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DBMSeaz
03:54
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Evol MC:
I need a crank so I can pedal out my lazy brain and trust is but a word that still means fuck all when I'm in the drain, and whats the point, to slave yourself and chase a coin I'd rather keep myself in debt and be that really silly boy, there's no joy floating through the depths it's just decoys waiting on the perfect opportunity to deploy, multiple voices that lead me from my choices and I got a second of my time for rejoicing, I can't lie either man I shoulda took the test (pfffft) stuck in this dump is definitely where I best fit, people are two faced and seem to persist, but they're not really meaning what they're saying for shit, so I say fuck ye's all, these words are my thoughts, the way I show my feelings when I say I'm happy but I'm really not, and twisted visions flood my eye sight in daylight, everything you've told me in the past I would say's shite
Danny Droppit
I grab the mic and fight you with it
Style is samurairaglyphics
Ram the hype right down yer gillet then
Drive it back don’t mind the divots
If ye need a hole in one I’ll give it
Eyes closed I still won’t miss it
Wine flowin head rollin
Bed moanin and I’ll still shiv it
Pop shuv it 360 degree
feeble across a tree
Free fall down a v then
Landin on my feet but break my knees
I put the flora on yer gee
Clear it up with a gram of g
Like off the psilocybin
Come back and give ye HIV
Ned Stark here more than I’ll see until momentum starts
Barkin on arcaic rhythms
Get perceptions blown apart
This is my art flingin
Sharpened heat seekin darts
Darken the beats and see me eatin sharks
Serve them like a la carte
Don’t act like you got a plan I’ve got a million kilograms of pressure in my left hand see me throwing tantrums like a wake jam yop check yer face sham get in the Van
Hang you off the bridge like Vanne damme or Bam McCann
Jay Suttin
Once upon an overused clichéd turn of phrase
I won the turner prize for getting off my face
Crazed young man glint a mako in his eye
Kept his finger on the trigger since Colecovision died
That's me straight up balls out no fronts
more drugs yes please sniff it up n dunk cups
N Fuck cops naw but really fuck cops
Get your trotters out my pocket little piggy get gone
Part 2 new drop TYL
Press play kick back hear that smell
Feel the norfkoast blast on your face n chest
N seaz is up next he makes a helluva mess
Clean up in aisle 1, 2468
smoother than a silk slip you men are more like grip tape
Flip sake little piss take mistake cursed from his first day
I Burn em on my first take
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Take your lickin's
04:53
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This is TYL where we show how to rap good
Come n learn a lesson from the Norths best rap group
ain't enough to be the best amongst a cosy few
I want a fiver in a card a sticker n a trophy too
Switch up quicken the flow n ride the beat a bit
Double the words, thicken the verse n set the heads to bob with it
Be Bringin the shine One of a kind leading the line king a the pride
Top a the pile, wink n a smile digits deep in all a the pies
Oven baked patter then I got the golden crust
You get the wooden spoon n you can suck the crumbs
Wee buns scones fifteens n Jaffa cakes
Strap ye up with gaffa tape n stuff ye in the microwave
..beep beep that's done on to the next one
I'm the type a cunt to put a yawn in your neck son
Cause n affect of the call of your bake you should pause n reflect cos your walking the steps wrong
(chorus)
Evol MC
it's the fuck fuck shit cunt pissing on your property I'm trying to write my name but I just canny write it properly, I'll pass ye a cigarette and take it off of ye, cause I'm a fucking bastard and the dirt's hanging off of me, and even if I put your ma in poverty she'd still be calling me sweet like I'm a box of strawberries, i'll hold her cunt at fist point, yelling this is robbery, next time I call round tell her its head she has to offer me, I am the monarchy, buy all my stationary, work as my slaves while I sun bathe in a conservatory, the best in all categories, having a bit of a laugh at ye, you think your crew is but you belong in a portable lavatory, I had a dirty fuck about at glastonbury, with people nodding their heads and shaking hands with me, they said they liked the words and they liked the beats, I said cheers lads get the drugs passed to me
Danny Droppit
No regrets even when I’m screaming phone the medics I’m eatin heaps of psychedelics just to get rid of these headaches see I’m a society skeptic mainly because of their ethics so whenever they flaunt their aesthetics I turn away in hysterics
I sniff too much grams it’s left me stupidly vexed on what to do with my hands unless it’s studio or bed I use the bass for the breasts and then I strangle her with my treble clef
Amplify the organs till I go blind or deaf so spit your best rhyme I’ll come back at it ten times
Dump tackle your waistline
Run a hundred miles and score a try
I sniff a kiloline like I don’t care if I die and now the chance of my survival’s like a million to nine
Don’t listen to their rambling they’re like banana shaped scaffolding won’t help the culture with their rapping and now the whole structures collapsing
Feel like slapping Charlie Chaplin kicking his teeth under the captioning a hundred years since that speech
Still the same shit keeps happening
(chorus)
iLL Cast
Ima Captivating
Class of heathen
Cant contain myself/
Past repeating
Bastard beating
All his feelings in a shell
Plastered meetings
battered demons
To the ceiling on his cel
Im a Captivating
Class of heathen
Cant contain myself/
Past repeating
Bastard beating
All his feelings in a shell
Plastered meetings
battered demons
To the ceiling on his cell
Awoke a Soul
A couple life times older
feeling well..... nice
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Lets journey through the pipe line
Destination right side
Freedom from the zeit guiest
Frightened by your trends
When the lifelessness ends/
I'll be enlightened by the zen
Freelance Midus with a pen/
So Sigh
And Take a sniff of this yang!
Vibrate at my frequency
And meet me in the sky/
You met'a.. V for vendetta
With a little less ambition
A much bigger beard
An a front tooth missin
Your ego's looking tatty
I'm Intrigued by what the scam are/
I'm carving mine to bits
Staked the spare parts up in a jam jars/
Placed em in a mosaic portrait
In ascendance/
Shedin' dead weight mind states
Sedated with my gremlins
Awoke a Soul
A couple life times older
feeling well..... nice
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Now Lets journey through the pipe line
Destination right side
Freedom from the zeit guiest
Frightened by your trends
When the lifelessness ends/
I'll be enlightened by the zen
Freelance Midus with a pen/
So Sigh
And Take a sniff of things yang!
Vibrate at my frequency
And meet me in the sky/
You met'a.. V for vendetta
With a little less ambition
A much bigger beard
An a front tooth missin
Your ego's looking tatty
I'm Intrigued by what the scam are/
I'm carving mine to bits
Staked the spare parts up in a jam jars/
Placed em in a mosaic portrait
In ascendance/
Shedin' dead weight mind states
Sedated with my gremlins
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Arcane Soakes
Invade the echo chamber something like a razors edge
face of sweat for these space cadets
burn bridges through the grave yard never to make amends
cus they don't wanna take charge they just wanna take offence
breaking bread congregate in bohemian groves
i give up accessibility only deviants know legislation is a necessary evil
there's a fine line between obedient and obsequious though hypersensitivity got us living in unusual times, can't stand em
super seance got our shoes in their spine solutions inscribe a neutron signal of a musical vibe calligraphy on my bedroom wall i got a beautiful mind good die young does that mean every aborted foetus would've been born a genius
Jay Suttin
As I sit here on this aul settee
N reminisce about the so fars n frames n scenes
I Draw a picture a me on the back a your jeans
With a UTH flag screaming fuck the queen
I got this shit stitched up tight or sew it seems
I got the battles plan in place for more than half a these teams
I be scoring in threes you while pray for clean sheets
But when I'm in your head before your bed im wetting these dreams
So YO..here you gone do as I say
Sit on my knee roll me a jay
Play with my beard n tickle my balls
While i trip the light fantastic with the drips on these walls
Cos if it makes you happy then increase the dose
Mr suttin its your doctor
there's something you should know
He sat me down n said yknow this bastard shits hereditary
I finger banged his face n toul him aye it fuckn better be
Kronus
Danny Droppit
I'm spitting death rhymes
that cost a major record label hefty fines
but yer dead inside
it bitterly sweetens like i pressed a lime
i stretch a line and then condense like intestines
ferment the wine to henny and threaten to drop it any time
Crying cuz your regretting who your reppin stop sweating
you cretins couldn't climb up to the level i was set in
i step in to the session in a teary blood and sweat suit
question every method of every lesson from my youth
so spit some juicy goo and everything'll be tickety-boo
or i'm a lyrically do to you something i'd never literally do
then you'll get physically abused, spiked with an acid tab or 2
cuz my extremest views are only here to help you
like who the fuck told ye its wrong to swear i bet you they don't care
except for the thoughts of the people out there, who don't care
except for the thoughts of the people out there like atoms to planets
the tapestries abstract to each layer
i'm wrestling with bears while I'm riding on a bull
harmonious tunes between the goo and bad wolves
i get molested by cocanian ghouls erect confessions from repression ate spools, Dark as the night sure its an enlightening tool
your like a bark with no bite son, or a fart when no shite comes
you piss out your tongue, spit a bar but its not one
super star DUMB of course we be the raw ones
steve loc, DBMC's break out the big guns
Evol MC
Who, Forms the Irish hip hop scene? US, Who, busts nuts in the triangle? US, who, fucks ye with the lights on? US, disco biscuits munched and I don’t bother my cunt, I, cross the country like I’m Collin McRae, stop during play, and hope to fuck they offer to pay, I’ll be going the wrong way but it’s sweet like a sorbet, so get on your knees I ain’t got the time for foreplay, and no will be the answer, cause Corey love’s a wanker, I’ll be sitting at the after party drinking outta tankers with a spliff in one ear and a tube in the other, hands on your ma’s legs spreading them like butter, I’ll find the family bakery and paint the fucking shutters, I’ll talk with a limp and walk with three stutters I’m, not your mucker so get out of my dish I’ll pull my arse hairs out, and start shouting at a fish
Jay Suttin
Jay
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4. |
Gowlin'
04:52
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5. |
Price of a 10 glass
04:12
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6. |
Happiness ft Steve Loc
04:54
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7. |
Tingle
05:29
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8. |
Dsgraceful ft Dsgrace
02:55
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10. |
Runt ft Mackers
04:06
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11. |
Gaye shit
04:21
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12. |
Rock, paper
04:03
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13. |
Cirque du noir
02:35
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14. |
PG ft Steve Loc
04:24
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15. |
Hangover Blues
03:22
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16. |
Bikin' in the 'burbs
04:40
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17. |
Cannibal
02:19
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18. |
The Geddon
02:43
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