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The Black Forest

by XYM

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1.
Black Forest 05:00
Verse 1 This a beat from the Black Forest I wanna smack Boris, I'm shouting where's Wallace Looking for some black solace Brothers eating thick porridge, locked for a quick forage West made me wanna quit college Dropout get it, gonna cop me a media whore Red Bone, match my sepia floor They say Sharia Law taking over But the government white like baking soda And I never eat my bacon sober All this hate it makes you older, it creates hunger Take a break free the soldiers, you could be younger You bomb them, then we under attack You ignore them, n then you plunder Iraq, twats No democracy project, this hypocrisy logic You arm militias, now they vicious Hope your bullet you dodge it I get the hell out of Dodge, to the Black Forest They made my beat with logs, it’s the rap chorus Hook You gonna clap for us, it’s the Black Forest You gonna clap for us, it’s the Black Forest They said money grows on trees, but I logged out spam Gotta branch out, if gonna stand out fam You gonna clap for us, it’s the Black Forest You gonna clap for us, it’s the Black Forest They said money grows on trees, but I logged out Barking up the wrong tree, bring the dogs out wooooooof Verse 2 This the Black Forest Whitaker prize Katie Hopkins get a dick in her eye The same press that were shitting on Di, were mourning Every morning sell Britain a lie This the Black Forest, had a black Woods When he said he isn’t black, he ain’t that good This the Black Forest with the runaways Cops chop sapplings, put your gun away I’m on the underground, I’m on a railroad I’m gonna break into prison, free a jail load Can you follow all my underground tracks I love women with curves, brown baps So why da rap scene, ignore the black queen We no loyalty, yo your royalty If you a king king, never back down But a black queen protect your black crown HOOK REPEAT Verse 3 It’s the Black Forest, where the trees higher They wanna seize man, but man we need a cease fire Damn don’t need a damn to keep the immigrants out You plan of fear got you living in doubt Chip off the old block, hip-hop with no props No gimmicks, no mimics, n I know no limits See the woods for the trees, baggy hood got my p’s They so cold, never give proper tees Gentrify _ you can’t pay your rent then buy Bye bye, you pay all your rent then die The crack game, damn it they sent us high Black chains n damn we weren’t meant to fly You asked why did the Caged Bird Sing Cos Coretta’s getting letters from their kings in the bing Cures of the ting, judge merciless Ming We need to fly, need to try, gonna free both wings HOOK REPEAT
2.
Summer Days 05:14
Verse 1 Say my lyrics are didactic, you buy that shit, I’m scoring you a hattrick Do another back flip, Lua Lua, remember him Cantona, pop my collar as I kick you in Sip my gin like an old lady Aches and pains it’s a shame going bald maybe, or definitely You off key like you effing a g, she need a C, she just getting the D Uni drop out and her pops gone be threatening me He never getting her A and I’m just letting her B You getting the dean? I’m just setting the scene I love hip-hop I’m just getting her clean AA, I’m good if you study me, and when I’m gone brother gonna wish there’s another me Wouldn’t it be lovely if my fair lady, was dark as night, then I drive bare daisies This brears crazy right Raise my fist as I praise the mic Came with gifts but you crazy light, This thrift shop hip-hop, yeah that’s crazy tight Hook Summer Days, drifting away, drummer says what riff can you play And I say I can’t play nothing They tits on the kic so I guess they fronting Tight on the mic so I must say something Break from the locks and the box I’m put in Summer days the rays the fall, the winter, the spring, I praise it all Verse 2 You wanting a lazy day, Kid slept now he’s counting his greys away Life’s quick and it’s passing you by But why cry you should laugh the same happen you die Is this it or is it the start of another bit Or dya start again I still do it for the love of spit- tin writtens of repping all of Britain Land took, stand up cos my daddy did the sit ins My mummy didn’t fit in, I knew that I was different too Don’t try and be a slave in these chains that they giving you You living really living really living how you wanna? Judge send us all to prison where’s you honour where’s your honour man Killing all the street meat like Jason with his doner van Need to save our babies, yo where’s Madonna at White Saviour, Rich Guy, uh, yeah you born with that Need a fall guy so brief George Foreman Doorman got British Beef cos I ain’t Norman Hey sunny day, don’t need your club Watch sunset in the park if the weed is good Hook Summer Days, drifting away, drummer says what riff can you play And I say I can’t play nothing They tits on the kic so I guess they fronting Tight on the mic so I must say something Break from the locks and the box I’m put in Summer days the rays the fall, the winter, the spring, I praise it all Verse 3 Love the hot weather Or not it got better, I don’t know bredder Summer Days when I got redder, browner Led her the founders, bed her but crowned her Now she spread, bound, fed to hounds Not a question of pounds, you can make em Not even fetching her gown leave her shaking If you making the music respect it If you in out in out take the exit If you been out been out and the night before Why don’t you stay out you can make it four Why don’t you make it 5 and do a proper binge Sun it makes me ginge, I call it copper tinge These are proper tings, what the summers bout Flow so hot call your plumber out
3.
Verse 1 I met this girl and she played the flute She doesn't play no more, now she pays recruits Missus doesn't play The Roots now, she plays with suits This is skiing holidays and bathing suits Not on the slope nope, in the spa you prick What happened to hip-hop where every bar was sick But what's happened to us, drifted so far apart Used to chill in her house and now she owns a part Verse 2 Shared ownership with loans and shit and grown up stuff Used to listen to Biggie tough and moan at Puff All in the videos and all on the tracks 'Come to Death Row' yo member when Suge Knight said that Remember when I was ill and you made me better Still remember that yeah kept all of your letters And every Facebook text it is still on my mobile But you upwardly mobile and you changing your profile Verse 3 Member when I'd spit Clef and you'd spit Lauryn And both born here but both felt foreign Both said we were African and the Africans laughed And this driftwood from the raft it made us a mask But this was our shared past but it has passed on by bye I thought you were different thought you were ride or die Why did you buy that house and you take that job Only needed the music and our faith in God Hook I miss you Miss I missed ya I miss you sister, missed ya I miss you Miss I missed ya I miss you sister, missed ya Verse 4 Member you on top of me and when we kiss Said you never want monotony of this 9 to 5 with the other survivors ain't living free And now you save with the misers, misery Loves company cars, ain't trumpeting Tsars I never fuck with these frumperty bars There's something in Nas, his profession and professor is large And all my stars they could've been ares Verse 5 Maybe I'm too young at heart, climbed the rungs and you smart But when we hung fun in the park, both be doing our thing N we sung in the dark, but neither could sing To these portable speakers that either would bring And now you've out grown that and maybe I've not Feel like the McCann's man, my baby got got And they double yer, double yer, double yer wage dot your wage now The trouble with loving ya, governor got you caged now Verse 6 I can't plan ahead, can't plan when you dead So if you die tomorrow dya like the life that you led? When the curtains are drawn if you were working till dawn Were you a queen or a pawn, not to do with where you were born Or what clothes we adorn, or were we close to the norm Cos we were closer than close, like a ghost in a host Or a gun in a holster, know commitment I falter All or nothing I alternate, I had set in an alter date Hook I miss you Miss I missed ya I miss you sister, missed ya I miss you Miss I missed ya I miss you sister, missed ya Verse 7 Is my life in tatters feeling used Cos my heart's feeling battered and it's bruised You never beat a man, always kept it friendly If I'm Peter Pan, then I guess you Wendy Got a Wendy House, a spouse and a family car Open mics and we both used to jam in a bar Hoping like that they'll still be some jam in the jar Hip hop head but you still were a fan of Lemar Verse 8 Simple times but I loved it These were private rhymes now they public Didn't have no dimes at times or a pound to spare When you share these things yeah you bound to care And when I found you there with the City folks Dya even laugh the same, I had witty jokes Dya even play the flute like you used to? When you wear their suit does it suit you? Verse 9 What does this glass ceiling do to ya? Living in chains Was the last feeling new to ya, or was it the same? Does it neuter ya, every day breaking your balls Can't get through to ya, never you taking my calls You got a life now, I never stalk ya But be a lie if I said that I ain't thought to I wanna talk to your man, I think I ought to Cos this kid of his I think it is my daughter Hook I miss you Miss I missed ya I miss you sister, missed ya I miss you Miss I missed ya I miss you sister, missed ya
4.
Verse 1 Got my music and I shot in the rain Dya know the pain, I’m a user am I shotting in vein? I’m Ali great, they ain’t saying my name Fuck your title for your war, I ain’t playing your game Stay in your lane, nah never Hard shoulder from the bag that I brung on the plane My feathers ache from tryna levitate I need a breather and a bevvie break before the mountain This is heavyweight like when the levies break, I’m drowning You think a jet setting lifestyle getting on the next plane Nah brother let me explain I’ve been to European festivals with nothing but cents Make my money shotting out of a tent (true) They robbed my bag with my passport innit Cancelled cards but identity lost Fancy bars but you mentally soft Hard scars like they sending me off Can’t lose my head cos never giving em froff Just tryna make a few sterling shotting my CD Cops shot Alton Sterling, pop it could’ve been me Hook Hell is hot the molten burning Fried chicken poultry earnings Salt are yearning fault of yearning you see For Alton Sterling with your CD, you could’ve been me Could’ve been you, could’ve been me All dat he do is sell his CD Verse 2 I’m tryna be pro Black cuz, but where’s the support Had days where only crackers have bought I need you brah, I need your support Don’t need a faster car, I passed the bar, they take me to court Not guilty bitch or filthy rich, this music I would kill for it They pilfering and filtering, it don’t effect my will to win You grab a man and stab a man, but never wanna build with him I wanna chill with yas, build bridges No funds for the villas kid, drums where the killers live From the crumbs of the pillages, slums into villages It’s lonely on the road n it’s cold too The weather man said it’s warm, front Lie that he told you, fly where the cold flu I’m ill man, you sold one, well I woulda sold two Souls on this road over and over again Forced to beg, we supposed to men I attack all chose to defend Morals lonely, ain’t even close to my friends Requests that I send, these posts that you share Of toasts in the air, real music has emotion in there Verse 3 These Black Lives Matter shouldn’t matter now Say that to Alton Sterling’s daughter if you sat her down Say that to Michael Brown’s mum when she cry for her son Gimme the Loot ready to shoot, Ready to Die for your gun Dicipher my tongue, it’s not fun when the lifers are hung Black Magic always feared that we real That’s tragic that we crashing and you steering the wheel Pigs silent with the violence ain’t even hearing em squeal Call us punks when we dunk, chumps cheering the steal I’m on the road, hold tight, but no blow in my hands But no gloves, no love, Snow’s White I’m just blowing my hands Doc I’m Happy then I’m Grumpy, feeling Sneezy, it ain’t easy Kinda Sleepy like my cash lull Never Basful say he Dope he gonna Dwarf the competition Think you beat you don’t see me morph to the opposition Porsche never got me wishing, course the road an expedition Griots coursing through my veins, course I showed em that tradition Forces never ever listen, never getting my submission
5.
Can't Sleep 03:57
Verse 1 I can’t sleep I need a sleeping pill I run deep through bloody rivers, knees creeking still My peeps keeping still, cos they keep us down Others got the easy life like they sleep around I got my reefer lit tryna make a sleeper hit Tryna get, my piece of it don’t know if I’m believing it They finger take thieving it, Timberlake squeeze a tit Swinger date fucking then you leaving it Huuuuuh I be fucking breathing it Angels n my demons, different fables that I’m weaving Flip the table on us even, so da honour’s never even N ‘Yes we can’ should’ve never let us weaken Ain’t a product of the deacon, but there’s God up in this heathen Ain’t claim to be a beacon, who you naming Wiki Leaking Now you framing me for speaking, should be shaming you for cheating All the claimants you deceiving, why’s the Cayman’s got my payments you receiving Hook I can’t sleep while this rap plays You know the tax paid blood n rage back stage, wailing Bruce Banner out the Bat Cage, Bailing My loose manner off the twat gague, Palin I can’t sleep while this rap plays You know the tax paid blood n rage back stage, fronting Bruce Banner out da Bat Cage, jumping My loose manner off the twat gague, Trumping Verse 2 I can’t sleep n da devil’s getting closer Wolves pose as sheep, rebels as the soldiers Da devil’s got a hold of me, I try n escape My soul’s smoldering in cauldrons there’s blood on my paint My words deep like a carving, these rappers are faint I’m having dinner with these sinners, cos the winners are fake All saints tainted if you really gonna look at it All Saints dated but Shaznay’s on my bucket list My muse as she ride me, da fuck I’m cumming up with it Clear out my diary, Mmmmmm I’d be loving it If we never went to McDonald’s again This beef is bullshit yeah it don’t honour your friends Are you gonna pretend, I’m not Top 10 living or dead They suck me dry, but I ain’t getting a head, shuck n jive and my smile lied (fuck it) I took a drive to the wild side (suck it) Hook I can’t sleep while this rap plays You know the tax paid blood n rage back stage, wailing Bruce Banner out the Bat Cage, Bailing My loose manner off the twat gague, Palin I can’t sleep while this rap plays You know the tax paid blood n rage back stage, fronting Bruce Banner out da Bat Cage, jumping My loose manner off the twat gague, Trumping Verse 3 I can’t sleep I need a sedative Freedom it is relative, they never let a bredder live Plotting revolutions to this Boom Bap, Probably got my room tapped, why would you assume that A revolution has to be stopped I’m the message that the label has dropped, cocks I’m da points that you docked, I point to the top Not the bruv’s slinging mud Oink, oink go the cps, pork needs to be chopped Anoint me a king when the bell ring Tell me what does hell bring, cos I sling Fire to the buyers, fuck the bias on your wireless Pricks try n stylus it’s sick they denying us I blow like a sinus or should I say a nostril My flow it is timeless, another gospel Revelation to the nation, like a flasher on Crime Watch Lyrics pure gold, won’t cash in my rhyme box
6.
What If 05:13
Verse 1 If sleep was the cousin of death, could you marry it still? Is Harry over the Hill, is he jealous of Will? I'm Fresh Prince when I come with the skill I never kill, they still checking the till Well check this gonna shine like a neckless Drinking boos with the hecklers, I'm letting lose on these settlers Police never protect us, all they do is detect us Screw face pretend it never effect us Woo woo it's the sound of the Met cuz Collect us like we points on they Nectars Caged up these are animal sectors Rage up black pride giving Hannibal lectures I spit fire this is flammable text bruv If ignorance is bliss, fuck living in this Just cos I didn't like your teachings called me ignorant Miss A genius if shutting all the questioning down Blind obedience don't mean your profession is sound Hook If you had one wish, what would you wish for mama? I never thought we'd be this poor mama If you had one word, which would you choose? If you had one day and nothing to lose If you had one night would you light one spliff? Or would you fight for your rights said we ain't shit I bin a plaintiff ever since the slave ship What if what if, what if what if Verse 2 If you knew you would die in a day, where would you lay? Where would you stay, what songs would you play? Would you pray for real, would you believe? Or would you kneel in the hope that you get a reprieve? I would go to the barbers get a fresh cut So when I'm laid in my casket look my best chuck If could turn back the hands of time, where would you go bruv? Before we know bad, they always said we no good I show love to he thugs with a fist spud Making fast money look at what you missed blud You missed the sports days at the school you paid for Picturing your son run staring at a cage door You missed your daughter bringing back her first date The awkward home run, but nothing more than first base She got her first taste of coke from the rich school Where were you as she was bullied? Now the bitch cool HOOK REPEAT Verse 3 If the meek shall inherit the earth, what is it worth? If the caps melt, guess it's why they called us the serfs If all people created equal, how did this happen? I'm not shining, tapping, I'm grinding, rapping You yap yap yapping and your tail's still wagging dog Don't believe these leaders cos they never even had a job If God would kill the devil would you give him a gun? Or would you take the dirty money and tell the devil and run? 1.30 in the morning honey I'm horny and I finished my rum Head back to mine then we'll really have fun I guarantee we both drinker than when the drinking begun And if you come back to mine at least one of us cum What if we talked about things until we sobered up? What if you were born with a crown, would you hold it up? Uneasy lies the head that be under it What if you around when your crown they plundered it, shit HOOK REPEAT

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EP with all the tracks produced by Dumme from the Black Forest in Germany.

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released September 16, 2016

All tracks produced by Dumme. Cuts on Alton Sterling by Supreme.Frost

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