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Lil Rhys
We give 'em extra, extra, Yes my selectah!
Fresh as placenta, sex up the centre,
Spit a few bars, drench your receptors,
Insects to nectar, F the agenda,
Sense of adventure, we cruise through the sector,
Confusing the use of a two-fingered gesture,
Load the projector, shoot the director,
Resurrect the spectre for spooking the censor,
Hope by now you got a feel for the texture,
Chill for siesta, kill the fiesta,
Compressing condensers, stress the oppressors,
We fester like vectors and pester inspectors,
Where's the professor? Me Sir? Yes Sir!
Press for a lecture, the press is conjecture,
Eva! rolling like Imprezas and Vespas,
Sonic super heroes and we're sworn to protect ya.
Gimme an E-V-A, L-A-Z, A to the R to the U and an S,
E-V-A with a L-A-Z, A to the R and the U and an S,
E-V-A, L-A-Z, A to the R, U to the S,
With a E-V-A, L-A-Z, A to the R to the U to the Yes!
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Nefarious (Inst.)
00:42
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Hyperdrive
02:49
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I'm a little spaced out with my hyperdrive,
Like the man from mars or the biker mice,
A projectile, no hitchhikers guide,
First ever reptile that tried to fly,
I feel fresh, coming out the creche,
With a little bit of time that i wanna invest,
A big wide world that wanna inspect,
With a lot of contents, not a proper index,
Got my interest so I keep on searching,
Trying to get the angle of angels of urchins,
Haven't got a map until you know all the diversions,
Stuff's best learned with a touch of emersion,
Rip down the curtain time to dip a toe,
Maybe say yes man, if you didn't know,
When the day comes, you get it in your soul,
Stick in your flow with a yippy yippy yo.
Don't need your money, still I wanna find that gold,
Eyes wide like I'm five years old,
On a winding road where time just goes,
Your mind explodes with the sights it's shown,
It's there even though I've never seen it completely,
I keep it in my heart and I dream of it sweetly,
A team not a species, peace offers, treaties,
Truth is, I wanna live my life proper easy,
Off with the TV, on with uncensored,
Extra textured adventure,
Feeling old, getting numb in your sensors
You better hold onto your dentures,
Aint this years hype,
You can get on your fixed geared bike while we rip this mic,
Dope like soap, we're the rinsing type,
Give the kids advice, get 'em thinking twice.
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1 & 2
03:22
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Aint no mystery, doubt or diggidy,
We always drop it wickedly on any sort of symphony,
From bristol to Italy, we do it unofficially,
Sound man help me make a claim off the injury,
Stick your fingers up show your government a victory,
Pip squeak speak, rip the beak off the Twitter feed,
It's like they only like a like, like a simile,
We deal with the matter like shabba, dett and skibadee,
Ill with it proper, rocking on the sickest beats,
We do it old school or make history,
Fuck the industry,
Hobble this way, drag yourself out your misery,
Hang in the periphery, glittery as mister T,
I see the show boats, I need a crew to sink the fleet,
Sail the high seas, drink a ton of rum and sing with me,
Roll us up a spliff or three,
Load the cannons up and blow the fuckers into smithereens,
We got 1&2 like we're supposed to do,
We got 3&4 if you want some more,
5,6,7,8 if you turned up late,
And then 9&10, we'll drop it back again,
We got 1&2 like we're supposed to do,
We got 3&4 if you want some more,
5,6,7,8 if you turned up late,
And then 9&10, we'll drop it back again.
Run for cover cause we're bombing like a graff writer,
Fat liners, use a bit of colour make the craft brighter,
Spray caves with the stories from the camp fire,
Make the sky blue, we got to get our hands higher,
We need witnesses to see the way we're killing this,
Lose a little focus just to read the hidden images,
Frivolous to Vividness, it's all limitless,
Trying to get the balance right from innocence and wickedness,
On a mission, bored of tradition,
Fresher than a drawings on the walls of the kitchen,
We storm your position with our worn optimism,
Form compositions and reform the commissions,
Like you read brail, feel the details we illustrate,
Put it all in every last P on the dinner plate,
You can let your eyes feast while we stimulate,
Manipulate the light inside your mind til it pixelates.
We got 1&2 like we're supposed to do,
We got 3&4 if you want some more,
5,6,7,8 if you turned up late,
And then 9&10, we'll drop it back again,
We got 1&2 like we're supposed to do,
We got 3&4 if you want some more,
5,6,7,8 if you turned up late,
And then 9&10, we'll be back again.
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Bundah Days (Inst.)
01:31
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No matter how far we go,
No matter how far we go,
No matter how far we go,
We got Bristol...
We're the hunter gatherers, managing to gather up,
Tech for the cameras, turning 'em back at us,
Concept's immaculate, steps are inaccurate,
War between the houses, Montague & Capulet,
Grab the lucky rabbit's paw or rub the magic amulet,
The binary biology, art from the abacus,
Scavengers, advocates for microchips and mavericks,
We're absolutely fabulous, you have to take a drag on this,
Activate the activists and spin the revolution,
Cloud-covered sun, feel the winter of confusion,
Sitting in the shade you see the limits of illusion,
You wanna make a start, can't finish what you're doing,
Too busy building off the ruins,
Wet behind the ears, let it mix in the solution,
A nuisance, you wanna do your bit for evolution,
This weird type of life, so bewitching and bemusing.
I bob my head from my neck bone element,
Can't break cause i've got my exo-skeleton,
Techno elegant, no impediment,
Strutting round town with my Tesco sentient,
I'm so fresh and so relevant,
My babble fish souped-up, mucho elegant,
Let's go ten again,
Paying top code for the best old sentiment,
Yes, no, explode, make it all fresco,
Post the manifesto,
Write it on the wall with a cybernetic scrawl,
Enlightened by the call but you're frightened by the fall,
And now those old senses are heightened by it all,
You haven't used em much and so the begins to stall,
Wanna run but you can't walk, find a way to crawl,
Eyes are on the ball, sliding down the exponential spiral to the floor.
No matter how far we go,
I know a little music will help the heart beat slow,
No matter how far we go,
I gotta find what I need to help the heart beat slow,
No matter how far we go,
I got my friends and my peeps to help the heart beat slow,
No matter how far we go,
We got Bristol... to help the heart beat sow,
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Drop Flows
03:37
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Drop flows, I like to let the rock roll,
Tracks bump aint filling in the pot holes,
Got colds, step into the warm, blow your snot nose,
Crowds move like we fill the floor with hot coals,
Then we all hop home when when cock crows,
Get a bottle in before the fucking shops closed,
On and off road, watch for your squashed toes,
How you gonna wash those stains out your posh clothes?
It's just the way it goes these days,
Rave one night for a whole weeks wage,
Blow sweet pay like the old peeps say,
Getting cash 4 gold off an old keep safe,
God speed mate let your bog weed blaze,
Or have a puff on this and help me plot deep space,
By the way, I don't wanna rock DJ,
I wanna roll til there's holes in my socks DJ,
Yeah!
Drop the beat right there,
Yeah!
Drop the beat right there,
Where,
Drop the beat right here,
Here or anywhere that the peeps might hear.
(x2)
Stick the thread into the needle, like a weeble we can wobble,
Feeling feeble as a model whilst we're feeding off the bottle,
You can see me pull a wheelie like I'm squeezing on the throttle,
And I guarantee my body will be feeling it tomorrow,
But there's a reason for the sorrow,
Evening and the weekend bring the deep in which we wallow,
Speakers bring the heat that keeps on steaming up the goggles,
Either take me your leader or just beam em up the motto,
Like "Yeah!", drop the beat the right,
This aint the same sort of style as your E-Type,
This aint a war, this is puffing on a peace pipe,
It's a few too many on a week night,
So you take a little trip to the seaside,
Or you hang in a hoodie in the streetlight,
But if you've never felt the shake of a b-line,
You better ask your DJ for a rewind.
Yeah!
Drop the beat right there,
Yeah!
Drop the beat right there,
Where,
Drop the beat right here,
Here or anywhere that the peeps might hear.
(x2)
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Gimme Room
04:02
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Yo, don't fuck with me, aint the one it sucks to be,
We redefine the way to eat and throw away the cutlery,
My folk'll lift me by my shoulders, hold me up like dungarees,
My vocals never even got a sniff from record companies,
I live in luxury, billing spliffs, cups of tea,
Chilling out, used to live a little self destructively,
I rock the funky beats, really hope that chuck agrees?
"Hell Yeah!" Fucking sweet, underground underneath,
Pops and the heli-cops, never see my shrubbery,
Even though my weedy beak gets sneaky peeks like double Ds,
Like Dhalsim, stretching my rubber feet,
Mind on my money and my money on my honey B,
We mash it up like mushy peas,
OAPs wanna squeeze on my chubby cheeks,
Cover me, if you dig it like discovery,
Picking up the subtleties and spitting up the summaries.
Yo, I gotta do what I do,
I gotta do me, and you gotta do you,
Pull the pins out my body, I don't want your Voodoo,
Gimme room, gimme room, gimme room,
Yo, I gotta do what I do,
If I didn't do me, then you'd be like "Who?"
Stomping round the place like I'm wearing new shoes,
Gimme room, gimme room, gimme room.
I got the poison, I got the antidote,
I think I'd rather take the noise than the gram of coke,
Aint Mandy we Manilow, phat like Jacamo,
Real to the unreal, Bambi to antelope,
Kill a sound, tag a toe, letting all the blaggers know,
We keep a head warm like a beanie man, yagga yo,
To and forth, back and fro, nod it til you snap a bone,
We're gonna clean up, so where's the Marigolds?
Sweet like Haribo, loose like baggy clothes,
Roar like saxophones, shaking up your bag of bones,
With your makeup, well face up to acetone,
Twice as nice and half the price of a Napa show,
Tap a toe, spread the word through the manifold,
Aint the cameo demo on your Casio,
Smack a clone, my phattest flows'll put a crack in Jabba's throne,
Breath fire, blow smoke through my dragon nose.
Yo, we gotta do what we do,
We gotta do us, and you gotta do you,
Pull the pins out the body, we don't need the Voodoo,
Give us room, Give us room, Give us room,
Yo, we gotta do what we do,
If we didn't do us, then you'd be like "Who?"
Stomping round the place like we're wearing new shoes,
Give us room, Give us room, Give us room,
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Dr.G (Inst.)
03:32
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