Throw yaw v's up / what Throw yaw v's up / huh Throw yaw v's up / what Throw yaw v's up / huh Throw yaw v's up / what Throw yaw v's up / huh Flip 'em there in the sky Let me see 'em real high, singing Up, up and away We're going higher now Up, up and away You better not look down Up, up and away You up for dying now? Up, up and away We diving out Up and away We're going higher now Up, up and away The doors are sliding now Up, up and away You up for dying now? Up, up and away We're diving out! -----------Verse 1----------- Cut the cord, fuck it I'm a danger to the public Jumping out of planes on a budget Free-fall Land on Lebanon soil Ready for war, machetes and more Then realise I'm in Britain It's just that everyone's poor Each and every person submerged in Turbans, stockings and hoodies Rocks and wood, people rocking police cars Robbing up Currys Smashing doors and windows of shops in a flurry Hopping, scurrying to grab all they can't afford to cop in the sales?? I just buy a chocolate Mcflurry, burger and coke Sit back on the parachute pack and watch England swallow itself And choke Try flip it on the public? Rubbish It's what they get for putting us on a budget They fucked it Think you need a job? You never did The government's swelling with pin-headed pricks Ready with a shed load of benefits Just buy a telly, sit back with a six-pack 'til your belly's big Jog in to the Job Centre in PJ's and never give a shit They probably want me to quieten down But they can't catch me when I'm flying around Dropping more songs than they are bombs on foreign grounds You wanna know the frequency? Check the sonograms Or count the number of stages I left as craters across the land -----------CHORUS----------- Throw yaw v's up / what! Throw yaw v's up / yo Throw yaw v's up / c'mon Throw yaw v's up / huh? Throw yaw v's up / what! Throw yaw v's up / haha Flip 'em there in the sky Let me see 'em real high, singing Up,up and away We're going higher now Up, up and away You better not look down Up, up and away You up for dying now? Up, up and away We diving out! -----------Verse 2----------- People think living the dream's having a million things to buy I think living the dream's living extreme 'til you sink or fly Having money ain't half as fun as what you can do with it I'm proving it, losing it all while smiling like Ludacris I need a high-on-life chick that I can ride-and-fly wit' Always by my side but nothing like a smiley sidekick A fine chick, as mad as I am, to walk around with holding hands Falling out a plane to land on golden sands, like "Here we go!" When we're boarding in an Austrian mountain She's happy to bounce in a deserted cabin to work on her 'backside grabbing' 'til the cabin collapses, causing avalanches And massive land slips that gives kids panic attacks A chick that steals my heart so bad I need to make a cardiac arrest Band her wrists with a bandanna while I pat down her salopettes Bond with my Bond Girl, we'll dominate the world Suicidal, a honey with a body to die for, bruh! -----------CHORUS----------- Throw yaw v's up / what Throw yaw v's up / yo Throw yaw v's up / c'mon Throw yaw v's up / yeah? Throw yaw v's up / v's up Throw yaw v's up / hahaha Flip 'em there in the sky Let me see 'em real high, singing Up, up and away We're going higher now Up, up and away You better not look down Up, up and away You up for dying now? Up, up and away Cry it out, y'all Up and away We're going higher now Up, up and away The doors are sliding now Up, up and away You up for dying now? Up, up and away We diving out, y'all, huh!

Yo How should I get it started? Fuck it, just get it started Like Method Man, here's your lesson plan With your weekly target "Prove who hits the hardest" I'd rather jump in the dump And fashion me a trash emcee That would spit me less garbage Than half of these battery-sapped wack cavalry cats That gather cheap tracks, like second-hand Adidas slacks Like the bad Marshall Mathers Relapse Be grateful for you Recovery Came suited in black tie And ended up in casual-tee Hate my rhymes, 'cause they don't taste of Grime? You're just a belt made of watches What a fuckin waist of time And y'all think I'm constipated 'cause I don't give a shit? I have genetic diarrhoea kid, it runs in my jeans Fruity punch lines have you beat to a pulp Must be bananas if you think I couldn't eat you in a gulp Crossed the line? How can that be? I stuck it up your ass cheeks And had you spitting shit lines all last week, fuckaa! Everybody in here (Listen up, y’all) It's time for you to stand clear (Your fists are up? Bruh...) You don't want a bar fight (We love the buzz) So you'd better play your cards right (And fuck with us) Say you're in here for some action Keep pressing me, ya sure as Hell gonna have some Best believe you'd better Back up off me before I go crazy And tell me again are you friend or foe I'm blowing up like atom bombs Transition from 'tag along' Can't stand sitting, ambition's something I've never sat upon Watch the hands ticking My plan thickens, I gather songs Homie spit 'em like napalm, slowly slipping my cape on Get ya' decks, I'm finna get ya ears pumping Like Britney spear jumping around Wearing a pair of Sketcher treads Acting bold the way you're wigging out There ain't no friggin doubt You fools and clowns couldn't draw a crowd If I gave you an Etcher Sketch Why do so many emcees all sound like they're the same? Spitting similar punch lines for all these hair-brains Stop the drums drumming to let you know a shit pun's coming, like "Now I'm fly, so fly..." "Airplane" Guest rappers fill the total tracks duration I duet with myself like vocal masturbation 'Cause my sex drive's so frantic I travel the land, skip across the Atlantic Virgin Everybody in here (Listen up, y’all) It's time for you to stand clear (Your fists are up? Bruh..) You don't want a bar fight (We love the buzz) So you'd better play your cards right (And fuck with us) Say you're in here for some action Keep pressing me, ya sure as Hell gonna have some Best believe you'd better Back up off me before I go crazy And tell me again are you friend or foe What is cataclysm? Is it when 'Cap is given a track to spit 'n He raps with such precision That it makes the atom split in two Causing a black hole? Panic-ridden inhabitants of the planet Driven to extinction? What an asshole Mad-Cap / MC The letters are blowing up Just call me a male-bomb Show me some love, or I'll Crash into your limousine Smashing through the window screen Shove glass into your liver, spleen and Blast you into smithereens Warning to anyone stealing my wealth away Like a recovering sex addict I'm not feeling myself today So don't test me Just bum out in your sweaty vesty Yelling 'Jerry' at terrestrial telly sets From your messy settee See, life's like Jenna Jameson It sucks to be alive Barely enough to keep surviving Fuck the luxuries you buy, bring me A bottle of whisky A shot full of Fifty A model that's frisky And bring that fucking chorus in Everybody in here (Listen up, y’all) It's time for you to stand clear (Your fists are up? Bruh..) You don't want a bar fight (We love the buzz) So you'd better play your cards right (And fuck with us) Say you're in here for some action Keep pressing me, ya sure as Hell gonna have some Best believe you'd better Back up off me before I go crazy And tell me again are you friend or foe

Hardcore Spinning on the stage like it's cardboard Art form Filling up the place like a dark storm Fear's got nothing on me Busting on beats, colour of MC blood upon me Cause I spit with velocity that shifts with ferocity Victim across the tee stitched in philosophy Chuck your famous threads Cut the name it says They plucked your brain and fed The fucking thing with lead Victim does my stitching up, that's all that I need Ain't gotta be branded, I've landed and caught up to speed Feeling free as a Kiwi hitting the beach with the waves You're welcome to join me if you can keep up the pace But you gotta find what your limit is And then diminish it And finish it before it finished you That's when you represent to the fullest No bullshit Ain't got a choice, scream at the top of your voice 'til you lose it When you reach the peak of the Pyrenees and hear our beats, scream Aww yeah, I like that joint Feel the bass jumping, heart rate's pumping, y'all better say something Aww yeah, I like that joint Splash around in sound waves that crash down Like we're soaring in the roaring of an avalanche cloud When adrenaline's entering your veins buzzing your brain, scream Aww yeah, I like that joint Forget copping a fat cheque, I'm dropping a fat set That has you moshing and rocking so much you stop to catch your- 'for your heart cracks your chest, charges out of your vest Blows a speaker, bounces off the wall and smashing the decks The catastrophic calamity cannot be contained Catching Cap is like catching Candy Man with a sugar cane If you hook his frame, you'll have his hook in your brain If you think I mean hook as in sing-along, better look again A low live living the high life by the fly of the dice To try to stop my life idling by From breaking into cars aged 11, taking cassette tapes, spare change Tape decks and papossesions To being 26 and barely paying the rent I've been a bonafide thrill seeker with a raging obsession To getting a buzz any way that I can Travel the land like spider man with a harness in hand Swinging from ropes and ripping the flows, owning the map, jack From the snow to the track, you're knowing that's a fact Because you reach the peak of the Pyrenees hearing our beats, screaming Aww yeah, I like that joint Feel the bass jumping, heart rate's pumping, y'all better say something Aww yeah, I like that joint Splash around in sound waves that crash down Like we're soaring in the roaring of an avalanche cloud When adrenaline's entering your veins buzzing your brain, scream Aww yeah, I like that joint I'm a renegade-stunting, never-obey-nothing Centre-stage-crumpling mega grenade, unpinned Like rebels bass jumping, I'm ready to break something Then Rezonate comes in, treble and bass pumping Blaw, click click, blaw - it's the cap gun Packed with raw energy, ready for action 6 million ways to die, I choose none I'd rather live first and die from the last one Sliding those doors, surviving close calls Like guys on snowboards skydiving with no cords Who gives a fuck if the toggles broke, we all gotta go This is the way I wanna bro, so, Geronimo Kamikaze, like the Japanese army Jacking a Kawasaki 10 and crashing in the back on an RV Live fast and die young, kick ass and fly, son Know when they're slowing you down, rip past and fry them When you reach the peak of the Pyrenees and hear our beats, scream Aww yeah, I like that joint Feel the bass jumping, heart rate's pumping, y'all better say something Aww yeah, I like that joint Splash around in sound waves that crash down Like we're soaring in the roaring of an avalanche cloud When adrenaline's entering your veins buzzing your brain, scream Aww yeah, I like that joint

You tell the children they can be what they aspire to become Just take aim on the target and start firing the gun But your lying to your sons and daughters By the time they're wise enough to see it They've invested all their life in some futile stunt Take me, I'm sitting on this park bench with a rumbling stomach Worked three jobs today, now find myself on a cliff face Try'na conjure the courage to lunge from it, tumble and plummet Plunging to my death because of a life I just can't stomach The disappointment of this is poignant A twisted story of a kid that's toyed with 'til his very existence is poison 'Til I'm crushing money spiders, shitting on pigeons Stepping on cracks Drubbing four leaf cloves, bricking all mirrors, pennies thrown back I'm giving up, not wishing for luck anymore Fuck any door that opens up, telling me to ‘up and leap forth’ Inducing me to stop the scrutiny and seize the opportunity When it sees me trust it foolishly it completely drops the roof on me Ambition's gone, I can feel it while I script this song The plastic Bic I palm, suddenly weighs a frickin ton And I'm a ticking bomb Exhausted all my routes except for one Gripping on the thinnest ray of hope I'm slipping from I've been doing this shit for too long Living on too many futons Housing couches, sofa beds, open spreads, gotta move on From the vicious circle, wishing work'll fall on my lap And hit a curve ball Shift from working shift of scrubbing dishes up and Teaching martial arts, barely breaking even Failing even to pay the cheapened hall hire with the quid I earn I'm forever try'na make ends clash, to the point my funds crashed And I watched my club collapse Now I'm on my last leg, the St Paul's class is dead My music's fast bled, and rent is taking my last bread? Fuck life. I'm sick of it. Try'na fight a good fight at this point in my life is ignorant Like launching an attack when you're at your weakest Feet slipping, I try to keep swinging, but I'm already defeated Like, "don't stop!" But can you blame me? When you haven't felt the pain Resulting from a decade of forcing a belief in yourself against all odds Even when that voice in your head is saying to quit, you smile like "Knock it off" Surprising yourself with the tenacity, you won't quit You'll last, you just need focus and your talent to be noticed But maybe the voice isn't your enemy, maybe it's your friend Telling you "please stop, the dream you have won't end as you intend" Maybe the voice isn't your enemy, maybe it's your friend, screaming "why spend your life building something when it ends at your expense?" We are the children of the storm Wings are broken, sails are torn Born with souls of fire and flame And a voice that cries of rain but Time will not heal No, time will not heal Time will not heal

Pleasure is like a living pill for the sick and ill The prescription fills the hole, making you feel whole For as long as you're getting thrills But you notice it slip away the moment you're sitting still Your skin starts to itch, you start to twitch And feel the prickling chill When things are heating up, they tell me to calm it down Fuck calming it down, I'd rather pound the stage for the crowd Than face the pains I harbour now Applauds start to sound like waterfalls charging down Carving out ravines in my soul, but it drowns the harshness out See, I'm host to an addictive gene that murdered half my family And now it's after me, I can feel it toying with my sanity Asking me when I'll finally pack it in and drop my fantasy Of a life without this anger eating me from the inside out I scratch and I peal my flesh, strip it back to reveal an exit Hacking a fresh bit to expose the monster to the sunlight But this ones likes me on the inside, it's cold, dark and empty Feel it tapping into my lifeline and listening to my heartbeat There are two main reasons why man loses contact with the regulating centre of his soul. One of them is that some single instinctive drive or emotional image can carry him into a one-sidedness that makes him lose his balance, that I have mentioned only indirectly up 'til now. We saw before that the shadow may be based or evil; an instinctive drive that one ought to overcome. In fact, whenever a human being genuinely turns to the inner world and tries to know himself by following the expressions of his own objective nature, such as dreams and genuine fantasies, then sooner or later the self emerges. But the dark side of the self is the most dangerous thing of all, precisely because the self is the greatest power in the psyche. The Monster inside me, the Dark Knight of the Soul, The Shadow Self, whatever you wanna call it, it's evolved Growing as I decay, flowing inside my veins Choking my mind, a Trojan virus soaking my wired frame It pokes and it violates, it coaxes, defiles, taints And twists my arm 'til the bone up inside it breaks I've never been known to shy away, But the only way I know to escape Is through distractions Pleasure seeking, ever reaching for that buzz But the pressure's peaking on the measure-meter Sweltering in the desert heat So I book a flight by borrowing money I don't have Run to the mountains and disappear up a quiet path The altitude making me feel high at last I walk and I walk 'til my legs are breaking Strength is caving, head is aching Tears in my eyes from the childlike expectations Of life so mockingly mismatched with the dissatisfaction Of my present, future and the shit that has happened And so I ride Going where I go, just flowing with the snow The monster sleeps, knowing I'll come home with debt And an emotional overflow, that if it's lucky enough to get its way And match reality with its expectations Could yet again be the cause of another overdose Or so it hopes

Standing in the line-up in wait Feeling so hyped I could shake See the queue moving ahead Then I slide up a space Get to the front, flash my card And climb through the gate Soon as I'm in I'm on the white flake Time to escape The work, home, stress, bills, life as a whole Addiction itching at my system and inviting my soul Ain't trying to hold out any longer, I ain't strong enough The journey was long and tough but I'm here now and I want the rush On the cusp, lock the door, throw away the key Going straight to my knees grab a load of the sacred freeze I need just a credit card to hack up the snow Rack up the debt? Fuck it bro, why stack up the doe, when you can be Flying in Class A, living life in the fast lane Roll up like a pro, I'm ready to hit the next lift Enter my own bubble that takes me high as a sess spliff Bubble lifts me off the ground, up up and away Feel the blood rush in my veins, a drug buzzing my brain I'm thinking another lift and I'll be reaching the peak To the point I can barely feel my mouth or even speak Carving a white line, one heck of a thick strip Then lean forward, breathe deep and prep for the big kick I'm addicted, addicted, addicted Addicted, addicted, addicted To the buzz / To the buzz 'Til it breaks me I won't give it up Addicted, addicted, addicted Addicted, addicted, addicted To the buzz / To the buzz 'Til it kills me I don't give a… huh! My life's going downhill, but that's the way I want it Follow the fall line or fall behind, I choose to bomb it Zoom across it supersonic amped up on speed No handcuffs on me, y’all can't crush the free I'm Special without a Force A rebel without a pause A devil without the horns I meddle without awards Til I feel like I'm falling for days, soaring in space Fear's gone, spirit's brought to life, I'm air-born Flying in Class A, living life in the fast lane Like whirlwinds my world spins with every jump I'm pushing the product to the limit with every pump Getting drunk on the hunt for the ultimate high Holding a slice of the zest of life, a-salt-in' the sky Slam it down on the bar, watch it slide to the other side A mission, I can't stop, ain't even gonna try, man I'm keeping it sped up to hit the ride right 'Cause speed is the method on crystallised ice 'Speed is the Method on Crystallised Ice' I'm addicted, addicted, addicted Addicted, addicted, addicted To the buzz / To the buzz 'Til it breaks me I won't give it up Addicted, addicted, addicted Addicted, addicted, addicted To the buzz / To the buzz 'Til it kills me I don't give a… huh! I see a chick getting high, busting gnarly as fuck moves Goes from jumping and tricking to carving it up huge I watch her backside, how she whips it around The way she dips her hips to the ground, the chick should be crowned Another babe grinds on the pole ripping her style up Girls are envious, wishing they were that wild, but It takes a lot of spirit that they haven't got in them If they took a couple shots they'd be grabbing and spinning like me I'm so high I'm getting altitude sickness Gonna get another lift 'for I hit the pipe And complete my inner mission, release my inhibition Feel the snow freeze blow, sweet stuff, the happy dust White powder face from lines that I'm hacking up Music's in my ears, the bass runs through my veins Feel it pumping in my system straight into my brain Suddenly I'm tumbling, try to stand, don't have a chance Snow's hitting me hard, it's a fucking avalanche! I'm addicted, addicted, addicted Addicted, addicted, addicted To the buzz / To the buzz 'Til it breaks me I won't give it up Addicted, addicted, addicted Addicted, addicted, addicted To the buzz / To the buzz 'Til it kills me I don't give a… huh! Like a wild animal in a cage The rage bangs on the wall of my frame Laughing and calling my name It's like the time between the highs, I've barely existed With voices in my head telling me to get lifted "Get lifted, Get lifted, Get lifted, Get lifted"