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]

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.

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

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

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]

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

album: "Distraction Pieces" (2011) (SCROOBIUS PIP solo album)

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...

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

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

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'

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

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?

album: "The Logic Of Chance" (2010)

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.