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
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
Magician's Assistant lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
It's tragic; you tried to cut yourself in half,
But this isn't magic; in fact it's something much more dark, or more dramatic
Self harm, that's what they call it.
'Cause it just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do,
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But, how about your little sister?
I mean, you think your life's been bad,
And by no means am I belittling that,
'Cause I know the troubles you've had
But a teen finding out her big sister chose death over life,
Finding out instead of turning to her with your problems, You turned to a knife
That's a whole lot of pain to deal with,
And a whole lot of damage
And the only role model she has is little more than words engraved in granite.
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But then, how about your parents?
God knows they've done all they can to support.
Yeah, you didn't go up in a mansion,
But they gave you the best life they could afford,
And the second that last bit of life tickles out,
and your lungs cease to breath,
They've fail the most important task that they will ever receive.
They failed to give their child a life that's worth living,
And that's a failure as long as they live, of themselves, is unforgiving.
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, 'cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But, how about your friends?
How did they fail to see this coming?
I mean, you can only hold so much pain,
And recently it seems like the tap's been left running.
Families grow distant, but it's meant to be your friends you can rely on.
They shouldn't be there for just fun and drinks.
They should be the shoulder to cry on.
They should be the ones you turn to,
When you can't talk to your family.
But they failed to because although you didn't ask for their support,
It should have been mandatory.
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, 'cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But then, what about me?
What kind of boyfriend am I?
Instead of living a life I was a big part of,
You would rather die.
Instead of fighting though together,
And turning things around,
You decided the grass is greener
On the other side of the ground.
Of our shared lives there was nothing worth living for as far as you could see.
So if that's the case for you
Then what is there left in this life for me?
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, your sister, your parents, your friends, and your partner
So you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then fuck everybody else cause that ain't something you’ve got to live with
The magician's assistant
Too many problems to list them,
Not enough people to listen.
The magician's assistant....
The magician's assistant......
But this isn't magic; in fact it's something much more dark, or more dramatic
Self harm, that's what they call it.
'Cause it just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do,
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But, how about your little sister?
I mean, you think your life's been bad,
And by no means am I belittling that,
'Cause I know the troubles you've had
But a teen finding out her big sister chose death over life,
Finding out instead of turning to her with your problems, You turned to a knife
That's a whole lot of pain to deal with,
And a whole lot of damage
And the only role model she has is little more than words engraved in granite.
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But then, how about your parents?
God knows they've done all they can to support.
Yeah, you didn't go up in a mansion,
But they gave you the best life they could afford,
And the second that last bit of life tickles out,
and your lungs cease to breath,
They've fail the most important task that they will ever receive.
They failed to give their child a life that's worth living,
And that's a failure as long as they live, of themselves, is unforgiving.
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, 'cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But, how about your friends?
How did they fail to see this coming?
I mean, you can only hold so much pain,
And recently it seems like the tap's been left running.
Families grow distant, but it's meant to be your friends you can rely on.
They shouldn't be there for just fun and drinks.
They should be the shoulder to cry on.
They should be the ones you turn to,
When you can't talk to your family.
But they failed to because although you didn't ask for their support,
It should have been mandatory.
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, so you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then so be it, 'cause it's your last breath,
And it's nobody else's business.
But then, what about me?
What kind of boyfriend am I?
Instead of living a life I was a big part of,
You would rather die.
Instead of fighting though together,
And turning things around,
You decided the grass is greener
On the other side of the ground.
Of our shared lives there was nothing worth living for as far as you could see.
So if that's the case for you
Then what is there left in this life for me?
But as you said before, this just affects you.
It's your life, your body, your sister, your parents, your friends, and your partner
So you can choose what you do.
And if one day you can't rein it in,
And of your last breath you are the only witness,
Then fuck everybody else cause that ain't something you’ve got to live with
The magician's assistant
Too many problems to list them,
Not enough people to listen.
The magician's assistant....
The magician's assistant......
Back From Hell lyrics - Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
One-two-three-four-five... four, three, two, one
When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident
I'm sentimental
Oh no, I mean I'm said to be mental
When I don't get what I want
I find it's hard just to be gentle
Gentle? The rental of some self control
When you lose your mind
Is when you start to find your soul unfold
This morning when I woke up
All the thoughts that I had just broke up
Broken fragments of my dreams left me choked up
Distant memories I'd repressed all spoke up
Oooh fuck!
This was something that I wasn't expecting
My dreams solidified and started asking me questions
And the deeper I looked into their hate-filled eyes
I realised they were you, only in disguise
So I jumped to my feet
How the fuck did I become so weak?
Too soon did I admit defeat
I grabbed a pen and start writing to the beat
And I wrote:
When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is everything
As time went by
I realised you can't just drop out
But I'm telling you man
It's hard to block out
The sound that rebounds and resounds
And resounds again
Off the walls of my mind
'cause I miss my... friend
But now I'm on a mission to mend
Everything that broke and make it glisten again
Strip down redesign construct and improve
While the rest procrastinate I'll be making my move
I hope in years to come I've elevated
But chances are I'll be inebriated
But that's cool
As long as my mind ain't sedated
And the things that I've learned
Haven't been erased and wasted
When you forget about the hand you're dealt
All that really matters is the things you've felt
So fuck it, bring on the good and bad times
If rapping don't work I'll start a band of mimes
When you forget about the hand you're dealt
All that really matters is the things you've felt
So fuck it, bring on the good and bad times
If rapping don't work I'll start a band of mimes
When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident
When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident
I'm sentimental
Oh no, I mean I'm said to be mental
When I don't get what I want
I find it's hard just to be gentle
Gentle? The rental of some self control
When you lose your mind
Is when you start to find your soul unfold
This morning when I woke up
All the thoughts that I had just broke up
Broken fragments of my dreams left me choked up
Distant memories I'd repressed all spoke up
Oooh fuck!
This was something that I wasn't expecting
My dreams solidified and started asking me questions
And the deeper I looked into their hate-filled eyes
I realised they were you, only in disguise
So I jumped to my feet
How the fuck did I become so weak?
Too soon did I admit defeat
I grabbed a pen and start writing to the beat
And I wrote:
When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is everything
As time went by
I realised you can't just drop out
But I'm telling you man
It's hard to block out
The sound that rebounds and resounds
And resounds again
Off the walls of my mind
'cause I miss my... friend
But now I'm on a mission to mend
Everything that broke and make it glisten again
Strip down redesign construct and improve
While the rest procrastinate I'll be making my move
I hope in years to come I've elevated
But chances are I'll be inebriated
But that's cool
As long as my mind ain't sedated
And the things that I've learned
Haven't been erased and wasted
When you forget about the hand you're dealt
All that really matters is the things you've felt
So fuck it, bring on the good and bad times
If rapping don't work I'll start a band of mimes
When you forget about the hand you're dealt
All that really matters is the things you've felt
So fuck it, bring on the good and bad times
If rapping don't work I'll start a band of mimes
When I get back from hell again
I'm gonna be so elegant
The relevance of my benevolence is evident
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