1. |
Intro
00:44
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I'm from the land of the Shayman, where they shaming the layman
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2. |
Need Some Sleep
03:18
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Nat Turner, gat burner, n my master hate
Like Owen's not slowing for the master race
I'm peeling for the ceiling, need the glass to break
And on the last Eve of Eden can you catch the snake?
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3. |
Can I Live?
03:39
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My tax rebate is late and no help from the state,
Can't take her on a date and say I already ate
Life flashed before my eyes at a quarter to 8
No daughter create, and no legacy left
No son I did have, I ain't ready for death
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4. |
Sick
04:09
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Sick of all these euphemisms, sick of niggaz bin in prison
Real or a mind state, sick of fighting inner visions
Sick of all this cynicism like ‘he hasn’t been in prison,
how can he speak on it?’ Sick of all this criticism
Hurt when dey criticial, call me Mr Pitiful
Sick of being a sitting in duck, wish I didn’t give a fuck
Sick of living by the book, sick of tryna make a buck,
Sick of tryna make a pound, sick of working to the ground
Ain’t fly like a G6, sick of being grounded
Now they got me chasing circles, guess it keeps me rounded
Sick of being lied to, life of a brown kid
Aim for the sky too, don’t let em hold you down kid
Sick of saying life’s a bitch, dogs getting pounded
And it’s over little shit, and still we getting hounded
Dogs sniffing through our shit, just tryna make a pound kid
When Steven bleeding cos of them, then they never found shit
Hook
Sick to my bones, each to their own
Crabs in a barrel tryna reach for the throne
Sick to my bones, each to their own
ET fingers tryna reach for the throne
Sick to my bones, each to their own
Crabs in a barrel tryna reach for the throne
Sick to my bones, each to their own
ET fingers tryna reach for the throne
Verse 2
Sick of all these rappers be, sick of all this apathy
When I spit this deep shit other rappers laugh at me
Rappers getting played nigger, seeing what the gaffer see
Field fulla niggers that I wish I didn’t have to see
No Limit what we do as one, but this ain’t be no Master P
Runaway slave and I’m looking for the master key
Always looking back cos I’m freeing all the masses g
Tryna share this money too, ain’t down with all these classes b
Bastards take your money too, then they flash their cash at you
Police puppets sent to clash, but why these muppets bashing you?
Sick of taking off my hoodie, they attacking fashion too
Sick of seeing one black, face they gonna ration you
Sprinkle you around and you thinking that you equal now
Uncle Tom niggers and you holding all my people down
Cos I cuss a little bit you saying that I’m evil now
Take these fuckers back in time, then we taking regal bows
Hook
Sick to my bones, each to their own
Crabs in a barrel tryna reach for the throne
Sick to my bones, each to their own
ET fingers tryna reach for the throne
Sick to my bones, each to their own
Crabs in a barrel tryna reach for the throne
Sick to my bones, each to their own
ET fingers tryna reach for the throne
Verse 3
These lies they are imminent, rise of the immigrant
Scared of the other man, am I not a brother man
This is for my immigrants kosha or illegal
Now the old immigrants put quotas on their people
Sick of these people supporting this war buzz
Creating immigrants, then they close down the borders
Sick of these laws, sick of these court orders
Sick of being poor, sick of these closed doors cuz
Kick in the door waving the 4,4
Suicidal Thoughts can’t take it no more cos
Sick of being nought, sick of these closed quarters
Sick of being bought, sick of being sold short cos
Say that I wine, but I’m stuck with this water
Sick of these swine sending lambs to the slaughter
Sick of war lords, sick of these loot hoarders
Imagine how they feel if we shoot their daughters
Hook
Sick to my bones, each to their own
Crabs in a barrel tryna reach for the throne
Sick to my bones, each to their own
ET fingers tryna reach for the throne
Sick to my bones, each to their own
Crabs in a barrel tryna reach for the throne
Sick to my bones, each to their own
ET fingers tryna reach for the throne
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5. |
Riddle Of The Sphinx
03:33
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Verse 1
Coming of age mister, my bar mitzvah
I never missed Christmas, Jah never dissed us
Like Eminem nigga when he dissed our sisters
Da mic is my cross, so my palms got blisters
Palms crossed by a gypsy, scared like a tumour
Looked back in my history, told me my future
Life mystery is risky, they all wanna shoot ya
Down volumes of whisky, they all wanna mute ya
Turn it up turn it up, let me begin
Burn up da rule book if you wanna win
Tramps wish under street lamps drinking they gin
Fish kicked outa school, sinking dey can’t swim
Tryna beat sins so I’m singing these hymns
These bleak things got me swinging for him
Ain’t got the keys for a beamer, so I’m singing for dinner
Supper, outa lucka sucker, strength bringing my inner
Hook
Coming of age, toy cops to real ones
Coming of age, voice drops and real bombs
Four legs, two legs, three legs, gone
Gotta live your life when it’s on it’s on
Coming of age, toy cops to real ones
Coming of age, voice drops and real bombs
Four legs, two legs, three legs, gone
Gotta live your life when it’s on it’s on
Verse 2
I’m coming of age, like when my blue balls dropped
Criminal in blue too, so we don’t call cops
Dying wish of a chief in da midst of small pox
Keep on moving forward, n pulling all stops
To stand still is backwards, just follow the bison
Dis land for everyone, can’t be signing the rights on
Baying for blood like Tyson when you tell me the fights on
Staying left like Kinnock, but I’m leaving the lights on
Goons fighting, moonlighting n I’m fearing the night’s gone
Racoon sighting got me frightened, da biting is quite strong
Knights looking for da coons n dey getting their whites on
He thinks black is evil, he tryna just right wrongs
A lost WASP thinks he swarmed by the Blacks and the Spics
Black n yellas would be better if they under a whip
Was a city dweller fella, now he live in the sticks
Clip flipped no parole, soul living with it
Hook
Coming of age, toy cops to real ones
Coming of age, voice drops and real bombs
Four legs, two legs, three legs, gone
Gotta live your life when it’s on it’s on
Coming of age, toy cops to real ones
Coming of age, voice drops and real bombs
Four legs, two legs, three legs, gone
Gotta live your life when it’s on it’s on
Verse 3
Goons in cocoons, like caterpillars
I’m a butterfly guy, never backed the killers
Mercenary soldiers, silver back gorillas
Gold hold your soul frozen in the chillers
With the Millers, bevies light moving onto Guinness
It a heavy fight night, drinking never finish
Missing every light right, heading to the red ones
Drink, drive, hookers, only fuck with dead ones
He a necrophiliac and a serial murderer
Victim 7 like Seven n you ain’t heard of her
You heard of him though Killer Joe yo it gives him a buzz
Now he on 11 cuz, so he aim for a duz
Doesn’t believe in heaven, so he living his hell
Get friendly with his victims so he calling her Shell
She didn’t see the sickness, she just needed a fix up
Shot victim number 12 when he having his dick sucked
Hook
Coming of age, toy cops to real ones
Coming of age, voice drops and real bombs
Four legs, two legs, three legs, gone
Gotta live your life when it’s on it’s on
Coming of age, toy cops to real ones
Coming of age, voice drops and real bombs
Four legs, two legs, three legs, gone
Gotta live your life when it’s on it’s on
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6. |
Back Against The Wall
04:48
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Verse 2
My back against the wall, I thought I worked it all out
Crawling on the floor, but my pennies’ll be sprawled out
Red like Russia and I’m dealing with the fallout
Berlin, Shawshank, taking your wall out
Pray for Redemption just like Tookie
Ain’t made in America, I’m not Whoopie
Ghosting vetrans cos I’m that rookie
Better cash your pensions and save that nookie
Buck, buck, buck, well you just got lucky
Come back to haunt you cos I’m that duppy
Hip-hop monster, you that cookie
I’m Mike Vick brother, mother fuck dat puppy
Not the dog in the fight, it’s the fight in the dog
So I’m fighting all the people who be sniping our jobs
System doesn’t work if you take out the cogs
Granddaddy fought Hitler, British called him a WOG
Hook
When your back against the wall, get up stand up
When you taking the fall, get up stand up
When they raking it all, get up stand up
Cos they making us stall, stall, stall
When your back against the wall get up stand up
When you taking the fall, get up stand up
When they raking it all, get up stand up
Get up stand up, get stand up
Verse 3
My back against the wall, but I’m coming out blazing
Exorcist at 4th base, running out Satan
Pig brutality they gunning out hating
Made convicts Muslim, they shunning dat bacon
‘Fuck the police’ put their faith in the east
I hardly seen Jesus and my case in a week
Give Guardian readers a lickle taste of the streets
These faulty leaders so I save my receipts
Would pawn em all in, but their stock be falling
Make me PM, but the block be calling
If it wasn’t for the hood then I’d stop recording
Old school Tyson, can’t stop the mauling
I love this bawling I born to fight
Just do it, flick ticks, like I shawn your Nikes
Oils low like bitch tits, check warning lights
But no war, no sell out, won’t pawn my mic
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7. |
The Shayman Corner
03:41
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Verse 1
I’m cornered on the corner, like right angles in squares
Tight tangle what I’m selling it killed one of my brehs
Promised to his baby mama, yo I told her I’d leave it
Still dealing with his killer, I can’t handle the secret
Wifey she turns a blind eye, but I know that she sees
Playing happy families, everybody say cheese
Awkward silences, squeeze sinuses, degrees in the minuses
Life’s cold, I guess it’s cool cos I dropped out of school
Now I’m making teacher money with no snotty nosed kids
But got a shotty by the window this is no way to live
Pills low under pillows struggling to get by
Was gonna hustle in the club, but my well’s running dry
Well I guess the corner’s calling with the snitches and sirens
Used to cook a different food, but now this kitchen ain’t hiring
It’s firing and firing like a cannon, I’m like Dylan I’d ban em
On da corner need a miracle need bread to go salmon
Hook
Making money keep my head above water,
Got a baby on the way forgive me Lord gotta feed my daughter
Making money keep my head above water,
Got a baby on the way, forgive me Lord headin to the corner
To the corner, forgive me Lord headin to the corner, to the corner
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8. |
Zim Zimma
03:45
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Verse 1
Writing rap songs for Saxons, bros say I’m too deep
Zim Zimma nigga pass me the keys to my Jeep
Paying penalties how, just tryna stay on my feet
Yuppies loving me now, ain’t spent a day in the street
Puppies peddling chow, wow, one eye on the sow
Like a Cyclops, spy cops, then niggaz’ll row
Beef over burglars, murders, ain’t no burgers and cows
Tryna get the herds further than the curb will allow
Sub categories urban, so the buyers suburban
Real story steel factory shut eye on the curtain
So I rap for the workers who carry the burden
Cos when they take over Rovers how you carry on working?
Not hating on Germans, yo this problem is global
Shops cropped too even Sainsbury’s is Local
They chat a lot of shit, but politicians ain’t vocal
Fuck a vicious circle, smack it straight out da Oval
Verse 2
Roll with hustlers and addicts pouring beer on the pavement
Thinking where the days went, I ain’t making no statement
Bait state of the nation, see the hate and it’s blatant
Fornicating with this paper like I’m dating with Satan
Always tried to be original like taking a patent
People dying solitaire so we losing our patients
Put a few hollers there be improving your ratings, holla, holla
Yeah for the dollar you chasing
Tramps in the street sleep adjacent to Jason
Are the noughts really noughts? Da problems we facing
Spoon fed politicians and the silver they tasting
Wanna free all the prisons for the lives that they wasting
Locked him up, cops rich off a key
Been a dog, four pups, and he only 23
Life’s a bitch for his kids, cos he never got to see dad
Ain’t no rehab, now his son’s in a Jihad
Verse 3
Not Afro-Caribbean, I’m an African
What you laughing on, what you laughing at?
A wolf still a wolf if you take it out it’s habitat
Red, Black and Green, stack p’s where’s cabbage at?
Disputing borders? Yes sir like Arafat
Shooting orders? No sir not having that
Child soldiers led by older cats
Devil mould ya, get you to hold a gat
Omar Epps Gone In Too Deep
Slept on my style, I work when you sleep
You want club music, you want club beats?
‘It was all a dream’ should be seen like Keats
The poetry showing that I’m here for a reason
Logic projects, got me dodging the demons
Lost at sea cos ain’t raising our semen
Blood of a slave, but you praising a free man
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10. |
Being Me
04:04
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I spit till I'm hoarse, I ain't stuck in no saddle
I'm blazing, amazing and causing a rabble
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11. |
Power
03:44
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Verse 3
This trouble n strife, give me a double with ice
On da rocks don’t push me ain’t loving this life
Been writing 16’s since 16 I’m kinda square kid
Almost 16 years later, I’m still not there kid
This 16 int sweet when you put your soul in it
Gun on my widow’s peak do I put a hole in it?
No widow speak at my funeral, it’s cold innit
Alone in this world like I just came in it
Lonely sperm on a Kleenex, I never knew an egg
Seem vexed at the world cos I’m alone in my bed
Nah I love da world, just da people in charge
Living it large, while da people done starve
Eating snails and quails sailing on a yacht
Put the Tsars behind bars, give em jail slop
Ain’t feeding bottom feeders when they leading from da top down
Clowns I don’t axe I just chop down
Hook
Put your fists in the air get their power,
Ain’t no terrorist shit fuck da twin towers
Tick, tick, tick this is our hour,
our minute, our second, this world is ours
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12. |
Ms Benin
05:06
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Find my heart beneath these bars like I'm hitting the gym
Not juicing she ain't cheating so I'm sipping this gin
So I'm losing and it's hard cos they tipped me to win
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13. |
Dear Sista
03:41
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Verse 1
Yo this ain’t for Kim, it’s my hymn for my black queens
Sorry that these brothers will treat you obscene
Sorry that they just conceive, sorry made you duck and weave
‘If I had this white hair, maybe he wouldn’t up and leave’
I’m in a glass house, so I shouldn’t throw stones
Cos when they got they ass out, I’m Snoop Doggin for a bone
Macaulay Culkin sulkin, so you sitting Home Alone
Single mother on a couch, should be sitting on a throne
Ouch, life hurts when it’s dealing you a bad hand
In the salon saying, “I don’t need a man’
And it’s true, but the truth is, you would probably like one
But even Black Jesus will be walking with a white one
Not wrong love is love when it’s all said and done
But when we take em to the ball they ain’t looking like our mum
It’s more than coincidental, think the problem’s kinda mental
Sisters you the chosen ones so I’m building you a temple
Verse 2
For my women slimmin, don’t take it too far
Nothing wrong with gyming love who you really are
Don’t want a size zero, don’t want a size two
Bin known to be shallow, but what’s inside you
Cos if your brain is fallow, you can carry on walking
Cos after the sex all that’s left is the talking
For my young girls don’t be afraid to be smart
Cos da doctors paid more and be saving the tarts
From da broken hearts as tart left for a younger version
Tables turned smart virgin’s a surgeon
Don’t need make up to make up for what you lack
Love you how you are sis, so be proud to black
I’m sorry for the words we called, blame rap
And I’m sorry for the hurt we caused you, can’t blame rap
But this ain’t sorry for them, this is sorry for me
Black woman you a queen, get the world to see
Verse 3
This ain’t the 80s, this ain’t the 90s
We past the noughties, still go for team lighty
I ain’t self hating, I know that I’m light too
Don’t think you’re not beautiful if you are black as night boo
My mixed race chicks, be proud of your blackness
Celebrate all your heritage, all da different factors
Forget divide and rule, but don’t just side when it’s cool
School can be cruel, cos they treat you like a mule
That’s where mulattos from, I take you both to the prom
A light chick, a dark chick, we celebrate as one
Cos da brothers with da cream get you reaching for the cream quick
If their partner is black, dey batting for da other team dick
Kinda make me sick, how they gonna treat you
Physically or mentally never let him beat you
For my black women winnin, never let the world defeat you
This your coronation sister, get your crown I’ma seat you
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14. |
48 Bars
03:43
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Now everything I said fucking meant it at the time
Doesn't mean I never spoke a word out of line
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