Late Heavy Bombardment has been recorded, mixed and mastered in Bristol by Mr.Woodnote & Arkist and will be hitting Walk-Men in September 2015.
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lyrics
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,
credits
from Late Heavy Bombardment,
released November 16, 2015
Mr.Woodnote (Production, Saxophone, EWI, Beatbox)
Lil Rhys (Vocals)
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