
Ring-filled fingers can't bend them (excess)
Five credit cards to get your spend on (reckless)
Twenty-four carats straight dangled from your stick neck
Fell for the sales pitch, signed off a thick cheque
Mad store credit, more charge than a triceratops
You got more rocks than prosper son
You own a fucking jewellery box!
Watch drowned in girl's very best friends (diamonds)
Dressed head to toe by Jimmy Saville Row's best (designers)
Timeless and look you can't decipher what the time is
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra- Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra- Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-
(DISTORTED) Rapppers Rappers wear rap-ra-ra-ra-ra rap-ra-ra-ra-ra rap-ra-ra-ra-ra rap-ra-ra-ra-ra
G-G-Getting dressed and flexing in recession best in bullshit getups
Gawkish walkers smorgasbord of tawdry gawdry Argos setups
Fetch the etch-asketch and get encrusted that's the shit I dream up
Fix that bitch with 66 [?] Swarovskis that I just picked up
Gold teeth? Alright fair play, that does look kinda dope
Bond villain crossed with Sunday morning gold-adorning pope
The CEO of Cash4Gold monitors your output
Where the fuck you buy a gold-plated fat Albert?
Distract and detract from your skills? They may be questionable
It's all ostensible, when what you spit's respectable that shit's dispensable
You really need it hanging is tits or testicles
I support witty and gritty and intricately performed raps
You look pretty but the gist of your bars are shitty
So shut the fuck up! (heh!)
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look…
Gold Silver Platinum Diamnonds find them to hang from your appendages
Accessories like Christmas trees - fuck when December is!
Buck every trend there is, duck the expenditures
If you can't afford it find a sucker that will lend you his
And heck yes! That's such a pretty necklace
My sister's got that very same pendant (sexless)
Ring-filled fingers can't bend them (excess)
Five credit cards to get your spend on (reckless)
Twenty-four carats straight dangled from your stick neck
Fell for the sales pitch, signed off a thick cheque
Mad store credit, more charge than a triceratops
You got more rocks than prosper son
You own a fucking jewellery box!
Watch drowned in girl's very best friends (diamonds)
Dressed head to toe by Jimmy Saville Row's best (designers)
Timeless and look you can't decipher what the time is
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra- Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra- Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-
(DISTORTED) Rapppers Rappers wear rap-ra-ra-ra-ra rap-ra-ra-ra-ra rap-ra-ra-ra-ra rap-ra-ra-ra-ra
G-G-Getting dressed and flexing in recession best in bullshit getups
Gawkish walkers smorgasbord of tawdry gawdry Argos setups
Fetch the etch-asketch and get encrusted that's the shit I dream up
Fix that bitch with 66 [?] Swarovskis that I just picked up
Gold teeth? Alright fair play, that does look kinda dope
Bond villain crossed with Sunday morning gold-adorning pope
The CEO of Cash4Gold monitors your output
Where the fuck you buy a gold-plated fat Albert?
Distract and detract from your skills? They may be questionable
It's all ostensible, when what you spit's respectable that shit's dispensable
You really need it hanging is tits or testicles
I support witty and gritty and intricately performed raps
You look pretty but the gist of your bars are shitty
So shut the fuck up! (heh!)
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Rappers wear bling 'cos they wanna look pretty
Entity lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
I have been experiencing some unusual path of thinking
On a night of public drinking, I have found I am picturing
All these different people in a state of undress equal
To that of Adam and Eve, I believe this is not a sexual thing
Cause I picture men and women in just the skin they were born in
It removes their identities and let's me see the entities
That I believe their parents see without being obscured by the
Costumes that we wera to be a part of this society
The skinhead in the Millwall shirt is as susceptible to hurt
As any individual both mental and physical
Mankind is so cynical and clinical it's difficult to strip away the visible
And envisage the residual not exactly typical
But kinda prototypical removing the pontifical
External inadmissible mask of the municipal
Discarded for the visceral I swear this is permissible in principle
You're a big man and ya way to loud
But deep down ya mothers still proud of, you
But when you strip down and you lose that shroud
You're still the same kid that cried on the way to, school
One seems to me to be a solitary sum
When referring to yourself it's an affront
To the complexities invested in the chest of these receptacles acceptably presented first as young
And many guises are revised as we get old
And many lies through each disguise is somehow told
To ignite a right of flight despite the might of the contrite we fight inside of out minds to somehow have a hold of the image we present unto the world
But beneath this we're still boys and we're still girls
Not exempt of the resent when we lament upon events that tend to bend and dent the style used to beguile
So concerned with what is learned just from out style
But when strip and rip it down to just a smile
Then you're left with just the depth within the naturally constructed from just like when you were born
You're a big man and ya way to loud
But deep down ya mothers still proud of, you
But when you strip down and you lose that shroud
You're still the same kid that cried on the way to, school
On a night of public drinking, I have found I am picturing
All these different people in a state of undress equal
To that of Adam and Eve, I believe this is not a sexual thing
Cause I picture men and women in just the skin they were born in
It removes their identities and let's me see the entities
That I believe their parents see without being obscured by the
Costumes that we wera to be a part of this society
The skinhead in the Millwall shirt is as susceptible to hurt
As any individual both mental and physical
Mankind is so cynical and clinical it's difficult to strip away the visible
And envisage the residual not exactly typical
But kinda prototypical removing the pontifical
External inadmissible mask of the municipal
Discarded for the visceral I swear this is permissible in principle
You're a big man and ya way to loud
But deep down ya mothers still proud of, you
But when you strip down and you lose that shroud
You're still the same kid that cried on the way to, school
One seems to me to be a solitary sum
When referring to yourself it's an affront
To the complexities invested in the chest of these receptacles acceptably presented first as young
And many guises are revised as we get old
And many lies through each disguise is somehow told
To ignite a right of flight despite the might of the contrite we fight inside of out minds to somehow have a hold of the image we present unto the world
But beneath this we're still boys and we're still girls
Not exempt of the resent when we lament upon events that tend to bend and dent the style used to beguile
So concerned with what is learned just from out style
But when strip and rip it down to just a smile
Then you're left with just the depth within the naturally constructed from just like when you were born
You're a big man and ya way to loud
But deep down ya mothers still proud of, you
But when you strip down and you lose that shroud
You're still the same kid that cried on the way to, school
Stiff Upper Lip (feat. Itch) lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
[Verse 1: Pip]
This democracy?
I think I'm sick of it
Constantly politicking chicken shit liberalists
If that sounds harsh it's fucking meant to, live with it
Heart full of fire little drizzle to extinguish it
See the evil, hear the evil, talk a lot of bullshit
Complain about their ways but still support it
I heard a revolution's coming better baton down your bandwidth
Make stands from ya laptop and then finish off your sandwich
But oh shit, this isn't just a Twitter campaign
We gonna take to the streets, the man will know our names
But every protest is authorised. Cleared and sanctioned
So is that a protest or just a pleasant little gathering
Two million marched against a war and then what did they do?
Complained that no one listened, man there's two million of you
And all those mad about the fact you didn't vote for our leaders
Your solution is to wait and vote again? Fucking genius
That stiff upper lip shit? Man that was good marketing
Make man's trait to "never complain", remove the spark from him
Charming little phrase for emotionally retarding him
Hold it down son feel your darkened heart hardening
[Hook:]
Fuck your stiff upper lip. Pick up a brick
And if the crime fits then fucking do something with it
[Verse 2: Itch]
Listen
It's a British tradition an orange camper van
Used to staple sheets up to walls battle plans
From J18 yeah we had em man
Back to cable street: no pasaran
Run them out our crew's quicker than the news
Where the need for speed beat the need for truth
Direct action in your fucking face
Not throwing all your hope into cyber space and
Tracking your trouble, trickology tracing you
Tracking the chatter no matter the clatter basic truths
Tricking the cheater, chuck the case and then be chasing you
That's what's facing you
It's ok to have your own point of view
And not just quote other people when you try to argue
Can we save the youth from our stiff upper lip
And stop them quoting Russell Brand, me and Pip
They don't care bout your situation
They just wanna grab your information
That's why I don't like Facebook groups
I like to group up and chase them chooks
Retina scanners, closed circuit cameras
I wear bandanas on my face and hood
A retweet's just a retreat damn
When a brick through a window's worth 2 in the hand
[Hook]
This democracy?
I think I'm sick of it
Constantly politicking chicken shit liberalists
If that sounds harsh it's fucking meant to, live with it
Heart full of fire little drizzle to extinguish it
See the evil, hear the evil, talk a lot of bullshit
Complain about their ways but still support it
I heard a revolution's coming better baton down your bandwidth
Make stands from ya laptop and then finish off your sandwich
But oh shit, this isn't just a Twitter campaign
We gonna take to the streets, the man will know our names
But every protest is authorised. Cleared and sanctioned
So is that a protest or just a pleasant little gathering
Two million marched against a war and then what did they do?
Complained that no one listened, man there's two million of you
And all those mad about the fact you didn't vote for our leaders
Your solution is to wait and vote again? Fucking genius
That stiff upper lip shit? Man that was good marketing
Make man's trait to "never complain", remove the spark from him
Charming little phrase for emotionally retarding him
Hold it down son feel your darkened heart hardening
[Hook:]
Fuck your stiff upper lip. Pick up a brick
And if the crime fits then fucking do something with it
[Verse 2: Itch]
Listen
It's a British tradition an orange camper van
Used to staple sheets up to walls battle plans
From J18 yeah we had em man
Back to cable street: no pasaran
Run them out our crew's quicker than the news
Where the need for speed beat the need for truth
Direct action in your fucking face
Not throwing all your hope into cyber space and
Tracking your trouble, trickology tracing you
Tracking the chatter no matter the clatter basic truths
Tricking the cheater, chuck the case and then be chasing you
That's what's facing you
It's ok to have your own point of view
And not just quote other people when you try to argue
Can we save the youth from our stiff upper lip
And stop them quoting Russell Brand, me and Pip
They don't care bout your situation
They just wanna grab your information
That's why I don't like Facebook groups
I like to group up and chase them chooks
Retina scanners, closed circuit cameras
I wear bandanas on my face and hood
A retweet's just a retreat damn
When a brick through a window's worth 2 in the hand
[Hook]
You Will See Me lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
You are my new inspiration...
My muse
And I mean that not as a compliment
I will use you to cruise through any writer's block
Any lazy daze when a glazed gaze invades my mind's cave of creativity
I will think of you... and what you did to me
I will take negativity and make it inspire me
I was not a book from a library
As I stand here alone, I declare I was not a loan
To be picked up and dropped off at a later date
And you barely even made my spine bend
Just skimmed through some of the interesting bits then skipped to the end
The notes you left in my margins turned from scribbles to scars
But here's the best part:
You didn't even realise you were reading the first draft of a best seller
The manuscript of a future Nobel prize winner
This book you discarded as a pamphlet will ignite shit
I will write ten times harder than before
I will create art, I will create beauty
I will create so many things that you can't ignore
But I will not do them in your name
I will not shout you from the roof tops
I will tap your name out in morse code on my outer thigh
As I casually accept plaudits from on high
I will not to try to win you back
I do not want you back
I just want to show you
I just need to show you what you fucking walked away from
I will achieve all my goals ten-fold
I will achieve your goals too, casually
I will have happiness and joy in my life
I will fall in love; husband, child and wife
I will shine brighter than I could ever have dreamed to be
And you will see me
And you will see. Me
I will make rivers run red in your anonymity
The screams of nations will echo our affinity
My wrath will be relentless
My path of destruction will be momentously momentous
I will change the face of history and paint it in my likeness
And I will like this
I will destroy everything that you hold dear
By simply destroying everything far and near
My footsteps will be impossible not to hear
I will watch you from afar and taste each tear
I will wipe out entire races
I will erase faces and displace with great haste and no graces
This world will become my plaything
Embracing my ways and then just breaking
I will burn this entire world to the ground
I will leave a mark greater than any have ever left before
I will lay waste by land, air and sea
And you will see me
And you. Will see. Me
My muse
And I mean that not as a compliment
I will use you to cruise through any writer's block
Any lazy daze when a glazed gaze invades my mind's cave of creativity
I will think of you... and what you did to me
I will take negativity and make it inspire me
I was not a book from a library
As I stand here alone, I declare I was not a loan
To be picked up and dropped off at a later date
And you barely even made my spine bend
Just skimmed through some of the interesting bits then skipped to the end
The notes you left in my margins turned from scribbles to scars
But here's the best part:
You didn't even realise you were reading the first draft of a best seller
The manuscript of a future Nobel prize winner
This book you discarded as a pamphlet will ignite shit
I will write ten times harder than before
I will create art, I will create beauty
I will create so many things that you can't ignore
But I will not do them in your name
I will not shout you from the roof tops
I will tap your name out in morse code on my outer thigh
As I casually accept plaudits from on high
I will not to try to win you back
I do not want you back
I just want to show you
I just need to show you what you fucking walked away from
I will achieve all my goals ten-fold
I will achieve your goals too, casually
I will have happiness and joy in my life
I will fall in love; husband, child and wife
I will shine brighter than I could ever have dreamed to be
And you will see me
And you will see. Me
I will make rivers run red in your anonymity
The screams of nations will echo our affinity
My wrath will be relentless
My path of destruction will be momentously momentous
I will change the face of history and paint it in my likeness
And I will like this
I will destroy everything that you hold dear
By simply destroying everything far and near
My footsteps will be impossible not to hear
I will watch you from afar and taste each tear
I will wipe out entire races
I will erase faces and displace with great haste and no graces
This world will become my plaything
Embracing my ways and then just breaking
I will burn this entire world to the ground
I will leave a mark greater than any have ever left before
I will lay waste by land, air and sea
And you will see me
And you. Will see. Me
Introdiction lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
I saw a dead fish on the pavement, and thought "what did you expect"
There's no water round here, stupid, should have stayed where it was wet...
Hello my name is Pip, and I would like to speak some lyrics,
Into this microphone that's amplified so you can hear it.
This piece of diction is the intro to 'Distraction Pieces',
That's all the shit that flies around my head and keeps me sleepless.
Such little food for thought my fucking brain feels anorexic;
So many typos when I write, oh, I'll claim I'm dyslexic.
I've got your poem here, I've put it in this envelope...
I'm setting fire to it; hope you all can read the smoke!
Most people where I live don't know me and I fucking like it!
Some people where I live don't like me and I fucking know it!
Some heads won't know my name or give me a look, since
I flow kinda strange like spina bifida footprints.
Ha!
I flow kinda strange like spina bifida footprints
Nothing's original, I stole this flow from the creator,
And from some others too, can't think right now I'll name them later.
If I say 'fuck' a lot well then I may gain more attention;
If I say 'cunt' well then with some of you there will be tension.
I find this interesting 'cause in the end they are just words,
You give them power when you cower, man, it's so absurd.
But all that was covered by Lenny Bruce, back in the day.
Nothing's original, now I'm repeating what I say!
Paralysis through analysis could stop me here
But that'd just be an excuse to run in fear!
So I'll brandish the blandest man's anguish with a round fist,
Directed at the throat of any man that can withstand this.
I will brandish the blandest man's anguish with a round fist
I see these rappers that say things like 'no homo' and such;
It always seems maybe the lady doth protest too much...
I'm really speechless but I speak less than you might imagine
Sometimes I stutter and I sputter like the words are catching.
I'm known to write about the shit most people won't discuss;
Some find my music's too intrusive with their words and such.
You see a mouse trap, I see free cheese, and a fucking challenge!
But you stay quiet for fear of tipping the balance!
When it's horses for courses my horse is distorted
I bought it for four quid then forced it through horse shit!
We walked through these morbid remorseless discourses,
And discuss these disgusting new sources.
When it's horses for courses my horse is distorted
I've seen the world; I've seen the good and the shitty bits;
And all I've got to say is, "God damn, y'all are fucking idiots."
Some people heard my words and thought it meant they knew me
Truth is, I don't exist; I'm just the soundtrack to your movie!
Some background figure in a story that's already scripted,
And what I feel's just felt for you to hear me fucking spit it!
I jump in many different heads, through these words and poems;
Always hoping maybe the next leap will be my leap home.
Ziggy says that if I keep writing this shit
There's an eighty percent chance that Al can make it a pop hit.
But Al's an alcoholic and I'm a fucking schizophrenic,
So I'll close my eyes on this whole fucking world and that will end it...
There's no water round here, stupid, should have stayed where it was wet...
Hello my name is Pip, and I would like to speak some lyrics,
Into this microphone that's amplified so you can hear it.
This piece of diction is the intro to 'Distraction Pieces',
That's all the shit that flies around my head and keeps me sleepless.
Such little food for thought my fucking brain feels anorexic;
So many typos when I write, oh, I'll claim I'm dyslexic.
I've got your poem here, I've put it in this envelope...
I'm setting fire to it; hope you all can read the smoke!
Most people where I live don't know me and I fucking like it!
Some people where I live don't like me and I fucking know it!
Some heads won't know my name or give me a look, since
I flow kinda strange like spina bifida footprints.
Ha!
I flow kinda strange like spina bifida footprints
Nothing's original, I stole this flow from the creator,
And from some others too, can't think right now I'll name them later.
If I say 'fuck' a lot well then I may gain more attention;
If I say 'cunt' well then with some of you there will be tension.
I find this interesting 'cause in the end they are just words,
You give them power when you cower, man, it's so absurd.
But all that was covered by Lenny Bruce, back in the day.
Nothing's original, now I'm repeating what I say!
Paralysis through analysis could stop me here
But that'd just be an excuse to run in fear!
So I'll brandish the blandest man's anguish with a round fist,
Directed at the throat of any man that can withstand this.
I will brandish the blandest man's anguish with a round fist
I see these rappers that say things like 'no homo' and such;
It always seems maybe the lady doth protest too much...
I'm really speechless but I speak less than you might imagine
Sometimes I stutter and I sputter like the words are catching.
I'm known to write about the shit most people won't discuss;
Some find my music's too intrusive with their words and such.
You see a mouse trap, I see free cheese, and a fucking challenge!
But you stay quiet for fear of tipping the balance!
When it's horses for courses my horse is distorted
I bought it for four quid then forced it through horse shit!
We walked through these morbid remorseless discourses,
And discuss these disgusting new sources.
When it's horses for courses my horse is distorted
I've seen the world; I've seen the good and the shitty bits;
And all I've got to say is, "God damn, y'all are fucking idiots."
Some people heard my words and thought it meant they knew me
Truth is, I don't exist; I'm just the soundtrack to your movie!
Some background figure in a story that's already scripted,
And what I feel's just felt for you to hear me fucking spit it!
I jump in many different heads, through these words and poems;
Always hoping maybe the next leap will be my leap home.
Ziggy says that if I keep writing this shit
There's an eighty percent chance that Al can make it a pop hit.
But Al's an alcoholic and I'm a fucking schizophrenic,
So I'll close my eyes on this whole fucking world and that will end it...
Let 'em Come (feat. P.O.S & Sage Francis) lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
[Pip:]
When it's cold, we bite the top of our zips,
Pull it up with our teeth till it covers our lips
Then exhale central heating for the weather beaten
No feet are beating, this street in to stand by us like Will Wheaton
Walking these streets with that distant stare
No one likes us but we don't care
Maybe our kind don't fit round here
Our minds find conflict round here
See we choose to cruise a route that ain't paved with gold
So our shoes don't slip they stick and grip this road
Our tools are ink slicks that we engrave and mould
For an end goal you maybe can't spend or fold
We won't settle for unsought careers
Or forty years of salty tears
Like a battered up mix-tape with a long faded label
When I'm old and decaying I'll be decaying and able
[Hook:]
If the bad times are coming, let 'em come
Let the death drum break the slump
Before the once young braves succumb
The Fickle flicker of desire expires
If the bad times are coming Let 'em come, Let 'em come
[P.O.S:]
Bad times coming
Bash up a castle
I know the zoo keeper
Line em up
Lions on em
I haven't slept yet
Ever, crust
Kickin up dust
Leave em sickin up rust colour
Let it come
Let em run
Let me laugh at it
Smash like it's rampage
Live it up
Grasp at it
No pill for the whirlwind coming
Let it come
Spin with the rush no fun till the times up
Run against the flood
All stroke no float
For the hope for the coast pump blood
Stump fuckers on the daily
Dump lungs
Volume is up
Watch em hush for the lump sum
But not around here
Around here we steer clear
Of holding our tongues to stack funds
When bad times come it's like some old news
New shit
Choose yours
New whip or brick?
Thank you
[Hook:]
If the bad times are coming, let 'em come
Let the death drum break the slump
Before the once young braves succumb
The Fickle flicker of desire expires
If the bad times are coming Let 'em come, Let 'em come
[Sage:]
Quality home life, Living a lie now
Take it to the road certain women would lie down
Haunting images I witnessed in my town
Are floating through the night with a knife and a white gown
Gotta dig a bigger hole
But I can never climb out, just burrow and burrow
Or stand on the high ground while pulling the sky down
Wait for the high tide and try not to drown
You're waiting another day with eyebrows furrowed
Just say what you gotta say... like right now, fucko
Or pipe down bucko, I'm doubting what many say
"Why do you think they call it a burrowing owl anyway?"
Feed the lion despite what the sign says
Act defiant and impolite to my friends
While making side bets in a risky gamble
Save the wild sex for the filthy animals
I switch the channel if the nature turns mechanical
Become detached like your snake mandibles
The slack jawed yokel is practising his cat calls
It's got the lab rats bounding off the padded walls
[Hook:]
If the bad times are coming, let 'em come
Let the death drum break the slump
Before the once young braves succumb
The Fickle flicker of desire expires
If the bad times are coming Let 'em come, Let 'em come
When it's cold, we bite the top of our zips,
Pull it up with our teeth till it covers our lips
Then exhale central heating for the weather beaten
No feet are beating, this street in to stand by us like Will Wheaton
Walking these streets with that distant stare
No one likes us but we don't care
Maybe our kind don't fit round here
Our minds find conflict round here
See we choose to cruise a route that ain't paved with gold
So our shoes don't slip they stick and grip this road
Our tools are ink slicks that we engrave and mould
For an end goal you maybe can't spend or fold
We won't settle for unsought careers
Or forty years of salty tears
Like a battered up mix-tape with a long faded label
When I'm old and decaying I'll be decaying and able
[Hook:]
If the bad times are coming, let 'em come
Let the death drum break the slump
Before the once young braves succumb
The Fickle flicker of desire expires
If the bad times are coming Let 'em come, Let 'em come
[P.O.S:]
Bad times coming
Bash up a castle
I know the zoo keeper
Line em up
Lions on em
I haven't slept yet
Ever, crust
Kickin up dust
Leave em sickin up rust colour
Let it come
Let em run
Let me laugh at it
Smash like it's rampage
Live it up
Grasp at it
No pill for the whirlwind coming
Let it come
Spin with the rush no fun till the times up
Run against the flood
All stroke no float
For the hope for the coast pump blood
Stump fuckers on the daily
Dump lungs
Volume is up
Watch em hush for the lump sum
But not around here
Around here we steer clear
Of holding our tongues to stack funds
When bad times come it's like some old news
New shit
Choose yours
New whip or brick?
Thank you
[Hook:]
If the bad times are coming, let 'em come
Let the death drum break the slump
Before the once young braves succumb
The Fickle flicker of desire expires
If the bad times are coming Let 'em come, Let 'em come
[Sage:]
Quality home life, Living a lie now
Take it to the road certain women would lie down
Haunting images I witnessed in my town
Are floating through the night with a knife and a white gown
Gotta dig a bigger hole
But I can never climb out, just burrow and burrow
Or stand on the high ground while pulling the sky down
Wait for the high tide and try not to drown
You're waiting another day with eyebrows furrowed
Just say what you gotta say... like right now, fucko
Or pipe down bucko, I'm doubting what many say
"Why do you think they call it a burrowing owl anyway?"
Feed the lion despite what the sign says
Act defiant and impolite to my friends
While making side bets in a risky gamble
Save the wild sex for the filthy animals
I switch the channel if the nature turns mechanical
Become detached like your snake mandibles
The slack jawed yokel is practising his cat calls
It's got the lab rats bounding off the padded walls
[Hook:]
If the bad times are coming, let 'em come
Let the death drum break the slump
Before the once young braves succumb
The Fickle flicker of desire expires
If the bad times are coming Let 'em come, Let 'em come
Domestic Silence lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
Let me introduce a recluse with his neck in a noose that went loose a he slipped out
He didn't have a clue what to do with his new lease of life it was a lease he never took out
Ya see
He'd never really had a grip on life
Never had a family, no kids, no wife
No real friends, no social life
His life was a concise silent night
At the factory, in fact he kept himself to himself
His existence was distanced from everyone else
He didn't interact with the pack, never had done
He didn't feel the need to impede on their sanctum
And they didn't impede on his
If they ever needed anything they'd leave a list
After a while in that place he didn't seem to exist
And that didn't seem strange, it just is what it is
Sometimes he'd find a whole week had passed
Since he last took a gasp and words were cast
On his days off he'd wonder if he'd gone deaf
As he drifted in silence, no noise no mess
He used to have the radio playing in his hall
But that stopped when the broadcast stopped being so broad
He didn't like TV so he got rid of it
He liked to read books and sit for the hell of it
So that was his life, didn't seem that bad
But he still chose to take his own life i his hands
Still chose to kick that chair from his feet
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
[Hook:]
Silence can be golden but gold can sometimes suffocate
Like that girl in that James Bond film, too late to respirate
Tragedy can be plain to see with lights and sirens
But sometimes it ain't quite so clear, Domestic Silence
Unspoken, so much goes unspoken
Till you're choking on a fragile glass heart smashed open
With this near miss his eyes would either open
Or sink deeper down into a silence never broken
Forsaken isolation and silence all around you
It'll drag you to the deeper water and it WILL drown you
He returned to work the very next day
Lucks intervention got no mention, nothing new to say
But then out of nowhere everything changed
When a voice said "Hi there, how are you today?"
Six simple words, seven simple syllables
It doesn't always take grand gestures or miracles
When in hell a hiding place can seem grace and free from pain
But umbrellas keep out sunshine as well as rain
He discarded all the fears that his silence had been masking
And said "yeah I'm good. Thanks for asking"
[Hook:]
Silence can be golden but gold can sometimes suffocate
Like that girl in that James Bond film, too late to respirate
Tragedy can be plain to see with lights and sirens
But sometimes it ain't quite so clear, Domestic Silence
He didn't have a clue what to do with his new lease of life it was a lease he never took out
Ya see
He'd never really had a grip on life
Never had a family, no kids, no wife
No real friends, no social life
His life was a concise silent night
At the factory, in fact he kept himself to himself
His existence was distanced from everyone else
He didn't interact with the pack, never had done
He didn't feel the need to impede on their sanctum
And they didn't impede on his
If they ever needed anything they'd leave a list
After a while in that place he didn't seem to exist
And that didn't seem strange, it just is what it is
Sometimes he'd find a whole week had passed
Since he last took a gasp and words were cast
On his days off he'd wonder if he'd gone deaf
As he drifted in silence, no noise no mess
He used to have the radio playing in his hall
But that stopped when the broadcast stopped being so broad
He didn't like TV so he got rid of it
He liked to read books and sit for the hell of it
So that was his life, didn't seem that bad
But he still chose to take his own life i his hands
Still chose to kick that chair from his feet
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
Ctrl Alt Delete, Restart Repeat
[Hook:]
Silence can be golden but gold can sometimes suffocate
Like that girl in that James Bond film, too late to respirate
Tragedy can be plain to see with lights and sirens
But sometimes it ain't quite so clear, Domestic Silence
Unspoken, so much goes unspoken
Till you're choking on a fragile glass heart smashed open
With this near miss his eyes would either open
Or sink deeper down into a silence never broken
Forsaken isolation and silence all around you
It'll drag you to the deeper water and it WILL drown you
He returned to work the very next day
Lucks intervention got no mention, nothing new to say
But then out of nowhere everything changed
When a voice said "Hi there, how are you today?"
Six simple words, seven simple syllables
It doesn't always take grand gestures or miracles
When in hell a hiding place can seem grace and free from pain
But umbrellas keep out sunshine as well as rain
He discarded all the fears that his silence had been masking
And said "yeah I'm good. Thanks for asking"
[Hook:]
Silence can be golden but gold can sometimes suffocate
Like that girl in that James Bond film, too late to respirate
Tragedy can be plain to see with lights and sirens
But sometimes it ain't quite so clear, Domestic Silence
Death Of The Journalist lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
People used to burn pages, show their in and outrages
These days the gage for rage is who gets flamed on comment pages
No claim is too outrageous for these constant news updates
Lines refined to save time, less complicators to sedate us
We ingest five lines or less stories through our sub consciousness
As times go by the Internet will kill the printed press
Where's the scroll bar on these ink drenched pages? I ain't turning this
Don't believe the hype machine, death of the Journalist
[Hook:]
Don't believe the hype machine, death of the Journalist
Good Friday, April 18th, 1930
BBC radio news showed rare maturity
The news reporter said something that these days they wouldn't say
'Good evening, There is no news today'
These days the gage for rage is who gets flamed on comment pages
No claim is too outrageous for these constant news updates
Lines refined to save time, less complicators to sedate us
We ingest five lines or less stories through our sub consciousness
As times go by the Internet will kill the printed press
Where's the scroll bar on these ink drenched pages? I ain't turning this
Don't believe the hype machine, death of the Journalist
[Hook:]
Don't believe the hype machine, death of the Journalist
Good Friday, April 18th, 1930
BBC radio news showed rare maturity
The news reporter said something that these days they wouldn't say
'Good evening, There is no news today'
The Struggle lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
I spend my life on the move, my life on the road
Town to town, city to city, time zone to time zone
Success keeps you busy so I can't complain how life is
But in a life like this you tend to develop some vices
My wife is my life and I'd never cheat on her
But there are one or two things that I do keep from her
I have my addictions, or rather my addictions have me
Sometimes the shadow of my shadow is all I can be
I find myself alone in different hotel rooms
Just me and my thoughts and that milk-stained moon
I'm drawn to walk the streets as my heart rate rises
A heavy coat, a scarf, a hat, all become my disguises.
I've made it known that I suffer from nosebleeds and migraines
To explain the occasional mood swings and blood stains
There's over a thousand people murdered in this world each day
So as I drift from town to town nobody looks my way
It's an addiction, and I ain't proud of it
But the power that you feel there's no clouding it.
The fear before the fact, as they know something's wrong
The vain attempts to scream their muffled swan song
The struggle, the shock in their eyes,
My grip around their throat as all their hope dies
That sudden loss of breath, there is no thrill equal,
My name is Johnny Depp and I kill people.
[HOOK:]
The Fear
The Scream
The Struggle
The Shock
You fuckers never saw it coming, who'da thunk it or thought it?
You'd be ignored like the ramblings of a drunk if you'd report it
My performances are greeted with plaudits and laughter
If you caught me red handed you'd probably think it's stigmata
Success sucks less than standard existence
But when you exceed that standard dreams, what becomes of ambitions?
The average man can dream dreams of a path he's never walked
But when that path's your day to day, your dreams become warped
[HOOK:]
The Fear
The Scream
The Struggle
The Shock
People underestimate the value of dreaming
That which you aspire to provides a roof, a ceiling
In particular the dreams that there's no way of achieving
Like I wanna be Brad Pitt or something equally fleeting
I can't aspire to such things so deeper I must delve
And then the only guide I have to life becomes myself
This was always going to happen, in fact I'd be surprised if I'm the first
This kind of success and power is bound to bring out the worst
With success comes power and great success has been given me
And with great power... comes great fuck-a-bility
I'm a good husband though, I've never cheated on my wife
Despite opportunities I live a monogamous life
My addictions manifest in a darker form
If the heart is a house, I have a blood stained lawn
My public portraits immaculate but there's blood on the easel
My name is Johnny Depp and I kill people
[HOOK:]
The Fear
The Scream
The Struggle
The Shock
Town to town, city to city, time zone to time zone
Success keeps you busy so I can't complain how life is
But in a life like this you tend to develop some vices
My wife is my life and I'd never cheat on her
But there are one or two things that I do keep from her
I have my addictions, or rather my addictions have me
Sometimes the shadow of my shadow is all I can be
I find myself alone in different hotel rooms
Just me and my thoughts and that milk-stained moon
I'm drawn to walk the streets as my heart rate rises
A heavy coat, a scarf, a hat, all become my disguises.
I've made it known that I suffer from nosebleeds and migraines
To explain the occasional mood swings and blood stains
There's over a thousand people murdered in this world each day
So as I drift from town to town nobody looks my way
It's an addiction, and I ain't proud of it
But the power that you feel there's no clouding it.
The fear before the fact, as they know something's wrong
The vain attempts to scream their muffled swan song
The struggle, the shock in their eyes,
My grip around their throat as all their hope dies
That sudden loss of breath, there is no thrill equal,
My name is Johnny Depp and I kill people.
[HOOK:]
The Fear
The Scream
The Struggle
The Shock
You fuckers never saw it coming, who'da thunk it or thought it?
You'd be ignored like the ramblings of a drunk if you'd report it
My performances are greeted with plaudits and laughter
If you caught me red handed you'd probably think it's stigmata
Success sucks less than standard existence
But when you exceed that standard dreams, what becomes of ambitions?
The average man can dream dreams of a path he's never walked
But when that path's your day to day, your dreams become warped
[HOOK:]
The Fear
The Scream
The Struggle
The Shock
People underestimate the value of dreaming
That which you aspire to provides a roof, a ceiling
In particular the dreams that there's no way of achieving
Like I wanna be Brad Pitt or something equally fleeting
I can't aspire to such things so deeper I must delve
And then the only guide I have to life becomes myself
This was always going to happen, in fact I'd be surprised if I'm the first
This kind of success and power is bound to bring out the worst
With success comes power and great success has been given me
And with great power... comes great fuck-a-bility
I'm a good husband though, I've never cheated on my wife
Despite opportunities I live a monogamous life
My addictions manifest in a darker form
If the heart is a house, I have a blood stained lawn
My public portraits immaculate but there's blood on the easel
My name is Johnny Depp and I kill people
[HOOK:]
The Fear
The Scream
The Struggle
The Shock
Broken Promises lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
This is to anyone out there that's listening
From anyone who ever let you down and went missing
Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings
Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men
This is to anyone out there that's listening
From everyone that ever let you down and went missing
Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings
Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men
I'm sorry I wasn't who you thought I was
Fuck it-- I'm sorry I wasn't who I thought I was
I said no matter what, I'd always be there, but that wasn't honest
Because I'm not
And 'cause that ain't how life goes
Broken promise
Growing up, I always thought I was one of the good guys
I thought it was black and white like that
That I could nurture my good side
But I've caused hurt and I've stripped pride
Both on the surface and inside
I wasn't cursed with a dark side, I was just normal
Average, regular, nothing special, I'm telling you
Just being human makes you both God and the Devil's clear replica
I've had my emotions crushed and maybe crushed a few along the way
And at the time, I meant every single word I would say
Every word of love, and every word of hate
Every time I would adore, and every time I'd berate
But time passes, and sometimes those emotions fade
Making liars of both the threats and the promises made
But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time?
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it at the time?
A lie can't be a lie if you mean it at the time
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it?
This is to anyone out there that's listening
This is to
This is to anyone out there that's still breathing
I bought a heartbreak hotel
On my own, with no investors
Closed it down and opened the "Fuck you, get over it" bed and breakfast
In loving memory of having loving memories
Of combustible emotions, and having real enemies
Typically poetically dramatic endings
Were once a trademark of mine
Patents pending
And the mighty height of emotions on parting ways
Was always grander than the connections of the early days
When we were fighting, there used to be thunder and lightning
Ferociously frightening, a clash of the titans
Emotions heightened, every single muscle tightened
An addiction to the thrill of the fight, the excitement
Love at first sight always seemed unconsidered
I'd rather love at first fight, and then onto double figures
An unconditional love? Well, that just means nothing
In love with the mere idea of loving something
Always just hunting for that near-life experience
In fear of missing something vital from your own existence
All your emotions subconsciously thought out and scripted
Less about how you're feeling
More about how you fucking depict it
But all that stops when one day you just decide to stop playing along
That point in time when the most amazing things in the world can just as easily seem
Pedestrian
You've lost both that loving and that loathing feeling
Turns out, hell does have a bottom
And heaven, a ceiling
Both love and hate become opaque in time's wake
A face that once summons rage now summons nothing
Whether it's emotions tethered, nerve endings severed
Or just the outlook you acquire when you're a little more weathered
Remaining conscious of this all, and in a way, feeling above it
Still feels like bad riddance to good rubbish
But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time?
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it?
From anyone who ever let you down and went missing
Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings
Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men
This is to anyone out there that's listening
From everyone that ever let you down and went missing
Lovers, parents, best friends, and siblings
Sometimes life conspires to make liars of good men
I'm sorry I wasn't who you thought I was
Fuck it-- I'm sorry I wasn't who I thought I was
I said no matter what, I'd always be there, but that wasn't honest
Because I'm not
And 'cause that ain't how life goes
Broken promise
Growing up, I always thought I was one of the good guys
I thought it was black and white like that
That I could nurture my good side
But I've caused hurt and I've stripped pride
Both on the surface and inside
I wasn't cursed with a dark side, I was just normal
Average, regular, nothing special, I'm telling you
Just being human makes you both God and the Devil's clear replica
I've had my emotions crushed and maybe crushed a few along the way
And at the time, I meant every single word I would say
Every word of love, and every word of hate
Every time I would adore, and every time I'd berate
But time passes, and sometimes those emotions fade
Making liars of both the threats and the promises made
But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time?
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it at the time?
A lie can't be a lie if you mean it at the time
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it?
This is to anyone out there that's listening
This is to
This is to anyone out there that's still breathing
I bought a heartbreak hotel
On my own, with no investors
Closed it down and opened the "Fuck you, get over it" bed and breakfast
In loving memory of having loving memories
Of combustible emotions, and having real enemies
Typically poetically dramatic endings
Were once a trademark of mine
Patents pending
And the mighty height of emotions on parting ways
Was always grander than the connections of the early days
When we were fighting, there used to be thunder and lightning
Ferociously frightening, a clash of the titans
Emotions heightened, every single muscle tightened
An addiction to the thrill of the fight, the excitement
Love at first sight always seemed unconsidered
I'd rather love at first fight, and then onto double figures
An unconditional love? Well, that just means nothing
In love with the mere idea of loving something
Always just hunting for that near-life experience
In fear of missing something vital from your own existence
All your emotions subconsciously thought out and scripted
Less about how you're feeling
More about how you fucking depict it
But all that stops when one day you just decide to stop playing along
That point in time when the most amazing things in the world can just as easily seem
Pedestrian
You've lost both that loving and that loathing feeling
Turns out, hell does have a bottom
And heaven, a ceiling
Both love and hate become opaque in time's wake
A face that once summons rage now summons nothing
Whether it's emotions tethered, nerve endings severed
Or just the outlook you acquire when you're a little more weathered
Remaining conscious of this all, and in a way, feeling above it
Still feels like bad riddance to good rubbish
But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time?
How can a lie be a lie if you mean it?
Sick Tonight lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
I feel sick tonight,
Something in my stomach ain't sitting right,
But I've got to overcome it, keep spitting tight,
I've 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, then rent a limb,
Choose to not 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 your 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)
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 define 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.
I feel sick tonight.
Something in my stomach ain't sitting right,
But I've got to overcome it, keep spitting tight,
I've 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, then rent a limb,
Choose to not 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 your 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)
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 define 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.
I feel sick tonight.
5 Minutes lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
Each night she lays quivering, shivering here,
Asking why she keeps forgiving him, hidden in fear.
At work she has a glistening, driven career,
But at home, with one swing of the fist, it disappears [X2]
She dreams of different ways to break from under his noose.
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 a gun, praying she wasn't pursued,
But when the door swung a route, he found her to shoot.
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,
And 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;
But for the good times, I wish you five minutes
In heaven before the devil knows you're dead. [X2]
Each night she lays quivering, shivering there.
I wonder how we came to live in unforgiving despair.
I find myself given the delivering stares,
As the smell of Glenfiddich starts sieving the air. [X2]
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 first of all these heavy hands which surmised her demise.
There was a time when we never thought the honeymoon would end;
She was my wife, my lover, confident 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 against the game.
For the bad times, I cannot be acquitted or
Let off as the bullet enters my head.
But for the good times, I wish for 5 minutes in
Heaven before the devil knows I'm dead. [X2]
Before the devil knows I'm dead.
Cauliflower lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
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
I fell in love with a girl 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
I fell in love with a girl from the city
Great Britain lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
I'm from a little place called 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 called 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,
Press with a passion to exaggerate,
Increasingly clueless heads of state.
You see, knife crime, knife crime ain't about knifes,
It's about young Britain and their ways of lives,
You don't solve knife crime by taking knifes to hand,
You solve it by instilling new hopes and plans,
It's got positives though, I swear its true,
North, South, East, West to the midlands too.
God damn 'versity, that shines right through.
Who's makes the best music in the world? We do.
I'm from a little place called 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 called 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 government 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 admitted into NHS hospitals
With knife wounds saw a rise of one hundred and twenty percent.
So in my eyes, 2008/2009's stability, just marks our cards as desensitised.
But statistics can be twisted, and our contexts aren't realistic,
And while this might seem over simplistic, we need to fight this and resist it.
I'm from a little place called 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 called 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 called (Great Britain),
But I dunno if I love or (hate Britain),
These words upon my (page written),
Are the things that make and make and
See, I'm from a little place called (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.
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 called 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,
Press with a passion to exaggerate,
Increasingly clueless heads of state.
You see, knife crime, knife crime ain't about knifes,
It's about young Britain and their ways of lives,
You don't solve knife crime by taking knifes to hand,
You solve it by instilling new hopes and plans,
It's got positives though, I swear its true,
North, South, East, West to the midlands too.
God damn 'versity, that shines right through.
Who's makes the best music in the world? We do.
I'm from a little place called 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 called 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 government 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 admitted into NHS hospitals
With knife wounds saw a rise of one hundred and twenty percent.
So in my eyes, 2008/2009's stability, just marks our cards as desensitised.
But statistics can be twisted, and our contexts aren't realistic,
And while this might seem over simplistic, we need to fight this and resist it.
I'm from a little place called 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 called 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 called (Great Britain),
But I dunno if I love or (hate Britain),
These words upon my (page written),
Are the things that make and make and
See, I'm from a little place called (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.
Get Better lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
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,
[Chorus]
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,
[Chorus]
Inert Explosions lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
When I spit, intensity intensifies,
My thoughts contort inside,
The thought behind my eyes are bought in simple rhymes
The rest are galvanised, ingested and applied,
The waste then ostracised, potential realised.
Not a potential to speak as speaking works,
But a potential of those very words then by the listener heard,
These words, that in my head, once meant nothing at all
Now flow with the full force of a waterfall
And that's enough force to break the death star,
Then I gotta pause, and take a breath.
That's better now, let's put some words together,
Put that letter with this letter till we get a better set of words,
A sentence, or maybe even a verse,
That we can write and rehearse, and then recite till it hurts,
Pack it tight till it bursts, if it feels right then it works,
A need to try this in verse, leaving the riot inert.
(Frozen) Frozen in a different time
(Chosen) Chosen as a vessel for this stringent rhyme
(Supposing) Supposing we all have these things inside
(Explosion) An explosion's all you need to make this rhyme benign
[Chorus:]
As I lay rhymes on this beat my
Pen-shaped sword cuts deep this sheet and
If it cuts too deep to take I
Pray the Lord my pen won't break. [x2]
This internal spontaneous combustion engine,
This evil grandiose, eruption pending,
Inside all of us, comatose and hibernating,
Until you overthrow the demon at the gate that's waiting,
And when you do, it all just flows through,
The roads have no queues, no one can slow you,
It's bright, there's no hue, the sights are in view,
It's tight and it's true, each line feels so new.
You sit down and write, write, write right now
On your laptop type, type, type now
Everything feels right, right, right now
And you won't stop and you don't stop [x2]
[Spoken:]
How're you gonna get lost inside a place that you know better than
Any other person in the world, it ain't clever man?
And what was it that made you get stuck in this riddle?
Before you answer, sip the question a little.
[Chorus:]
As I lay rhymes on this beat my
Pen-shaped sword cuts deep this sheet and
If it cuts too deep to take I
Pray the Lord my pen won't break. [x4]
My thoughts contort inside,
The thought behind my eyes are bought in simple rhymes
The rest are galvanised, ingested and applied,
The waste then ostracised, potential realised.
Not a potential to speak as speaking works,
But a potential of those very words then by the listener heard,
These words, that in my head, once meant nothing at all
Now flow with the full force of a waterfall
And that's enough force to break the death star,
Then I gotta pause, and take a breath.
That's better now, let's put some words together,
Put that letter with this letter till we get a better set of words,
A sentence, or maybe even a verse,
That we can write and rehearse, and then recite till it hurts,
Pack it tight till it bursts, if it feels right then it works,
A need to try this in verse, leaving the riot inert.
(Frozen) Frozen in a different time
(Chosen) Chosen as a vessel for this stringent rhyme
(Supposing) Supposing we all have these things inside
(Explosion) An explosion's all you need to make this rhyme benign
[Chorus:]
As I lay rhymes on this beat my
Pen-shaped sword cuts deep this sheet and
If it cuts too deep to take I
Pray the Lord my pen won't break. [x2]
This internal spontaneous combustion engine,
This evil grandiose, eruption pending,
Inside all of us, comatose and hibernating,
Until you overthrow the demon at the gate that's waiting,
And when you do, it all just flows through,
The roads have no queues, no one can slow you,
It's bright, there's no hue, the sights are in view,
It's tight and it's true, each line feels so new.
You sit down and write, write, write right now
On your laptop type, type, type now
Everything feels right, right, right now
And you won't stop and you don't stop [x2]
[Spoken:]
How're you gonna get lost inside a place that you know better than
Any other person in the world, it ain't clever man?
And what was it that made you get stuck in this riddle?
Before you answer, sip the question a little.
[Chorus:]
As I lay rhymes on this beat my
Pen-shaped sword cuts deep this sheet and
If it cuts too deep to take I
Pray the Lord my pen won't break. [x4]
Stake A Claim lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
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 rise up
I will not move, I will not change
I will not bend or play their games
I will stand tall with a full frame
I will take pride I will stake a 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 moaning
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…
[X4]
I will stake a claim
I will stake a claim
I will stake a claim
I will stake a claim
I will not move, I will not change…
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 rise up
I will not move, I will not change
I will not bend or play their games
I will stand tall with a full frame
I will take pride I will stake a 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 moaning
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…
[X4]
I will stake a claim
I will stake a claim
I will stake a claim
I will stake a claim
I will not move, I will not change…
The Beat lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
We're bringing you the beat, yo
It's coming through the back door,
You feel it when the beat goes (Boom Boom)
You feel it when the beat goes [x2]
This one ain't about the words, the words, the words, the words
It's all about the beat, the beat, the beat, the beat
This ain't about your brain, your brain, your brain, your brain,
It's all about your feet, your feet, your feet, your feet.
Miss 'Too cool to move your feet' - (I see you)
Mr 'Dancing as you walk down the street' - (I see you)
Mr 'Tapping your feet at the bar' - (I see you)
Little Miss 'Sing in your car' - (I see you)
Mr 'Cautionary little cynic' - (I see you)
Mr 'Big man in their critic' - (I see you)
Mr 'Loving every beat per minute' - (I see you)
I see, I see, I see, I see all of you.
Mr 'Real music has guitars' - (I see you)
Miss 'Posing online line in your bras' - (I see you)
Mr 'I can't understand what he's saying' - (I see you)
Mr "Inappropriate for daytime playing - (I see you)
Miss 'Covered in emotional scars' - (I see you)
Mr 'Gazing in the gutter at stars' - (I see you)
Mr 'What kinda genre is this?' - (I see you)
I see, I see, I see, I see through you
It's coming through the back door,
You feel it when the beat goes (Boom Boom)
You feel it when the beat goes [x2]
This one ain't about the words, the words, the words, the words
It's all about the beat, the beat, the beat, the beat
This ain't about your brain, your brain, your brain, your brain,
It's all about your feet, your feet, your feet, your feet.
Miss 'Too cool to move your feet' - (I see you)
Mr 'Dancing as you walk down the street' - (I see you)
Mr 'Tapping your feet at the bar' - (I see you)
Little Miss 'Sing in your car' - (I see you)
Mr 'Cautionary little cynic' - (I see you)
Mr 'Big man in their critic' - (I see you)
Mr 'Loving every beat per minute' - (I see you)
I see, I see, I see, I see all of you.
Mr 'Real music has guitars' - (I see you)
Miss 'Posing online line in your bras' - (I see you)
Mr 'I can't understand what he's saying' - (I see you)
Mr "Inappropriate for daytime playing - (I see you)
Miss 'Covered in emotional scars' - (I see you)
Mr 'Gazing in the gutter at stars' - (I see you)
Mr 'What kinda genre is this?' - (I see you)
I see, I see, I see, I see through you
Last Train Home lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
I'm close I'm close I'm there
With ten seconds to spare
And now I'm checking for chairs below the threatening stares
I've got my ticket, my fare and now the stick in the air
On the last train home yo I don't wanna be there
I just pretend I'm on my phone son, tall dark and lonesome
Ball park explosion, all night it goes on
This journey is no fun
Keep myself to myself to finish this home run
I'ts the same every time which plays on my mind
I pray time will find escape from this grind
My mate seems inclined to make this a sign
Maybe I should have stayed home tonight
There ain't no luck in sight
You mothers ruck and fight
You think you hear disdain in my voice your mother fucking right
Carriage by carriage the spareging savages
If the passenger manages the maximum damage is
On the last train home and I don't wanna be here
They're either stinking of weed or they're stinking of beer
They're being loud and obscene or they're sitting in tears
No no this ain't me scene yo I don't wanna be here
Last train home and I don't wanna be here
They're either stinking of weed or they're stinking of beer
They're being loud and obscene or they're sitting in tears
No no this ain't me scene yo I don't wanna be here
See the city boys in power suits
They try to impose their roles upon the groups
They're drunk and listen to fuel for fear
At times like this I wish I didn't have this beard
See the last train is more stressfull than flying
Which ain't to relaxing for me I ain't lying
Since 9/11 this beard ain't travelled well
Act calm in customs or you'll end up in a holding cell
So mr pip whats your reason for traveling?
Business?
Come this way please
When they went to war with jihad I said no no no
My passport and my visa I did show show show
Maybe I'm a miserable guy but everywhere I look I see things I despise
Nah I swear I ain't a miserable guy its just that everywhere I look I see glazed over eyes
And the girls maan, they're worse than the boys
Ten times as rowdy, ten times the noise
What might've looked good under neon lighting
On the last train home looks straight up frightening
Cos the things that glitter ain't platinum
It's just the smoke and mirrors distracting em
They might be fine on their own but with a pack of em
They terrorise from tillbury to dagenham
So I just sit there in silence
The only way to avoid all the violence
Writing rhymes in my mind inspired by them
It's either that or stand up and fight them
Speak instead of hollah
Lead instead of follah
I plead and I implore ya
To leave this drunken squallah
The choice is there before ya
So grab it by the collar
Ah fuck it this is my stop......
Last train home and I don't wanna be here
They're either stinking of weed or they're stinking of beer
They're being loud and obscene or they're sitting in tears
No no this ain't me scene yo I don't wanna be here
Last train home and I don't wanna be here
They're either stinking of weed or they're stinking of beer
They're being loud and obscene or they're sitting in tears
No no this ain't me scene yo I don't wanna be here
Last train home and I don't wanna be here
Last train home and I don't wanna be here
Last train home and I don't wanna be here
No no this ain't me scene yo I don't wanna be here
Last train home and I don't wanna be here
Last train home and I don't wanna be here
Last train home and I don't wanna be here
No no this ain't me scene yo I don't wanna be here
With ten seconds to spare
And now I'm checking for chairs below the threatening stares
I've got my ticket, my fare and now the stick in the air
On the last train home yo I don't wanna be there
I just pretend I'm on my phone son, tall dark and lonesome
Ball park explosion, all night it goes on
This journey is no fun
Keep myself to myself to finish this home run
I'ts the same every time which plays on my mind
I pray time will find escape from this grind
My mate seems inclined to make this a sign
Maybe I should have stayed home tonight
There ain't no luck in sight
You mothers ruck and fight
You think you hear disdain in my voice your mother fucking right
Carriage by carriage the spareging savages
If the passenger manages the maximum damage is
On the last train home and I don't wanna be here
They're either stinking of weed or they're stinking of beer
They're being loud and obscene or they're sitting in tears
No no this ain't me scene yo I don't wanna be here
Last train home and I don't wanna be here
They're either stinking of weed or they're stinking of beer
They're being loud and obscene or they're sitting in tears
No no this ain't me scene yo I don't wanna be here
See the city boys in power suits
They try to impose their roles upon the groups
They're drunk and listen to fuel for fear
At times like this I wish I didn't have this beard
See the last train is more stressfull than flying
Which ain't to relaxing for me I ain't lying
Since 9/11 this beard ain't travelled well
Act calm in customs or you'll end up in a holding cell
So mr pip whats your reason for traveling?
Business?
Come this way please
When they went to war with jihad I said no no no
My passport and my visa I did show show show
Maybe I'm a miserable guy but everywhere I look I see things I despise
Nah I swear I ain't a miserable guy its just that everywhere I look I see glazed over eyes
And the girls maan, they're worse than the boys
Ten times as rowdy, ten times the noise
What might've looked good under neon lighting
On the last train home looks straight up frightening
Cos the things that glitter ain't platinum
It's just the smoke and mirrors distracting em
They might be fine on their own but with a pack of em
They terrorise from tillbury to dagenham
So I just sit there in silence
The only way to avoid all the violence
Writing rhymes in my mind inspired by them
It's either that or stand up and fight them
Speak instead of hollah
Lead instead of follah
I plead and I implore ya
To leave this drunken squallah
The choice is there before ya
So grab it by the collar
Ah fuck it this is my stop......
Last train home and I don't wanna be here
They're either stinking of weed or they're stinking of beer
They're being loud and obscene or they're sitting in tears
No no this ain't me scene yo I don't wanna be here
Last train home and I don't wanna be here
They're either stinking of weed or they're stinking of beer
They're being loud and obscene or they're sitting in tears
No no this ain't me scene yo I don't wanna be here
Last train home and I don't wanna be here
Last train home and I don't wanna be here
Last train home and I don't wanna be here
No no this ain't me scene yo I don't wanna be here
Last train home and I don't wanna be here
Last train home and I don't wanna be here
Last train home and I don't wanna be here
No no this ain't me scene yo I don't wanna be here
Snob lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
Little Sammy was a kid on a council estate
His dad listened to the skids, the slits and the slates
So Sammy listened too, he loved the passion in it
He loved the feeling in his spine with every snare hit
One day his dad bought the Sunday rag
Came with a CD of Mozart and a TV mag
The TV was broke so he put the CD on and listened
And his eyes lit up and his smile, it glistened
He had never known that music could have so many layers
Different emotions placed upon different parts and players
Each week he waited for the next free CD
To put on his headphones and get lost completely
So he saved all his money, one goal in mind
To go down to a performance and see this live
It took eight long months to raise these funds
But the excitement was immense when that day did come
With his pockets full of coins he got the bus to the city
He watched the view become less shitty and gritty
Even though he was alone in this big dark place
Nothing could remove the smile from his face
When he arrived, everyone was in suits
Sammy stood there in tatty jeans and boots
He slammed his coins on the counter "one ticket please"
But the guy turned up his nose like he was gonna sneeze
He looked away and served the next couple suited and booted
But Sammy stood his ground and asked again less muted
They laughed and someone sneered "Get out of here pikey
Appreciation on your level seems less than likely"
Tears built up in little Sammy's eyes
It seemed his place in society he could not hide
His head dropped for a minute but then his head was held
He looked them in the eyes as he screamed and yelled
He said…
Stop being a snob with ya music
It's made to be heard man, anyone can use it
Ya get so damn precious sometimes
It's just rhythms and rhymes and melodies in time
There was this other kid, she lived on the outskirts of Leicester
Her friends called her Frankie, her parents Francesca
I gotta admit she was kind of ignorant
But the kind you expect of wealth and affluence
No offence! She just lived in a different world
With different priorities, a real status girl
Her musical taste were an NME playlist
And anything recommended by the rich and famous
Now one day she was buying tunes online
She'd just got into Beck five years out of time
When she went to download Midnight Vultures
She got confused and grabbed Midnight Marauders
The only hip hop she knew was when that boy Kanye
Got featured in her mag doing a track with Coldplay
But as she reached to turn it off Q-Tip started to speak
And in that split second somehow he connected deep
She sat up, 'til god knows what time
Hunting for more beats, breaks and rhymes
She could barely believe that music so far from her role
Could resonate and connect to the root of her soul
She woke late the next day and hit the record store
She'd found a lot of dope tracks but she wanted more
She walked in and went straight to the guy at the desk
She said, "I'm loving De La Soul and a Tribe Called Quest
I've heard good things about Rakim and KRS
So I'm looking for advice on what's the best of the best"
The guys looked at each other, raised an eyebrow and smiled
And they looked back at her like a little lost child
Then they laughed "little posh girl getting her ghetto on?
Go back to daddy little girl this ain't where you belong"
She felt demoralized and stupid and all alone
And then she screamed in their faces with a visceral tone
She said…
Stop being a snob with ya music
It's made to be heard man, anyone can use it
Ya get so damn precious sometimes
It's just rhythms and rhymes and melodies in time
His dad listened to the skids, the slits and the slates
So Sammy listened too, he loved the passion in it
He loved the feeling in his spine with every snare hit
One day his dad bought the Sunday rag
Came with a CD of Mozart and a TV mag
The TV was broke so he put the CD on and listened
And his eyes lit up and his smile, it glistened
He had never known that music could have so many layers
Different emotions placed upon different parts and players
Each week he waited for the next free CD
To put on his headphones and get lost completely
So he saved all his money, one goal in mind
To go down to a performance and see this live
It took eight long months to raise these funds
But the excitement was immense when that day did come
With his pockets full of coins he got the bus to the city
He watched the view become less shitty and gritty
Even though he was alone in this big dark place
Nothing could remove the smile from his face
When he arrived, everyone was in suits
Sammy stood there in tatty jeans and boots
He slammed his coins on the counter "one ticket please"
But the guy turned up his nose like he was gonna sneeze
He looked away and served the next couple suited and booted
But Sammy stood his ground and asked again less muted
They laughed and someone sneered "Get out of here pikey
Appreciation on your level seems less than likely"
Tears built up in little Sammy's eyes
It seemed his place in society he could not hide
His head dropped for a minute but then his head was held
He looked them in the eyes as he screamed and yelled
He said…
Stop being a snob with ya music
It's made to be heard man, anyone can use it
Ya get so damn precious sometimes
It's just rhythms and rhymes and melodies in time
There was this other kid, she lived on the outskirts of Leicester
Her friends called her Frankie, her parents Francesca
I gotta admit she was kind of ignorant
But the kind you expect of wealth and affluence
No offence! She just lived in a different world
With different priorities, a real status girl
Her musical taste were an NME playlist
And anything recommended by the rich and famous
Now one day she was buying tunes online
She'd just got into Beck five years out of time
When she went to download Midnight Vultures
She got confused and grabbed Midnight Marauders
The only hip hop she knew was when that boy Kanye
Got featured in her mag doing a track with Coldplay
But as she reached to turn it off Q-Tip started to speak
And in that split second somehow he connected deep
She sat up, 'til god knows what time
Hunting for more beats, breaks and rhymes
She could barely believe that music so far from her role
Could resonate and connect to the root of her soul
She woke late the next day and hit the record store
She'd found a lot of dope tracks but she wanted more
She walked in and went straight to the guy at the desk
She said, "I'm loving De La Soul and a Tribe Called Quest
I've heard good things about Rakim and KRS
So I'm looking for advice on what's the best of the best"
The guys looked at each other, raised an eyebrow and smiled
And they looked back at her like a little lost child
Then they laughed "little posh girl getting her ghetto on?
Go back to daddy little girl this ain't where you belong"
She felt demoralized and stupid and all alone
And then she screamed in their faces with a visceral tone
She said…
Stop being a snob with ya music
It's made to be heard man, anyone can use it
Ya get so damn precious sometimes
It's just rhythms and rhymes and melodies in time
Cowboi lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
Cowboi get back on your horse
Home boy get back on your horse,
Rude boy get back on your horse,
And find your way before your horse gets lost.
This story's is dedicated to its main protagonist,
And it illustrates how the human brain, it manages
To pull through, the toughest of terrains and challenges,
Even when it seems we maybe can't sustain the damages,
Helen lived in London,
She was an office clerk,
Her job required her to focus and to stay alert,
She was walking home one dark evening late from work,
The wind was strong and it caused that kind of rain that hurts,
Now out of nowhere a figure did grab at Helen,
His hand covered her mouth so she was gagged from yellin',
Into an alleyway she was then dragged, no tellin
What more in store for her this evening had this felon,
Now pause the story there and put yourself in that road,
Plucked from your life minutes from your warm abode,
In that situation most people would freeze up and implode,
But Hellen somehow managed to remain composed.
Cowboi get back on your horse
Home boy get back on your horse,
Rude boy get back on your horse,
And find your way before your horse gets lost
She said "look it's clear that my fate here is sealed,
You're twice my size so it's either give in or be killed,
But this cold cold rain just adds to the trauma,
Lets go to my house, its just round the corner",
He contemplated, he smiled a sick smile and then agreed,
And to her doorway she did then lead,
Her hands shaking, as she fumbles for her keys,
But what would come next, he just didn't see,
You see on the other side of her front door he saw,
Her husband standing at 6'4",
Our villain turned and ran, as the husband gave chase,
And soon enough that sick smile was removed from his face,
See that is London, and that is Britain,
We might get scratched and we might get bitten,
But even when our heart and resolve is depleted,
We won't lay down, no we won't be defeated,
(Kid Carpet)
Cowboi get back on your horse
Home boy get back on your horse,
Rude boy get back on your horse,
And find your way before your horse gets lost
[X2]
Home boy get back on your horse,
Rude boy get back on your horse,
And find your way before your horse gets lost.
This story's is dedicated to its main protagonist,
And it illustrates how the human brain, it manages
To pull through, the toughest of terrains and challenges,
Even when it seems we maybe can't sustain the damages,
Helen lived in London,
She was an office clerk,
Her job required her to focus and to stay alert,
She was walking home one dark evening late from work,
The wind was strong and it caused that kind of rain that hurts,
Now out of nowhere a figure did grab at Helen,
His hand covered her mouth so she was gagged from yellin',
Into an alleyway she was then dragged, no tellin
What more in store for her this evening had this felon,
Now pause the story there and put yourself in that road,
Plucked from your life minutes from your warm abode,
In that situation most people would freeze up and implode,
But Hellen somehow managed to remain composed.
Cowboi get back on your horse
Home boy get back on your horse,
Rude boy get back on your horse,
And find your way before your horse gets lost
She said "look it's clear that my fate here is sealed,
You're twice my size so it's either give in or be killed,
But this cold cold rain just adds to the trauma,
Lets go to my house, its just round the corner",
He contemplated, he smiled a sick smile and then agreed,
And to her doorway she did then lead,
Her hands shaking, as she fumbles for her keys,
But what would come next, he just didn't see,
You see on the other side of her front door he saw,
Her husband standing at 6'4",
Our villain turned and ran, as the husband gave chase,
And soon enough that sick smile was removed from his face,
See that is London, and that is Britain,
We might get scratched and we might get bitten,
But even when our heart and resolve is depleted,
We won't lay down, no we won't be defeated,
(Kid Carpet)
Cowboi get back on your horse
Home boy get back on your horse,
Rude boy get back on your horse,
And find your way before your horse gets lost
[X2]
The Beat That My Heart Skipped lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
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 defense
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 skepticism
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
As of the kids shunning convention with clinical disregard
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 defense
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 skepticism
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
As of the kids shunning convention with clinical disregard
Development lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
"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
I'm much taller
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
I'm much taller
Look For The Woman lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
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 have to part
I 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
Don't like you enough to stay
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 have to part
I 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
Don't like you enough to stay
Rapper's Battle lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
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
Like Sean Penn could win 10 Oscars but he'll still be Spicoli
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
Like Sean Penn could win 10 Oscars but he'll still be Spicoli
Tommy C lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
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,
and that even on the hottest of nights her skin was colder. [x4]
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,
and that even on the hottest of nights her skin was colder. [x4]
Fixed lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
Hip hop is art
Don't make another pop hit, be smart
Take it back to the start
Like KRS and Rakim use passion and heart
Don't get me wrong, I ain't dissing Dizzee Rascal
I'm just using his beat as a single example
It was the first big hit of its kind in the pop charts
Spawned a lot of shit with profit in mind, not heart
Channel U's full of "UK sound and ringtone",
Think they should all have "p45s to bring home".
Prancing about like they're the next big thing,
'cos their cousin's got an 8 track and their mate Daryll can sing
These kids getting above their station and sayin',
They're a vessel through which a higher power's conveyin':
"My lyrical content is a miracle, God sent"
My name is Scroobius Pip, I say fuck all that nonsense!
Their lyrical prognosis is like spiritual osmosis
In that everything they say evaporates into boasts - it's a joke!
I've listened and I can't even find one quote
Worth using as a reference or even as a footnote
Most of these kids could get their guns out and kill me,
But how many got the skill to inspire and thrill me?
I've got a holster, I keep biscuits in it,
It wears into your brain leaving big fat blisters in it.
Who'm I better than? I'm better than I used to be,
I'ma keep on getting better so you better just get used to me
You think that's a cop out? Then hear my point truthfully
'cos chances are, this is how you should be
If your only goal's to be as good as Scroobius Pip
Then as soon as you achieve that your standards have slipped
If your goal is always to improve on yourself
Then the quest is never over no matter how big your wealth.
Hip hop is art
Don't make another pop hit, be smart
Take it back to the start
Like KRS and Rakim use passion and heart
Don't make another pop hit, be smart
Take it back to the start
Like KRS and Rakim use passion and heart
Don't get me wrong, I ain't dissing Dizzee Rascal
I'm just using his beat as a single example
It was the first big hit of its kind in the pop charts
Spawned a lot of shit with profit in mind, not heart
Channel U's full of "UK sound and ringtone",
Think they should all have "p45s to bring home".
Prancing about like they're the next big thing,
'cos their cousin's got an 8 track and their mate Daryll can sing
These kids getting above their station and sayin',
They're a vessel through which a higher power's conveyin':
"My lyrical content is a miracle, God sent"
My name is Scroobius Pip, I say fuck all that nonsense!
Their lyrical prognosis is like spiritual osmosis
In that everything they say evaporates into boasts - it's a joke!
I've listened and I can't even find one quote
Worth using as a reference or even as a footnote
Most of these kids could get their guns out and kill me,
But how many got the skill to inspire and thrill me?
I've got a holster, I keep biscuits in it,
It wears into your brain leaving big fat blisters in it.
Who'm I better than? I'm better than I used to be,
I'ma keep on getting better so you better just get used to me
You think that's a cop out? Then hear my point truthfully
'cos chances are, this is how you should be
If your only goal's to be as good as Scroobius Pip
Then as soon as you achieve that your standards have slipped
If your goal is always to improve on yourself
Then the quest is never over no matter how big your wealth.
Hip hop is art
Don't make another pop hit, be smart
Take it back to the start
Like KRS and Rakim use passion and heart
Angles lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
Things in life ain’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, on any one given scene.
[MARK:]
My name is mark & I go to Uni & college
Don’t socialise that much I just revise & build knowledge.
At times I find that I become a virtual recluse
I let my belt of interaction hang decisively loose
But I came here to learn and that’s the life that I choose
So if people think that I’m a geek they can bring their abuse
See a lot of people think that I’m boring and say
That maybe I’m a weirdo or maybe I’m gay
But I don’t care coz when I get a good job & good pay
I’ll get a house for just my brother and me some day
And that’s the reason I’m here, just to build for the future
And if it means better grades yeah I’d even sleep with my tutor
Things in life ain’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, on any one given scene.
[PAUL:]
My name is Paul & I’ve been a guard for 6 months
The shop that I guard is better than most dumps
That’s why I like it here & my boss he’s a pro
He’s taught me tricks of the trade that other guards wouldn’t know
I’ve learnt that in this game, there’s some rules, you gotta bend
And not to forget these thieving pricks ain’t your friend
And that appearance is key coz there’s a message to send
And above all of that it’s your fellow guards you defend.
The other day my boss was stabbed by some lowlife psycho
He’s in hospital now so every night that’s where I go
He’s on the brink right now but he’s showing no fear though
Coz if he dies there in bed he knows he’s dying a hero.
Things in life ain’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, on any one given scene.
[KEITH:]
My name is Keith and I ain’t so much a racist
But if one reached out a hand I’d decline their embraces
I work security in a shop in charge of 5 other guards
And I’ve got all of their respect coz I run this shit hard
I nicked one thief today; he didn’t show enough respect & attention
So I grabbed him by the neck, see that’s my form of redemption
I do no real harm; just make sure that it hurts
It ain’t going by the book but believe me it works
Then I sent him on his way, that little shit knows the score now
Instil a little bit of fear. He won’t darken my door now
And that’s what I do. Stop these kids from decline.
Do what their parents wouldn’t do, put down some boundaries & lines.
Things in life ain’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, on any one given scene.
[BILLY:]
My name is Billy & I’ve been beaten since I was 3
Mum died when I was born and dad takes it out on me
He ain’t a bad man. He just gets drunk & feels alone
I tend to go for a walk, hope he’s asleep when I get home.
I don’t like to talk about it much coz like I said it ain’t his fault
It only happens when he’s drunk as a last resort
I wanted to get him a gift to show my support
But I had no money so I stole & I guess I got caught.
At times like that I kinda switch of my mind
Stare blankly into space and let what happens unwind
That seemed to anger this guard, he put his hands round my neck
He said it's time for me to learn some manners & respect
It hurt, but I’ve had worse before
But it made me realise life was 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 ain’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, on any one given scene.
[MARK:]
My name is Mark and today I was told my brother was dead
I returned from Uni and burst into tears on his bed
Under his pillow, I found his suicide note & I read
What had happened that day & what had fucked up his head.
The anger I felt right then there no words to express
I filled up with so much rage there was no way to digest
I grabbed a knife & walked to town, it was time to regress
Back to an eye for and eye, last breath for last breath
I went straight up to the counter & said I’d like to speak
To the guard that nicked my brother on Tuesday of this week
As the girl went through a door & disappeared out of sight
I put my hand in my pocket and I gripped the knife tight
This was it, as she pointed me out to the guard
My hand began to shake as held the knife so hard
Then as he approached me there was nothing to say
I stabbed that fucker eight times before they could take me away.
Things in life ain’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, on any one given scene.
So bear that in mind next time you try to intervene on any one given angle, on any one given scene.
[MARK:]
My name is mark & I go to Uni & college
Don’t socialise that much I just revise & build knowledge.
At times I find that I become a virtual recluse
I let my belt of interaction hang decisively loose
But I came here to learn and that’s the life that I choose
So if people think that I’m a geek they can bring their abuse
See a lot of people think that I’m boring and say
That maybe I’m a weirdo or maybe I’m gay
But I don’t care coz when I get a good job & good pay
I’ll get a house for just my brother and me some day
And that’s the reason I’m here, just to build for the future
And if it means better grades yeah I’d even sleep with my tutor
Things in life ain’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, on any one given scene.
[PAUL:]
My name is Paul & I’ve been a guard for 6 months
The shop that I guard is better than most dumps
That’s why I like it here & my boss he’s a pro
He’s taught me tricks of the trade that other guards wouldn’t know
I’ve learnt that in this game, there’s some rules, you gotta bend
And not to forget these thieving pricks ain’t your friend
And that appearance is key coz there’s a message to send
And above all of that it’s your fellow guards you defend.
The other day my boss was stabbed by some lowlife psycho
He’s in hospital now so every night that’s where I go
He’s on the brink right now but he’s showing no fear though
Coz if he dies there in bed he knows he’s dying a hero.
Things in life ain’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, on any one given scene.
[KEITH:]
My name is Keith and I ain’t so much a racist
But if one reached out a hand I’d decline their embraces
I work security in a shop in charge of 5 other guards
And I’ve got all of their respect coz I run this shit hard
I nicked one thief today; he didn’t show enough respect & attention
So I grabbed him by the neck, see that’s my form of redemption
I do no real harm; just make sure that it hurts
It ain’t going by the book but believe me it works
Then I sent him on his way, that little shit knows the score now
Instil a little bit of fear. He won’t darken my door now
And that’s what I do. Stop these kids from decline.
Do what their parents wouldn’t do, put down some boundaries & lines.
Things in life ain’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, on any one given scene.
[BILLY:]
My name is Billy & I’ve been beaten since I was 3
Mum died when I was born and dad takes it out on me
He ain’t a bad man. He just gets drunk & feels alone
I tend to go for a walk, hope he’s asleep when I get home.
I don’t like to talk about it much coz like I said it ain’t his fault
It only happens when he’s drunk as a last resort
I wanted to get him a gift to show my support
But I had no money so I stole & I guess I got caught.
At times like that I kinda switch of my mind
Stare blankly into space and let what happens unwind
That seemed to anger this guard, he put his hands round my neck
He said it's time for me to learn some manners & respect
It hurt, but I’ve had worse before
But it made me realise life was 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 ain’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, on any one given scene.
[MARK:]
My name is Mark and today I was told my brother was dead
I returned from Uni and burst into tears on his bed
Under his pillow, I found his suicide note & I read
What had happened that day & what had fucked up his head.
The anger I felt right then there no words to express
I filled up with so much rage there was no way to digest
I grabbed a knife & walked to town, it was time to regress
Back to an eye for and eye, last breath for last breath
I went straight up to the counter & said I’d like to speak
To the guard that nicked my brother on Tuesday of this week
As the girl went through a door & disappeared out of sight
I put my hand in my pocket and I gripped the knife tight
This was it, as she pointed me out to the guard
My hand began to shake as held the knife so hard
Then as he approached me there was nothing to say
I stabbed that fucker eight times before they could take me away.
Things in life ain’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, on any one given scene.
Letter From God To Man lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
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
But this apology's to mother nature, cause I created YOU
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