Ha! So the Joker's locked away in the asylum
Methinks things are gonna become quite violent
I believe, he slipped a trick inside his sleeve
And his desire to leave is non-existent till he's
Played a game malicious hide and seek
With sticks and dynamite and TNT
But what's that silhouette that you can see?
In the half-light to the dark night
You might just find the Dark Knight
Savage as a shark bite
To the other rappers who can't just quite do this
You see the truth is
I leap from roofs with
A really ruthless steez
I leave you toothless please
You silly doofus
I'll give you a Chinese burn
And I don't mean Confucius
Dead inside a little urn
I'll twist your arm
Until the skin is rather irritated
My methods of torture are really unsophisticated
To the most complicated machinations
To mash your face in
With patterned lacerations that are fascinating
And as my grapple hangs my batarang'll batter gangs
I brang the thang to make you say this can't be happenstance
The blackest avalanche, and as Dan's an anagram of "and"
I'll crick your spine and leave twisted like an ampersand
Feeling squiffy like you're getting high in Amsterdam
The neon city light'll emphasize the fact your damned
Nanananananana
Nanananananana
Batman, Batman
If Commissioner Gordon didn't ignore the dissonant warnings
Than it'd have surely been a different story
All together for the better
The prisoners all lead a sinister life a criminal orgy
Living inside a wicked and vile despicable isle
Sicker than bile
But it's evident I'm a vigilant militant
Willing to kill them with brilliant diligent skill and the guile
Of a killer with infinite style
Jack White is quite insane, and while I'm fighting Bane
I find a titan-like strain flowing rife inside his veins
It's the same the Joker's trying to synthesise in doses high as planes
I'm tired of games, It's time for change
To time to take is smile away, hey
How long has Killer Croc been a cock?
My trap'll leave him reeling like a spinning top
And I willn't stop until his locked up in a box
Sit and watch me fighting pound for pound with Poison Ivy
A vigilante plant antidote without my boys behind me
Horticulture's not the sort of culture to be taken lightly
I take an eighth of titan now I'm feelin' slightly hyphy
I might be quite that as high that I can see inside me psyche
Me, I'm so fly that I can fly, crikey
Nanananananana
Nanananananana
Batman, Batman
Iron Man Mode lyrics - Dan Bull
Computer games are gettin' too easy these days (Why?)
For each mistake we just reload and resave
In the meek way that they were never meant to be played
We need to cease placin' emphasis on Seagate
Be brave, and implement a higher plan, of gaming and never saving
The name is Iron Man
I want an adrenaline overload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
Never save gameplay, never reload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
If there is no risk, then there's no reward
Slave to the save, throw your overlords overboard
Computer mutiny through the screen's new to me
Dan and a cannon canning any man that shoots at me
Napoleonic flows Bonaparte
Leaving loads of foes blown apart
No comeback Kenobi, Obi-Wan
For one life only, lonely heart
No reloadin', you can only restart
This is Iron Man Mode and I am Tony Stark
Ha!
I want an adrenaline overload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
Never save gameplay, never reload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
You'll realize real life is irreplaceable
No three strikes; this isn't baseball
Your bones are breakable, your foes'll break 'em all
They'll take the opportunity by any means available
To demonstrate that your remains are quite biodegradable
If you're incapable to comprehend mortality
I advocate the remedy of permanent fatality
I want an adrenaline overload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
Never save gameplay, never reload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
I want an adrenaline overload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
Never save gameplay, never reload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
It's time that gamers got their balls back
Who's with me?
Put your balls in the air if you're with me!
For each mistake we just reload and resave
In the meek way that they were never meant to be played
We need to cease placin' emphasis on Seagate
Be brave, and implement a higher plan, of gaming and never saving
The name is Iron Man
I want an adrenaline overload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
Never save gameplay, never reload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
If there is no risk, then there's no reward
Slave to the save, throw your overlords overboard
Computer mutiny through the screen's new to me
Dan and a cannon canning any man that shoots at me
Napoleonic flows Bonaparte
Leaving loads of foes blown apart
No comeback Kenobi, Obi-Wan
For one life only, lonely heart
No reloadin', you can only restart
This is Iron Man Mode and I am Tony Stark
Ha!
I want an adrenaline overload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
Never save gameplay, never reload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
You'll realize real life is irreplaceable
No three strikes; this isn't baseball
Your bones are breakable, your foes'll break 'em all
They'll take the opportunity by any means available
To demonstrate that your remains are quite biodegradable
If you're incapable to comprehend mortality
I advocate the remedy of permanent fatality
I want an adrenaline overload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
Never save gameplay, never reload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
I want an adrenaline overload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
Never save gameplay, never reload
Iron Man Mode, Iron Man Mode
It's time that gamers got their balls back
Who's with me?
Put your balls in the air if you're with me!
Back To The Borderlands lyrics - Dan Bull
Go!
Hello, Pandora fans
I'd like to show my awesome plans
Hold on tight to your organs, glands
We're riding back to the Borderlands
When I hear that Gearbox
Are releasin' a sequel, my teardrops
Are uncontrollable
I'm inconsolable, but fear not
They're tears of joy, like me as a boy
After Christmas Eve when I see a box
I open it up and say "whoa" at the view
It's only overflowin' with loot
Lockin' and loadin', I know what to do
Now who am I going to shoot?
You, you're a pitiful prick
So I'm ripping you up with a critical hit
Funds improve my guns and loot
I'll use it if it'll fit
If it moves I'll shoot it, you tit
I'm a buzzard, you're a blue tit
I fly in the sky and it's fatal
Foes are lying disabled
A hole in their face; I'm reminded of bagels
I'm ever so slightly unstable
Me? I'm hardly an angel
Leave that to the Guardian Angel
This is the eighties, I'm Arnie
And painfully makin' your army unfaithful
Health and safety; watch your head
Heavy metal; lots of lead
But before I drop you dead
I'll shred you up like Dr. Zed
I said "Zed, let him in"
Led Zeppelin
Never played on David Letterman
Though that may be irrelevant
Nevertheless it's a hell of method of making it evident
Dan is the cleverest rapper
To ever use gamin' in tracks
Setting a precedent that wouldn't ever be bettered
Till weapons are made into raps
Eighty seven bazillion guns
A similar number of brilliant puns
Turn that to cash, gimme the funds
Back to back with my militant chums
I'm blastin' stacks of straps at prats
It's action packed ridiculous fun
If kills were calories, that'd be fattenin'
Fragging a skag and I'm baggin' and taggin' him
Having you laggin' and manically panicking
Man, is it actually happenin'?
Well, I'm an assassin assassinin' you
So if that is a fact then it has to be true
You're chatting Claptrap
So I should grab your nadsack and yank it
So your nads are dropping
Like the stock is on the NASDAQ
Asshat, don't answer back
Who the fuck is Handsome Jack?
You want how many grams of that?
I'll grind you like my ganja sack
I will be havin' you cryin' in agony
Violently crackin' your violin; Paganini
Meeny miny mo
More money, less problems
The bigger the gun, the less nonsense
I'm less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
Said I'm less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
Less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
I'm less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
I'm less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
Hello, Pandora fans
I'd like to show my awesome plans
Hold on tight to your organs, glands
We're riding back to the Borderlands
When I hear that Gearbox
Are releasin' a sequel, my teardrops
Are uncontrollable
I'm inconsolable, but fear not
They're tears of joy, like me as a boy
After Christmas Eve when I see a box
I open it up and say "whoa" at the view
It's only overflowin' with loot
Lockin' and loadin', I know what to do
Now who am I going to shoot?
You, you're a pitiful prick
So I'm ripping you up with a critical hit
Funds improve my guns and loot
I'll use it if it'll fit
If it moves I'll shoot it, you tit
I'm a buzzard, you're a blue tit
I fly in the sky and it's fatal
Foes are lying disabled
A hole in their face; I'm reminded of bagels
I'm ever so slightly unstable
Me? I'm hardly an angel
Leave that to the Guardian Angel
This is the eighties, I'm Arnie
And painfully makin' your army unfaithful
Health and safety; watch your head
Heavy metal; lots of lead
But before I drop you dead
I'll shred you up like Dr. Zed
I said "Zed, let him in"
Led Zeppelin
Never played on David Letterman
Though that may be irrelevant
Nevertheless it's a hell of method of making it evident
Dan is the cleverest rapper
To ever use gamin' in tracks
Setting a precedent that wouldn't ever be bettered
Till weapons are made into raps
Eighty seven bazillion guns
A similar number of brilliant puns
Turn that to cash, gimme the funds
Back to back with my militant chums
I'm blastin' stacks of straps at prats
It's action packed ridiculous fun
If kills were calories, that'd be fattenin'
Fragging a skag and I'm baggin' and taggin' him
Having you laggin' and manically panicking
Man, is it actually happenin'?
Well, I'm an assassin assassinin' you
So if that is a fact then it has to be true
You're chatting Claptrap
So I should grab your nadsack and yank it
So your nads are dropping
Like the stock is on the NASDAQ
Asshat, don't answer back
Who the fuck is Handsome Jack?
You want how many grams of that?
I'll grind you like my ganja sack
I will be havin' you cryin' in agony
Violently crackin' your violin; Paganini
Meeny miny mo
More money, less problems
The bigger the gun, the less nonsense
I'm less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
Said I'm less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
Less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
I'm less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
I'm less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
Dishonored lyrics - Dan Bull
Left to fester in a prison cell
This is livin' hell
But I've never been a fellow to just sit and dwell
On how they set me up
Said I killed the empress
My will for vengeance
Somewhat similar to my skills: it's endless
Distill the tension
Build momentum
Till the thrill's tremendous
I'm going to bring a world of pain to them
That's real relentless
They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds
A cold breath on their shoulder as death beckons
And shows them in this most fleeting of moments
There's no grave
Their remains are feeding the rodents
Now those close to them
Are grieving and broken
I leave the bereaved
With my deepest condolence
That's one more completed atonement
Closer to the Lord Regent
My meanest opponent
He's a treasonous Caesarless Brutus
Jesus, he's the evilest elitist Judas
He is leaving us diseased
I don't believe it's Lupus
These streets are heaving with the Weepers
Who are really ruthless
The old boys' club in an all-boys school
They control all of Dunwall
The Tallboys rule
I'm after Lady Boyle
So pass the baby oil
You need your nappy changin', man
My rappin' made you soil
Defecation
From a blend of dread and veneration
Of an assassinatin' rapper's devastation
A declaration
Destination: desolation
Defamation of your delegation
Desecration, desperation
A dedication
To the depravating, deformating
Depredation of your nation
Detonation
My reputation precedes me
Like I was played in a demonstration at E3
You couldn't easily beat me
I rake in loads of bone charms
Believe me, I'm beastly
I'll break your bones in both arms
Tonight
I'm bringing Dunwall to life
As I walk on water
Through Walls of Light
You heard the king
As the urchins sing
Revenge solves everything
Tonight
I'm bringing Dunwall to life
As I walk on water
Through Walls of Light
You heard the king
As the urchins sing
Revenge solves everything
Tonight
I'm bringing Dunwall to life
As I walk on water
Through Walls of Light
You heard the king
As the urchins sing
Revenge solves everything
Tonight
I'm bringing Dunwall to life
As I walk on water
Through Walls of Light
You heard the king
As the urchins sing
Revenge solves everything
Tonight
I'm bringing Dunwall to life
As I walk on water
Through walls of light
You heard the king
As the urchins sing
Revenge solves everything
This is livin' hell
But I've never been a fellow to just sit and dwell
On how they set me up
Said I killed the empress
My will for vengeance
Somewhat similar to my skills: it's endless
Distill the tension
Build momentum
Till the thrill's tremendous
I'm going to bring a world of pain to them
That's real relentless
They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds
A cold breath on their shoulder as death beckons
And shows them in this most fleeting of moments
There's no grave
Their remains are feeding the rodents
Now those close to them
Are grieving and broken
I leave the bereaved
With my deepest condolence
That's one more completed atonement
Closer to the Lord Regent
My meanest opponent
He's a treasonous Caesarless Brutus
Jesus, he's the evilest elitist Judas
He is leaving us diseased
I don't believe it's Lupus
These streets are heaving with the Weepers
Who are really ruthless
The old boys' club in an all-boys school
They control all of Dunwall
The Tallboys rule
I'm after Lady Boyle
So pass the baby oil
You need your nappy changin', man
My rappin' made you soil
Defecation
From a blend of dread and veneration
Of an assassinatin' rapper's devastation
A declaration
Destination: desolation
Defamation of your delegation
Desecration, desperation
A dedication
To the depravating, deformating
Depredation of your nation
Detonation
My reputation precedes me
Like I was played in a demonstration at E3
You couldn't easily beat me
I rake in loads of bone charms
Believe me, I'm beastly
I'll break your bones in both arms
Tonight
I'm bringing Dunwall to life
As I walk on water
Through Walls of Light
You heard the king
As the urchins sing
Revenge solves everything
Tonight
I'm bringing Dunwall to life
As I walk on water
Through Walls of Light
You heard the king
As the urchins sing
Revenge solves everything
Tonight
I'm bringing Dunwall to life
As I walk on water
Through Walls of Light
You heard the king
As the urchins sing
Revenge solves everything
Tonight
I'm bringing Dunwall to life
As I walk on water
Through Walls of Light
You heard the king
As the urchins sing
Revenge solves everything
Tonight
I'm bringing Dunwall to life
As I walk on water
Through walls of light
You heard the king
As the urchins sing
Revenge solves everything
Fly lyrics - Dan Bull (feat. Dave Brown)
[Dan Bull:]
Smith, Stiffy, Skitch, McTwist into
A kickflip, liptrick, quick switcheroo
You kids get pissed if we missed a few
But we got a frickin' big list of tricks to do
I'm like giving a nuke to Mr Magoo
Hit the big red button
Head buttin'
If you dispute
The only way I'll open my eyes to different views
Is when I'm ownin' the skies
360 degrees
Skatopia bred
Straight over your head
I can't skate so I play it from my sofa instead
While you're wearin' your Ray-bans
And getting a spray-tan
The British are rippin' up the American Wasteland
Dave and Dan are bringin' the skill
Singin' at will
I'd give my kingdom for a horse call me king of the hill
Rap's Richard the Third
Gap tricking with words
Ha
Bringing a flamingo
That isn't a bird
Smack
Hittin' the curb like my back wheel
But this isn't the certain Thug Life 2Pac feels
You won't be having your cap peeled
But I might crack a melon, acapella
And prepare your last meal
A bit of stalefish
You're not gettin' bailed, prick
So get on your bike
Lest you get your little tail-whipped
You failed to nail the trick
You've been derailed
And made to pale into insignificance
You silly little
I'm a Tony Hawk addict and I
Jump on my board, grab it and fly
Fly, fly, fly, fly
I'm a Tony Hawk addict and I
Jump on my board, grab it and fly
Fly, fly, fly, fly
[Dave Brown:]
First of all
I'd like to assure I'm all above board
But as gravity attests I tend to break laws
That's legality suppressed
When I space walk
So I'm always entertained, I'll never skate bored
Half work, half play
That 50/50 grind
But there's two games at stake
And that's the rap and the skate kind
When I hear a hater say that it's only a game
"Revert to manually skating"
What am I a cave man?
No way fam!
So don't give me that lip, trick
When I flip out, jump up and grab you you'll zip quick
I'll hit with a triple kickflip you over
So there's a high chance of a spine transfer
While I band this sick mix
I got them RSI rhymes
And if you disagree I'll be like
"No, comply"
While grindin' pipes for sure brought nostalgia
IF one more man misunderstands when I say
Tony Hawks Underground look
Smack that hipster
And break his indie nosebone
Hit him so hard, I'll press his X chromosome
Then get air so high I'll bring back a boatload of ozone
And tell him what I told Newton
Just give up and go home!
[Dan Bull:]
I'm a Tony Hawk addict and I
Jump on my board, grab it and fly
Fly, fly, fly, fly
I'm a Tony Hawk addict and I
Jump on my board, grab it and fly
Fly, fly, fly, fly
Smith, Stiffy, Skitch, McTwist into
A kickflip, liptrick, quick switcheroo
You kids get pissed if we missed a few
But we got a frickin' big list of tricks to do
I'm like giving a nuke to Mr Magoo
Hit the big red button
Head buttin'
If you dispute
The only way I'll open my eyes to different views
Is when I'm ownin' the skies
360 degrees
Skatopia bred
Straight over your head
I can't skate so I play it from my sofa instead
While you're wearin' your Ray-bans
And getting a spray-tan
The British are rippin' up the American Wasteland
Dave and Dan are bringin' the skill
Singin' at will
I'd give my kingdom for a horse call me king of the hill
Rap's Richard the Third
Gap tricking with words
Ha
Bringing a flamingo
That isn't a bird
Smack
Hittin' the curb like my back wheel
But this isn't the certain Thug Life 2Pac feels
You won't be having your cap peeled
But I might crack a melon, acapella
And prepare your last meal
A bit of stalefish
You're not gettin' bailed, prick
So get on your bike
Lest you get your little tail-whipped
You failed to nail the trick
You've been derailed
And made to pale into insignificance
You silly little
I'm a Tony Hawk addict and I
Jump on my board, grab it and fly
Fly, fly, fly, fly
I'm a Tony Hawk addict and I
Jump on my board, grab it and fly
Fly, fly, fly, fly
[Dave Brown:]
First of all
I'd like to assure I'm all above board
But as gravity attests I tend to break laws
That's legality suppressed
When I space walk
So I'm always entertained, I'll never skate bored
Half work, half play
That 50/50 grind
But there's two games at stake
And that's the rap and the skate kind
When I hear a hater say that it's only a game
"Revert to manually skating"
What am I a cave man?
No way fam!
So don't give me that lip, trick
When I flip out, jump up and grab you you'll zip quick
I'll hit with a triple kickflip you over
So there's a high chance of a spine transfer
While I band this sick mix
I got them RSI rhymes
And if you disagree I'll be like
"No, comply"
While grindin' pipes for sure brought nostalgia
IF one more man misunderstands when I say
Tony Hawks Underground look
Smack that hipster
And break his indie nosebone
Hit him so hard, I'll press his X chromosome
Then get air so high I'll bring back a boatload of ozone
And tell him what I told Newton
Just give up and go home!
[Dan Bull:]
I'm a Tony Hawk addict and I
Jump on my board, grab it and fly
Fly, fly, fly, fly
I'm a Tony Hawk addict and I
Jump on my board, grab it and fly
Fly, fly, fly, fly
Halo 4 lyrics - Dan Bull
Dawn
An ancient evil awakens
The galaxy's here for the takin'
We need more than police and a spaceship
To cease the Prometheans claimin' it (Yeah)
These evil assailants
Are leavin' the deepest abrasions
Without delimitations
Now Master Chief has been catching Z's
Since he last was seen on these screens
Now he's back and eager
To blast a piece
At the catastrophe that he sees
We
Thought the Forerunners had all done a runner
But the Covenant are currently ballin' like none other
Bummer
But somethin' doesn't add up there's another species and
They're bringin' beastly guns
The scattershot'll splat a lot of meaty chunks
So you better be backing off from the Prometheans, son
Far more than a Martian war
This calls for the Spartan-IV
No other corps is coming half as raw
Or packing such a frackin' massive arsenal
Cortana calls, who's she askin' for?
It's the MC MC styles galore
In a time of war
I'm the one-man remedy and I am called John-117
Back bigger than ever quicker and cleverer
Getting rid of the mess as if I'm an enema
I am bigger than Machinima
Or an IMAX image in a cinema
Though my enemies take no prisoners
I still escape fate like a space John Dillinger
Look, you prat these are just the facts
Me, I'm risin' skyward, thruster pack
And I'm rhymin; tight never cut you slack
Your head's just another nut to crack
And when it comes to nuts
I stuffed a sack with cojones galore
Enough to catch me a trophy of war, Custer's hat, so if you need a battle rap
This is just the track
Brap
Lyrically killin' the audience
As if I'm bringin' an Infinity ordnance
Then I rewind the track, respawn the chumps just to remind the fact Chief's awesomeness
I brought dreadful news
You're shot to bits
Dead, you lose
Lost, adrift
Reds and Blues not Bloods and Crips
So I hopped in my Warthog and crushed your whip
Pushed a clip into my rifle
Givin' you an eyeful of ammunition damagin' your vision man, I'm spiteful!
The rightful heir to the UNSC, I declare I'm too sexy!
When I say "Ho" you say " Yes, chief?"
I put the "I" in "chef" and I'm prepping up a recipe
Forget Reach, leave ODST
And go Forward unto Dawn you get me?
I should compose me a requiem theme
Nobody'd forget me then, we've
Re-entered the end of the rainbow, storm warning!
Tornado
So you better lay low because I say so
And wait for the payload, Halo!
Pay no dividends, take no prisoners
No matter how cray things go no giving up
I am bigger than Machinima
Or an IMAX image in a cinema
Though my enemies take no prisoners
I still escape fate like a space John Dillinger
If you're an alien or a being upon Earth
I'll battle you on any beat and leave you looking worse
If you're rapping to Infinity
I'll even push it further
(This first verse is a precursor)
An ancient evil awakens
The galaxy's here for the takin'
We need more than police and a spaceship
To cease the Prometheans claimin' it (Yeah)
These evil assailants
Are leavin' the deepest abrasions
Without delimitations
Now Master Chief has been catching Z's
Since he last was seen on these screens
Now he's back and eager
To blast a piece
At the catastrophe that he sees
We
Thought the Forerunners had all done a runner
But the Covenant are currently ballin' like none other
Bummer
But somethin' doesn't add up there's another species and
They're bringin' beastly guns
The scattershot'll splat a lot of meaty chunks
So you better be backing off from the Prometheans, son
Far more than a Martian war
This calls for the Spartan-IV
No other corps is coming half as raw
Or packing such a frackin' massive arsenal
Cortana calls, who's she askin' for?
It's the MC MC styles galore
In a time of war
I'm the one-man remedy and I am called John-117
Back bigger than ever quicker and cleverer
Getting rid of the mess as if I'm an enema
I am bigger than Machinima
Or an IMAX image in a cinema
Though my enemies take no prisoners
I still escape fate like a space John Dillinger
Look, you prat these are just the facts
Me, I'm risin' skyward, thruster pack
And I'm rhymin; tight never cut you slack
Your head's just another nut to crack
And when it comes to nuts
I stuffed a sack with cojones galore
Enough to catch me a trophy of war, Custer's hat, so if you need a battle rap
This is just the track
Brap
Lyrically killin' the audience
As if I'm bringin' an Infinity ordnance
Then I rewind the track, respawn the chumps just to remind the fact Chief's awesomeness
I brought dreadful news
You're shot to bits
Dead, you lose
Lost, adrift
Reds and Blues not Bloods and Crips
So I hopped in my Warthog and crushed your whip
Pushed a clip into my rifle
Givin' you an eyeful of ammunition damagin' your vision man, I'm spiteful!
The rightful heir to the UNSC, I declare I'm too sexy!
When I say "Ho" you say " Yes, chief?"
I put the "I" in "chef" and I'm prepping up a recipe
Forget Reach, leave ODST
And go Forward unto Dawn you get me?
I should compose me a requiem theme
Nobody'd forget me then, we've
Re-entered the end of the rainbow, storm warning!
Tornado
So you better lay low because I say so
And wait for the payload, Halo!
Pay no dividends, take no prisoners
No matter how cray things go no giving up
I am bigger than Machinima
Or an IMAX image in a cinema
Though my enemies take no prisoners
I still escape fate like a space John Dillinger
If you're an alien or a being upon Earth
I'll battle you on any beat and leave you looking worse
If you're rapping to Infinity
I'll even push it further
(This first verse is a precursor)
Summer Rain lyrics - Dan Bull
Open your little door
Step out into the downpour
Listen to the sound your
Listen to the sound your soul makes
As if it's soulmates
With the ground
The rain falls down
The ground
The rain falls down
To the floor
The summer rain has come again
The pavement sizzles like drizzling lemonade
Oh, and the sunlight seems unlikely
To be on my cheeks for one fine evening
There's nobody else around
Absence has a powerful sound
Blades of grass are fine enough to make a scalpel proud
Alka-Seltzer sizzle drizzle pelts the ground
I can't help myself but shout aloud
To tell the crowd
That while they're out, I'm out of bounds
I could flee till my knees hurt
Feel the breeze in my t-shirt
But there's so many aesthetically pleasing things here to see first
The summer rain has come again
The pavement sizzles like drizzling lemonade
Oh, and the sunlight seems unlikely
To be on my cheeks for one fine evening
Flowers bob, nod and rattle
Under fat drops of rain big as apples
And the street steams like a kettle, singing
Each bead a little a nettle, stinging
My skin in a million different places
Precipitation amidst the vegetation
The British air is changing
And sitting under parked cars there are kitties waiting
Watching me pace by
I stop and then say hi
The summer rain has come again
The pavement sizzles like drizzling lemonade
Oh, and the sunlight seems unlikely
To be on my cheeks for one fine evening
Could never sing, but I sang though; Dionysus
Air rang with the tang of a mango; delicious
Living in a fictitious middle English mangrove, that's been kissed
With the liquid sunshine that some find in Orlando
I hang under the jungle canopy
Catching an undiluted glimpse of clarity
Refracting through the prism imprisoning my sanity
For all the laws we're living in anarchy
Causing wars, it's giving me anomy
The rows of windows are frames inside a strange gallery
Of apathy
Inhabitants happily having tea
Warm water colours reality
Washes away the banality
The summer rain has come again
The pavement sizzles like drizzling lemonade
Oh, and the sunlight seems unlikely
To be on my cheeks for one fine evening
My hair is getting wetter
The air is getting fresher
Before the storm I'm sure I could barely bear the pressure out
But it's getting better now
It was one of those horribly hot days
The barometer's ominous clock face
Was something Hieronymus Bosch paints
From Shropshire to Gloucester to Warwickshire
Forests of conifers congregate like choristers
And praise displays of flowers as a florist does
Knowledge buds and blooms in the soil
Olives crushed producing an oil
To lubricate the mind
Illuminate and shine
A human ray of light
Right through the rain tonight
It just might quite save a life
The summer rain has come again
The pavement sizzles like drizzling lemonade
Oh, and the sunlight seems unlikely
To be on my cheeks for one fine evening
Step out into the downpour
Listen to the sound your
Listen to the sound your soul makes
As if it's soulmates
With the ground
The rain falls down
The ground
The rain falls down
To the floor
The summer rain has come again
The pavement sizzles like drizzling lemonade
Oh, and the sunlight seems unlikely
To be on my cheeks for one fine evening
There's nobody else around
Absence has a powerful sound
Blades of grass are fine enough to make a scalpel proud
Alka-Seltzer sizzle drizzle pelts the ground
I can't help myself but shout aloud
To tell the crowd
That while they're out, I'm out of bounds
I could flee till my knees hurt
Feel the breeze in my t-shirt
But there's so many aesthetically pleasing things here to see first
The summer rain has come again
The pavement sizzles like drizzling lemonade
Oh, and the sunlight seems unlikely
To be on my cheeks for one fine evening
Flowers bob, nod and rattle
Under fat drops of rain big as apples
And the street steams like a kettle, singing
Each bead a little a nettle, stinging
My skin in a million different places
Precipitation amidst the vegetation
The British air is changing
And sitting under parked cars there are kitties waiting
Watching me pace by
I stop and then say hi
The summer rain has come again
The pavement sizzles like drizzling lemonade
Oh, and the sunlight seems unlikely
To be on my cheeks for one fine evening
Could never sing, but I sang though; Dionysus
Air rang with the tang of a mango; delicious
Living in a fictitious middle English mangrove, that's been kissed
With the liquid sunshine that some find in Orlando
I hang under the jungle canopy
Catching an undiluted glimpse of clarity
Refracting through the prism imprisoning my sanity
For all the laws we're living in anarchy
Causing wars, it's giving me anomy
The rows of windows are frames inside a strange gallery
Of apathy
Inhabitants happily having tea
Warm water colours reality
Washes away the banality
The summer rain has come again
The pavement sizzles like drizzling lemonade
Oh, and the sunlight seems unlikely
To be on my cheeks for one fine evening
My hair is getting wetter
The air is getting fresher
Before the storm I'm sure I could barely bear the pressure out
But it's getting better now
It was one of those horribly hot days
The barometer's ominous clock face
Was something Hieronymus Bosch paints
From Shropshire to Gloucester to Warwickshire
Forests of conifers congregate like choristers
And praise displays of flowers as a florist does
Knowledge buds and blooms in the soil
Olives crushed producing an oil
To lubricate the mind
Illuminate and shine
A human ray of light
Right through the rain tonight
It just might quite save a life
The summer rain has come again
The pavement sizzles like drizzling lemonade
Oh, and the sunlight seems unlikely
To be on my cheeks for one fine evening
Roots lyrics - Dan Bull
At eight or ten I wondered why my voice wasn't breaking yet
I was impatient to get from A to Z
So I'd break a sweat, play cassettes in my tape deck
Waiting for the day I could step to a stage
And get paid respect, paid a cheque
Maybe the other kids would even play with me then
It's great to pretend the tune was written for you
That's why you sing with the radio while it ignores you
You perform awful but feel a lot better
"Boom Boom Boom", "Here Comes the Hotstepper"
Even back then my preference was funky
But less funky house than House in the Country
Syncopation, soul, anybody ill with it
Other kids had Whigfield, I was feeling Bill Withers
And to this day I'm still with him
Because nothing beats a sweet voice on distilled rhythms
I'm digging up my roots for you
Cooking up a little tuneful food
Come to the garden for a barbecue
And chill with me
Before I even saw South Park on TV
I knew by heart the South Park CD
GTA: 1969 opened a life long affinity for Trojan
Return of Django, Skinhead Moonstomp
Music of Jamaican origin liberating my boom box
Too young for Appetite for Destruction
So The Offspring were my rock introduction
That was all I needed to be free
A CD with some power chords shredding like a power saw
"Fuck me, wow" I thought
How can plucked strings be this powerful?
But then I found another source of auditory debauchery
This naughty teen thought was sweet
I bought a CD by an Emine-MC
called "Hi! My Name Is Slim Shady"
I played it in my hi-fi daily
It never seemed to cease to amaze me
He'd say some crazy things
That were great for a teenager that needed danger
I'd replay the lyrics amazed
At the way the images would flicker in my brain so vividly
An outsider, a country bumpkin
Sitting inside with the Outsidaz bumping
There's something about rhymes
Nothing else quite does as well, I love it
Cypress Hill: Live at the Fillmore
I'm not going to lie, that film was raw
Each rap I heard, each film I saw
Inspired me to build my skills some more
So I bought more CDs to imitate
Believe me, back in the day it was great
I'm digging up my roots for you
Set the mood and feel those soothing grooves
Come to the garden for a barbecue
And chill with me
I had piano lessons after every last school day
But my patience was thinner than an anorexic
I didn't want to play ballads anyway
I had a daydream of breakbeats and a pen and paper
So I said I'd make the make believe real
And make some real reel to reels like B-Real
But the magic's made on computers today
So I used Magix Music Maker
Read the instructions, learnt all the book
Taught myself big beats like Norman Cook
Always cooking up a new track
Though with no microphone I couldn't actually do rap
That was too bad, but it wasn't too bad
'Cause I'd already forgot and had a new fad
Threw away The Source, bought a new mag
Made new mates, talked in new slang
I was a punk rocker now, proper loud
Would you believe I grabbed any opportunity to fuck about?
But what about the music? I've gone and lost it now
So I grabbed a guitar and started rocking out
Made a band with my mates called MatronsApron
We played around, made some tapes it was great fun
Full of belly laughs
Even received a brief mention in the Telegraph
Just a couple of kids, played a couple of gigs
And then my mates moved on but fuck if I did
Obviously too late, got a copy of Cubase
A lot of tunes made, now it's today
I've innovated, took my inspirations in and made them
Into an original addition to your playlist
So now I meditate about how to elevate
'Cause Safe was the safety net to let me levitate
I'm picking my best fruit for you
You're the one, and I'd like tea for two
Come to the garden for a barbecue
And chill with me
I was impatient to get from A to Z
So I'd break a sweat, play cassettes in my tape deck
Waiting for the day I could step to a stage
And get paid respect, paid a cheque
Maybe the other kids would even play with me then
It's great to pretend the tune was written for you
That's why you sing with the radio while it ignores you
You perform awful but feel a lot better
"Boom Boom Boom", "Here Comes the Hotstepper"
Even back then my preference was funky
But less funky house than House in the Country
Syncopation, soul, anybody ill with it
Other kids had Whigfield, I was feeling Bill Withers
And to this day I'm still with him
Because nothing beats a sweet voice on distilled rhythms
I'm digging up my roots for you
Cooking up a little tuneful food
Come to the garden for a barbecue
And chill with me
Before I even saw South Park on TV
I knew by heart the South Park CD
GTA: 1969 opened a life long affinity for Trojan
Return of Django, Skinhead Moonstomp
Music of Jamaican origin liberating my boom box
Too young for Appetite for Destruction
So The Offspring were my rock introduction
That was all I needed to be free
A CD with some power chords shredding like a power saw
"Fuck me, wow" I thought
How can plucked strings be this powerful?
But then I found another source of auditory debauchery
This naughty teen thought was sweet
I bought a CD by an Emine-MC
called "Hi! My Name Is Slim Shady"
I played it in my hi-fi daily
It never seemed to cease to amaze me
He'd say some crazy things
That were great for a teenager that needed danger
I'd replay the lyrics amazed
At the way the images would flicker in my brain so vividly
An outsider, a country bumpkin
Sitting inside with the Outsidaz bumping
There's something about rhymes
Nothing else quite does as well, I love it
Cypress Hill: Live at the Fillmore
I'm not going to lie, that film was raw
Each rap I heard, each film I saw
Inspired me to build my skills some more
So I bought more CDs to imitate
Believe me, back in the day it was great
I'm digging up my roots for you
Set the mood and feel those soothing grooves
Come to the garden for a barbecue
And chill with me
I had piano lessons after every last school day
But my patience was thinner than an anorexic
I didn't want to play ballads anyway
I had a daydream of breakbeats and a pen and paper
So I said I'd make the make believe real
And make some real reel to reels like B-Real
But the magic's made on computers today
So I used Magix Music Maker
Read the instructions, learnt all the book
Taught myself big beats like Norman Cook
Always cooking up a new track
Though with no microphone I couldn't actually do rap
That was too bad, but it wasn't too bad
'Cause I'd already forgot and had a new fad
Threw away The Source, bought a new mag
Made new mates, talked in new slang
I was a punk rocker now, proper loud
Would you believe I grabbed any opportunity to fuck about?
But what about the music? I've gone and lost it now
So I grabbed a guitar and started rocking out
Made a band with my mates called MatronsApron
We played around, made some tapes it was great fun
Full of belly laughs
Even received a brief mention in the Telegraph
Just a couple of kids, played a couple of gigs
And then my mates moved on but fuck if I did
Obviously too late, got a copy of Cubase
A lot of tunes made, now it's today
I've innovated, took my inspirations in and made them
Into an original addition to your playlist
So now I meditate about how to elevate
'Cause Safe was the safety net to let me levitate
I'm picking my best fruit for you
You're the one, and I'd like tea for two
Come to the garden for a barbecue
And chill with me
Friends With Benefits lyrics - Dan Bull
Look, fuck buddies, I want to be fuck buddies
Turn up the subwoofer in the trunk and bump uglies
Give me a hug please; I hold a little too long
I'm coming on a little too strong
You're getting blushed cheeks, so we'd better move on
Get a move on, I'm in above my head like a bouffant
Take too long and I'm afraid you've gone
And I'll have lost another lady, but gained another new song
Yes, let's be friends with benefits
My love life's suffering a deficit
Let's be friends with benefits
Friends with benefits
I've never been especially eloquent
I'm as elegant as an eccied elephant
My etiquette is evidently ever in development
But when I'm in bed then I'm in my element
I promise, honest, we'll listen to some Ella Fitzgerald
Then we'll get it on with the leather whips
The morning after the night before we caved in
Cavemen and cavewomen craving the fornication
I'm never sure if it's safe
But I'd say that it calls for some glorification
Yes, let's be friends with benefits
Because I'm ever such a clever dick
Let's be friends with benefits
Friends with benefits
There's so much history to tip-toe around
It's hard to keep afloat when the ship's going down
Once we danced at the disco in town
With both our hips going round
I realised through seeing your eyes, it was the genesis
Of the end of friends with benefits
I'd been increasingly feeling affectionate
It seemed that revealing my secret would get a kiss
So I leaned in for the hell of it
And you ripped the beating thing from my chest and then severed it
You're a prejudiced, feminine supremacist
Nevertheless you're getting sex from your nemesis
Let's not be friends with benefits
Because I'm ever such a clever dick
Let's not be friends with benefits
Because we'll never hear the end of it
Turn up the subwoofer in the trunk and bump uglies
Give me a hug please; I hold a little too long
I'm coming on a little too strong
You're getting blushed cheeks, so we'd better move on
Get a move on, I'm in above my head like a bouffant
Take too long and I'm afraid you've gone
And I'll have lost another lady, but gained another new song
Yes, let's be friends with benefits
My love life's suffering a deficit
Let's be friends with benefits
Friends with benefits
I've never been especially eloquent
I'm as elegant as an eccied elephant
My etiquette is evidently ever in development
But when I'm in bed then I'm in my element
I promise, honest, we'll listen to some Ella Fitzgerald
Then we'll get it on with the leather whips
The morning after the night before we caved in
Cavemen and cavewomen craving the fornication
I'm never sure if it's safe
But I'd say that it calls for some glorification
Yes, let's be friends with benefits
Because I'm ever such a clever dick
Let's be friends with benefits
Friends with benefits
There's so much history to tip-toe around
It's hard to keep afloat when the ship's going down
Once we danced at the disco in town
With both our hips going round
I realised through seeing your eyes, it was the genesis
Of the end of friends with benefits
I'd been increasingly feeling affectionate
It seemed that revealing my secret would get a kiss
So I leaned in for the hell of it
And you ripped the beating thing from my chest and then severed it
You're a prejudiced, feminine supremacist
Nevertheless you're getting sex from your nemesis
Let's not be friends with benefits
Because I'm ever such a clever dick
Let's not be friends with benefits
Because we'll never hear the end of it
Acknowledge lyrics - Dan Bull
I am a bit of a difficult hypocritical prick
Who'll always get into a pickle, but the sins I commit
Are all above board; this is for everyone I've got love for
Who helped me up through the window by the shut doors
Pulled strings, untangled the web, and cut cords
And if you didn't assist this, then up yours
My business is to give hits to kids
That have been amiss from the industry hit list
This flow's for those who were bullied in school
You'll grow to show those tools that they don't rule
This is for those who are bullies in school
You'll realise you can be nice and fully cool
Some of us look back at that as the worst days
Others still suffer that exact crap in the workplace
From virgins that never had a first date
To unwanted babies that never had a birthday
This is for single moms, working three jobs
To keep your sprog in the Reeboks that he wants
This rap's for single dads, fighting to see their kids
Crying, thinking if they even understand he exists
I've set the controls for the heart and the soul
Of those whose woes have hardly been told
Too many hearts of gold are treated like pyrite
So it's high time I tried to set this bias right
Feeling low? My lines'll leave your hopes high as kites
Incite delight like a cherry bright sky at night
This vocal's for locals who are frightened in their neighbourhood
Refrain from leaving home at night; afraid of violent raping muggers
For the same buggers doing crime to pay for drugs
It never meant to end this way, you're stuck; pain sucks
Change looks like something that'll never happen
But if I let that thinking win, I'd never end up rapping
For those in prison, those who did and those who didn't
The victims that they did it to and those who witnessed it
For those who overcome their hopeless bitterness to show forgiveness
Whether you do or don't is no-one's business
For those who wish to string them up until they know their miseries
Life's a winding hillside road and the slope is slippy
For the people upon the picket lines
Miners who down their pick and strike
Strive for a different life
For the silent majority,
Tightening your waistline to prop up an economy
You probably hadn't a problem with til the bottom dropped off of it
But now you're picking up the tab and haven't got a tip
This is for the elderly, sitting in their chairs alone
Or bedridden in a bug ridden nursing home
A verse devoted to you, and who you truly are
The same you that you've ever been, I've seen you shoot for the stars
But gravity ravages things savagely
So let my lyrics lift your spirits up from incapacity
'Cause I'm the captain of this flagship actually
And you're a VIP invited to fly the galaxy with me
This is for the carers, looking after another
I understand you want to be more than just a mother
How can you have a lover, or any other life
If you couldn't find someone else to come and grab the cover?
Changing a duvet's much easier with two, hey?
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday
For those stuck at home, chronic illness, health problems
A lot of guilt makes you want to kill yourself often
What little help I can offer to soften the blow?
Can't invent anything off of the top of the dome
But you've not been forgotten and I just want you to know
Wherever you are, my flow will boldly go
I swear by the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost
Jehovah, Allah, Muhammad, whoever holds the most
Control over the souls of the unappreciated
It will keep ebbing away every day that people play this shit
I try to recognise
Those who've been left aside
Come aboard my enterprise, and boldly
I try to recognise
Those who've been left aside
Come aboard my enterprise, and boldly
Who'll always get into a pickle, but the sins I commit
Are all above board; this is for everyone I've got love for
Who helped me up through the window by the shut doors
Pulled strings, untangled the web, and cut cords
And if you didn't assist this, then up yours
My business is to give hits to kids
That have been amiss from the industry hit list
This flow's for those who were bullied in school
You'll grow to show those tools that they don't rule
This is for those who are bullies in school
You'll realise you can be nice and fully cool
Some of us look back at that as the worst days
Others still suffer that exact crap in the workplace
From virgins that never had a first date
To unwanted babies that never had a birthday
This is for single moms, working three jobs
To keep your sprog in the Reeboks that he wants
This rap's for single dads, fighting to see their kids
Crying, thinking if they even understand he exists
I've set the controls for the heart and the soul
Of those whose woes have hardly been told
Too many hearts of gold are treated like pyrite
So it's high time I tried to set this bias right
Feeling low? My lines'll leave your hopes high as kites
Incite delight like a cherry bright sky at night
This vocal's for locals who are frightened in their neighbourhood
Refrain from leaving home at night; afraid of violent raping muggers
For the same buggers doing crime to pay for drugs
It never meant to end this way, you're stuck; pain sucks
Change looks like something that'll never happen
But if I let that thinking win, I'd never end up rapping
For those in prison, those who did and those who didn't
The victims that they did it to and those who witnessed it
For those who overcome their hopeless bitterness to show forgiveness
Whether you do or don't is no-one's business
For those who wish to string them up until they know their miseries
Life's a winding hillside road and the slope is slippy
For the people upon the picket lines
Miners who down their pick and strike
Strive for a different life
For the silent majority,
Tightening your waistline to prop up an economy
You probably hadn't a problem with til the bottom dropped off of it
But now you're picking up the tab and haven't got a tip
This is for the elderly, sitting in their chairs alone
Or bedridden in a bug ridden nursing home
A verse devoted to you, and who you truly are
The same you that you've ever been, I've seen you shoot for the stars
But gravity ravages things savagely
So let my lyrics lift your spirits up from incapacity
'Cause I'm the captain of this flagship actually
And you're a VIP invited to fly the galaxy with me
This is for the carers, looking after another
I understand you want to be more than just a mother
How can you have a lover, or any other life
If you couldn't find someone else to come and grab the cover?
Changing a duvet's much easier with two, hey?
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday
For those stuck at home, chronic illness, health problems
A lot of guilt makes you want to kill yourself often
What little help I can offer to soften the blow?
Can't invent anything off of the top of the dome
But you've not been forgotten and I just want you to know
Wherever you are, my flow will boldly go
I swear by the Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost
Jehovah, Allah, Muhammad, whoever holds the most
Control over the souls of the unappreciated
It will keep ebbing away every day that people play this shit
I try to recognise
Those who've been left aside
Come aboard my enterprise, and boldly
I try to recognise
Those who've been left aside
Come aboard my enterprise, and boldly
Kelsey Bears lyrics - Dan Bull
I got your cards that you bought me; ignored them
Because I thought calling would cause me a boredom
And of course I'm ashamed to admit
That every birthday wished me further away
From your midst till I couldn't face taking the risk
I guess I lost my faith a little bit
But then I realised a fundamental basic
More than any other you encouraged me to be creative
So it might be quite belated
But I love you, Margaret and David
The Kelsey Bears
The Kelsey Bears
The Kelsey Bears
You were with me in my first days
But then I shut myself away during my worst days
A half-baked reason why I'm worth cake
But now 11 star birthday is part of my wordplay
And you bought me a calligraphy set
I'm ashamed to say I haven't done calligraphy yet
I was a little perplexed and treated it with neglect
And yet now I make my living fiddling with text
Some of your gifts still bring back images
The little set of carved farmyard miniatures
The tree was my favourite piece
And it still is when I play with my niece
So yeah, I've done myself a favour at least
Now I'm back on the rails and I'm taming the beast
In a similar way to how my birthday cake did
It's time for you two to be celebrated
So it might be quite belated
But I love you, Margaret and David
The Kelsey Bears
The Kelsey Bears
The Kelsey Bears
Photography
Was obviously
A hobby each of you wanted me to do
I never got into it properly
But now I love it, kind of like a kid with broccoli
My tastes took time to develop in the dark room
And now I can't do without it, honestly
You offered me an option
And I made you feel you'd been forgotten
Now the season's hot
And Evesham's lost some leaves and blossoms
But let's speak a little
Let's speak a little more often
The Kelsey Bears
The Kelsey Bears
Because I thought calling would cause me a boredom
And of course I'm ashamed to admit
That every birthday wished me further away
From your midst till I couldn't face taking the risk
I guess I lost my faith a little bit
But then I realised a fundamental basic
More than any other you encouraged me to be creative
So it might be quite belated
But I love you, Margaret and David
The Kelsey Bears
The Kelsey Bears
The Kelsey Bears
You were with me in my first days
But then I shut myself away during my worst days
A half-baked reason why I'm worth cake
But now 11 star birthday is part of my wordplay
And you bought me a calligraphy set
I'm ashamed to say I haven't done calligraphy yet
I was a little perplexed and treated it with neglect
And yet now I make my living fiddling with text
Some of your gifts still bring back images
The little set of carved farmyard miniatures
The tree was my favourite piece
And it still is when I play with my niece
So yeah, I've done myself a favour at least
Now I'm back on the rails and I'm taming the beast
In a similar way to how my birthday cake did
It's time for you two to be celebrated
So it might be quite belated
But I love you, Margaret and David
The Kelsey Bears
The Kelsey Bears
The Kelsey Bears
Photography
Was obviously
A hobby each of you wanted me to do
I never got into it properly
But now I love it, kind of like a kid with broccoli
My tastes took time to develop in the dark room
And now I can't do without it, honestly
You offered me an option
And I made you feel you'd been forgotten
Now the season's hot
And Evesham's lost some leaves and blossoms
But let's speak a little
Let's speak a little more often
The Kelsey Bears
The Kelsey Bears
Top Down (feat. Beit Nun) lyrics - Dan Bull
[Dan Bull:]
I'm basking in the sunlight, hi-hat sizzling
Snare cracking like it's blasting in a gun fight
The pattern of the drum's tight, kick pumping in your stomach
Something like the aftermath of a drunk night
Daft cunt, see I like music that has spunk
Thrash, pop, rap, punk, drazz-wop, jazz, funk
I'm beginning a vinyl collection
Thinking of buying all the decks and equipment then hitting the nightlife with a vengeance
But I've got a penchant for sitting in silence
Headphones hugging my noggin, I'm nodding my head to the said tones
I might be flesh and bones, but when I do a verse
My vibrations disperse through the universe
We can see the frequency, percieve them through the channels
I need a deeper feeling please, leave me with the ammo
White noise, clean my teeth, weaken the enamel
Street life's a squeeze like a needle to a camel
Please, I would leave in peace, retreating with the mammals
While leaves of trees are green at least, creeping in my camo
But a bee could see through these with ease, keys of a piano
Basked in light from black to white, from BC to Anno Domini
[Beit Nun:]
There's no questioning Ben as an artist
My musical palette's not like yours
So the same brush I'll never be tarred with
I'm a sucker for a Hendrix guitar lick
But not a purist though, Kendrick Lamar's sick
Mate, head to the bar quick
And fetch me a large drink
I'm ready to get this cigar lit
Beer garden, start a party for the neighbours like
No sympathy, Marley and the Wailers, and Bacardi with a chaser
It's getting late so it's time to slip something a little harder in the shaker
Bit of Marvin on the playlist, then The Temptations
Followed by Smokey Robinson, we marvel at the greatness
I'm Syd Barrett on Interstellar Overdrive
I'm John Bonham in a hotel on a motorbike
I'm Ray Davies on a sunny afternoon
I'm Ian Curtis, I'm John Lennon, Bob Dylan and Keith Moon
Music helped me get through all I've been through
When just me, you, and the beat loop, how can I feel blue?
I've got videos and photographs if you need proof
I've lived, though I gave my plot away in the theme tune
Beit Nun up in your iPod docking station
Feel free to get up and leave if you're not relating
But if you are, take a seat, I'm down for the long awaited conversation
Two bonding strangers have when they're off their faces
I'm basking in the sunlight, hi-hat sizzling
Snare cracking like it's blasting in a gun fight
The pattern of the drum's tight, kick pumping in your stomach
Something like the aftermath of a drunk night
Daft cunt, see I like music that has spunk
Thrash, pop, rap, punk, drazz-wop, jazz, funk
I'm beginning a vinyl collection
Thinking of buying all the decks and equipment then hitting the nightlife with a vengeance
But I've got a penchant for sitting in silence
Headphones hugging my noggin, I'm nodding my head to the said tones
I might be flesh and bones, but when I do a verse
My vibrations disperse through the universe
We can see the frequency, percieve them through the channels
I need a deeper feeling please, leave me with the ammo
White noise, clean my teeth, weaken the enamel
Street life's a squeeze like a needle to a camel
Please, I would leave in peace, retreating with the mammals
While leaves of trees are green at least, creeping in my camo
But a bee could see through these with ease, keys of a piano
Basked in light from black to white, from BC to Anno Domini
[Beit Nun:]
There's no questioning Ben as an artist
My musical palette's not like yours
So the same brush I'll never be tarred with
I'm a sucker for a Hendrix guitar lick
But not a purist though, Kendrick Lamar's sick
Mate, head to the bar quick
And fetch me a large drink
I'm ready to get this cigar lit
Beer garden, start a party for the neighbours like
No sympathy, Marley and the Wailers, and Bacardi with a chaser
It's getting late so it's time to slip something a little harder in the shaker
Bit of Marvin on the playlist, then The Temptations
Followed by Smokey Robinson, we marvel at the greatness
I'm Syd Barrett on Interstellar Overdrive
I'm John Bonham in a hotel on a motorbike
I'm Ray Davies on a sunny afternoon
I'm Ian Curtis, I'm John Lennon, Bob Dylan and Keith Moon
Music helped me get through all I've been through
When just me, you, and the beat loop, how can I feel blue?
I've got videos and photographs if you need proof
I've lived, though I gave my plot away in the theme tune
Beit Nun up in your iPod docking station
Feel free to get up and leave if you're not relating
But if you are, take a seat, I'm down for the long awaited conversation
Two bonding strangers have when they're off their faces
Bum Your Shit (feat. Joey Gzus) lyrics - Dan Bull
[Dan Bull:]
Seven days of the week my brain's at it's peak
That's the payback you reap from being a blatant geek
But don't watch the way that I speak, listen to the lyrics
Then maybe you'll see why so many people feel it
My speech is lethal, meaning feeble people fear it
But if you fear it maybe you need to re-hear it
I talk about what other lyricists are scared to
I tackle issues you wish you could dare to
And fair do's if you're sticking to the horrorcore
But don't go moaning that nobody's wanting more
Sitting on bean bags listening to weed rap
Bitching that the kids would rather hear Relapse
Don't you see that you're missing the point?
'Cause no-one gives a shit what you stick in your joint
So if you're disappointed then learn a lesson
Convert to better methods and then heads'll yearn for seconds
We don't bum your shit
So come up with something better than it
When you're the only one to bum your shit
Then come up with something better than it
[Joey Gzus:]
Look, mmm, I've got to be real
There's not a lot of rappers out here that I honestly feel
You see me, I'd bite your hand off if you offered a deal
'Cause I've got kids that need warm water and a quality meal
For real, I pride myself on being versatile
Like my hooks Auto-Tuned, still keep the verses wild
So if you don't like me singing on my hooks
Then don't listen - the fact is, I couldn't give a...
Look, they're acting like they're Premier League
Forced multi-syllabics over knock-off Premier beats
In a scene where everybody seems to be next in the scene
And the need to be credible is becoming incredibly weak
Gzus, let's keep it moving
'Cause for people to feel your music you need improvement
Like live shows where you get your respect
They're like trapeze acts 'cause their life depends on the net
Joey
We don't bum your shit
So come up with something better than it
When you're the only one to bum your shit
Then come up with something better than it
[Dan Bull:]
Too many rappers just rap about rap
There's a whole world out there, rap about that
What happens now is a matter of fact
So if you want to keep it real, put that on a track
I stand back to back with novelists and poets
Activists, journalists, and those that show it's
An ugly world out there, when it should be beautiful
But if beauty is truth, then I stay true to form
Who'd have thought the class clown would back down
Into the background and lay some fat tracks down?
I stand proud behind what I believe
And what I believe is I can't believe what I've achieved
Every step of the way I get better
But nevertheless I make it my aim to elevate every day
No matter what it takes it's worth paying the price
'Cause the day you stop learning is the day you die
Seven days of the week my brain's at it's peak
That's the payback you reap from being a blatant geek
But don't watch the way that I speak, listen to the lyrics
Then maybe you'll see why so many people feel it
My speech is lethal, meaning feeble people fear it
But if you fear it maybe you need to re-hear it
I talk about what other lyricists are scared to
I tackle issues you wish you could dare to
And fair do's if you're sticking to the horrorcore
But don't go moaning that nobody's wanting more
Sitting on bean bags listening to weed rap
Bitching that the kids would rather hear Relapse
Don't you see that you're missing the point?
'Cause no-one gives a shit what you stick in your joint
So if you're disappointed then learn a lesson
Convert to better methods and then heads'll yearn for seconds
We don't bum your shit
So come up with something better than it
When you're the only one to bum your shit
Then come up with something better than it
[Joey Gzus:]
Look, mmm, I've got to be real
There's not a lot of rappers out here that I honestly feel
You see me, I'd bite your hand off if you offered a deal
'Cause I've got kids that need warm water and a quality meal
For real, I pride myself on being versatile
Like my hooks Auto-Tuned, still keep the verses wild
So if you don't like me singing on my hooks
Then don't listen - the fact is, I couldn't give a...
Look, they're acting like they're Premier League
Forced multi-syllabics over knock-off Premier beats
In a scene where everybody seems to be next in the scene
And the need to be credible is becoming incredibly weak
Gzus, let's keep it moving
'Cause for people to feel your music you need improvement
Like live shows where you get your respect
They're like trapeze acts 'cause their life depends on the net
Joey
We don't bum your shit
So come up with something better than it
When you're the only one to bum your shit
Then come up with something better than it
[Dan Bull:]
Too many rappers just rap about rap
There's a whole world out there, rap about that
What happens now is a matter of fact
So if you want to keep it real, put that on a track
I stand back to back with novelists and poets
Activists, journalists, and those that show it's
An ugly world out there, when it should be beautiful
But if beauty is truth, then I stay true to form
Who'd have thought the class clown would back down
Into the background and lay some fat tracks down?
I stand proud behind what I believe
And what I believe is I can't believe what I've achieved
Every step of the way I get better
But nevertheless I make it my aim to elevate every day
No matter what it takes it's worth paying the price
'Cause the day you stop learning is the day you die
Wisdom Teeth lyrics - Dan Bull
My wisdom teeth are causing me trouble
Forming a huddle in the back of my mouth
And now to talk is a struggle
So I trade the punchlines for more of a subtle approach
And just hope you decode more than all of the puzzle
'Cause of course I've gone pop, I wasn't born in a bubble
Fuck my kingdom for a horse, I'd give my horse for a cuddle
And I'm bored of all the posturing a lot of hip hoppers bring
Sincerity's like love: it doesn't cost a thing
So always check the pocket of your jeans
Before you set the rinse on the washing machine
Buy a stack of birthday cards and presents
So you can use them in the event that you forget them
Then throw away fifty things you haven't used lately
Ideally you'd only keep what you use daily
Make the phone call that you've been putting off for months
It's a load off your mind and you'll be done in time for lunch
Pull out my wisdom teeth
To give to each of you
Who never will admit defeat
And I think I'll be A-OK
If I live to see the day
My wisdom teeth decay
Pull out my wisdom teeth
To give to each of you
Who never will admit defeat
And I think I'll be A-OK
Yeah, I'll be A-OK
I see and hear quotes everywhere
Proverbs and advice from experts, sages and inspirational figures
But it's not particularly useful in comparison to the wisdom I've acquired
Simply through living my day to day, mundane life
And with these abilities, I'm on a Steve Miller steez
We hear so much deep advice
Philosophical insight on the way we should lead our lives
But you don't really need to be Jesus Christ
Just read between the lines and then you'll be just fine
You don't need a preacher to teach or guide
You through the maze, each day leads you deep inside
So keep an eye out, see the lighthouse
Watch for the rocks and just reach for high ground
Patiently wait for the breeze to die down
Now I believe that we need a lie down
So I relax in the dentist's massive chair
Puffing on a heady mix of gas and air
The psychedelicism's elegance is evident
As black satin patterns pass and past passions flare
Yeah, and now there's plasma everywhere
Pull out my wisdom teeth
To give to each of you
Who never will admit defeat
And I think I'll be A-OK
If I live to see the day
My wisdom teeth decay
Pull out my wisdom teeth
To give to each of you
Who never will admit defeat
And I think I'll be A-OK
Yeah, I'll be A-OK
Forming a huddle in the back of my mouth
And now to talk is a struggle
So I trade the punchlines for more of a subtle approach
And just hope you decode more than all of the puzzle
'Cause of course I've gone pop, I wasn't born in a bubble
Fuck my kingdom for a horse, I'd give my horse for a cuddle
And I'm bored of all the posturing a lot of hip hoppers bring
Sincerity's like love: it doesn't cost a thing
So always check the pocket of your jeans
Before you set the rinse on the washing machine
Buy a stack of birthday cards and presents
So you can use them in the event that you forget them
Then throw away fifty things you haven't used lately
Ideally you'd only keep what you use daily
Make the phone call that you've been putting off for months
It's a load off your mind and you'll be done in time for lunch
Pull out my wisdom teeth
To give to each of you
Who never will admit defeat
And I think I'll be A-OK
If I live to see the day
My wisdom teeth decay
Pull out my wisdom teeth
To give to each of you
Who never will admit defeat
And I think I'll be A-OK
Yeah, I'll be A-OK
I see and hear quotes everywhere
Proverbs and advice from experts, sages and inspirational figures
But it's not particularly useful in comparison to the wisdom I've acquired
Simply through living my day to day, mundane life
And with these abilities, I'm on a Steve Miller steez
We hear so much deep advice
Philosophical insight on the way we should lead our lives
But you don't really need to be Jesus Christ
Just read between the lines and then you'll be just fine
You don't need a preacher to teach or guide
You through the maze, each day leads you deep inside
So keep an eye out, see the lighthouse
Watch for the rocks and just reach for high ground
Patiently wait for the breeze to die down
Now I believe that we need a lie down
So I relax in the dentist's massive chair
Puffing on a heady mix of gas and air
The psychedelicism's elegance is evident
As black satin patterns pass and past passions flare
Yeah, and now there's plasma everywhere
Pull out my wisdom teeth
To give to each of you
Who never will admit defeat
And I think I'll be A-OK
If I live to see the day
My wisdom teeth decay
Pull out my wisdom teeth
To give to each of you
Who never will admit defeat
And I think I'll be A-OK
Yeah, I'll be A-OK
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