1. |
Throw Yaw V's Up
03:10
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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!
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2. |
Friend or Foe
03:39
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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
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3. |
I Like That Joint
03:46
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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
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4. |
The Voice
03:07
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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
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5. |
Shadow Self
03:23
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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
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6. |
Addicted
04:23
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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"
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