The Black Forest

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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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Track Name: Black Forest
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
Track Name: Summer Days
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
Track Name: Flute: Part 2
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
Track Name: Alton Sterling
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
Track Name: Can't Sleep
Verse 1

I can’t sleep I need a sleeping pill
I run deep through this blood, 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
Track Name: What If
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