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
The Quiet Viking lyrics - Dan Bull
There's a delicate line between a friend
And something else
And I've never been quite sure
How to tell
Heard words that weren't there in your body language
As a buddy I thought I had an advantage
I knew you, you knew me
And I briefly believed in the power of magic
Seeing you smile was the ultimate pleasure
Fishing for compliments, I was hunting for treasure
Summoned to heaven, platonic love becoming untethered
The way you'd comfort me when under the weather
And how we'd cuddle together under your umbrella
You must think I'm such a dumb fellow
I'd have done better leaving it alone
Even if I'd known we were going to grow; be with different folks
I was going to plant a seed and let it grow free
Then an oak tree develops slowly
Now the leaves on my future family tree
Are fruits imaginary
And I'm so lonely
Oh, me...
There's a delicate line between a friend
And something else
And I've never been quite sure
How to tell
Tighten up your bowtie
'Cause guys in your position don't cry
Do not be be frightened - really you won't die
Your deeds and writings reveal you: both sides
Lighting up on the roadside
Driving over the strobe light
It's the rise of defiant Dan; I'm a quiet man
But still spent time inside in a riot van
Blindsided without the benefit of hindsight
My eyes were as wide as a frying pan
You might summise I'm devising a higher plan
Redesigning my life with an iron hand
It's now or never
I've got to pull myself together
Can't waste days staying in the house forever
Come out to the desert
Now there's a westerly breeze
Please, I need help with the zephyr
You could knock me down with a feather
But I'll still be grinning with the mouth of a Cheshire
My last album was a hell of an effort
Daniel wrote the manual on how to endeavour
And if ever there was a doubt that I'm clever
It's down to the fact that my talent's without measure
I've found treasure now my business is pleasure
I can infinitely tessellate my lyrics at leisure
And any way you spin it, it just gets fresher
An intricately illustrating MC... Escher
The quiet viking is how I'm known, I
I'm strident in style, although shy
And I don't even know why
So I'm either enlightened or I'm just so high
I can see the lighting upon the roadside
Driving over the strobe light
The quiet viking
The quiet viking
And something else
And I've never been quite sure
How to tell
Heard words that weren't there in your body language
As a buddy I thought I had an advantage
I knew you, you knew me
And I briefly believed in the power of magic
Seeing you smile was the ultimate pleasure
Fishing for compliments, I was hunting for treasure
Summoned to heaven, platonic love becoming untethered
The way you'd comfort me when under the weather
And how we'd cuddle together under your umbrella
You must think I'm such a dumb fellow
I'd have done better leaving it alone
Even if I'd known we were going to grow; be with different folks
I was going to plant a seed and let it grow free
Then an oak tree develops slowly
Now the leaves on my future family tree
Are fruits imaginary
And I'm so lonely
Oh, me...
There's a delicate line between a friend
And something else
And I've never been quite sure
How to tell
Tighten up your bowtie
'Cause guys in your position don't cry
Do not be be frightened - really you won't die
Your deeds and writings reveal you: both sides
Lighting up on the roadside
Driving over the strobe light
It's the rise of defiant Dan; I'm a quiet man
But still spent time inside in a riot van
Blindsided without the benefit of hindsight
My eyes were as wide as a frying pan
You might summise I'm devising a higher plan
Redesigning my life with an iron hand
It's now or never
I've got to pull myself together
Can't waste days staying in the house forever
Come out to the desert
Now there's a westerly breeze
Please, I need help with the zephyr
You could knock me down with a feather
But I'll still be grinning with the mouth of a Cheshire
My last album was a hell of an effort
Daniel wrote the manual on how to endeavour
And if ever there was a doubt that I'm clever
It's down to the fact that my talent's without measure
I've found treasure now my business is pleasure
I can infinitely tessellate my lyrics at leisure
And any way you spin it, it just gets fresher
An intricately illustrating MC... Escher
The quiet viking is how I'm known, I
I'm strident in style, although shy
And I don't even know why
So I'm either enlightened or I'm just so high
I can see the lighting upon the roadside
Driving over the strobe light
The quiet viking
The quiet viking
Last Cigarette lyrics - Dan Bull
I'm back in this habit
The tobacconist grabbing a packet of fags
And passing it back as I hand him the cash
The transaction is tragic
A moment of magic
As I open the packet and go for the wrapping
In only a moment I'll have this fag lit
The sad fact is I'm an addict, I need
The hit of nicotine, just to breathe
And it's obscene
Just between us, as a kid, I disbelieved
A brittle leaf mixed with heat
Could leave you feeling incomplete without it
So blow the smoke out quick
You'll feel terrible
However, you will have achieved something incredible
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough that I have to regret
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough that I have to regret
Bringing a whole different sting
To the thing you hold in your fingers
They're stained since you imitated
The behaviour of your favourite singer
I know you stroll to the cinema
And your role model's holding a Marlboro
The image is vivid and so you're sold the whole
Till your soul is a prisoner moulded in miniature
Rolled in a Rizla
Held in a wrestling hold till the finisher
You're choked out, so blow the smoke out
No doubt: self-control's what's killing you
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough that I have to regret
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough that I have to regret
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough I have to regret
Without gasping for breath, asking for death
In return for the active effects
As many a heroin addict has said
It's addictive as smack, you'd be daft to inject
Skip the needle and the needle skips
As I tap my fag, let the ash hit the deck
Stood on the back step in the rain
And never complain till my fag's wet
Splashed out, cashing the cheque
Ash, ground; ground, ash; have you met?
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough that I have to regret
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough that I have to regret
I stub the nub
Enough's enough, I'm good
I would gladly have another fag, see
But the fact is I'm done
It's off my chest
And I'm impressed
With my willpower, nothing less
Face my face at 88 miles an hour
Time travelling as my life expectancy expands
And I feel like a younger man
You need to fight the hunger, Dan
You're done; you can
I can
I am
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough I have to regret
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough I have to regret
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough I have to regret
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough that I have to regret
The tobacconist grabbing a packet of fags
And passing it back as I hand him the cash
The transaction is tragic
A moment of magic
As I open the packet and go for the wrapping
In only a moment I'll have this fag lit
The sad fact is I'm an addict, I need
The hit of nicotine, just to breathe
And it's obscene
Just between us, as a kid, I disbelieved
A brittle leaf mixed with heat
Could leave you feeling incomplete without it
So blow the smoke out quick
You'll feel terrible
However, you will have achieved something incredible
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough that I have to regret
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough that I have to regret
Bringing a whole different sting
To the thing you hold in your fingers
They're stained since you imitated
The behaviour of your favourite singer
I know you stroll to the cinema
And your role model's holding a Marlboro
The image is vivid and so you're sold the whole
Till your soul is a prisoner moulded in miniature
Rolled in a Rizla
Held in a wrestling hold till the finisher
You're choked out, so blow the smoke out
No doubt: self-control's what's killing you
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough that I have to regret
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough that I have to regret
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough I have to regret
Without gasping for breath, asking for death
In return for the active effects
As many a heroin addict has said
It's addictive as smack, you'd be daft to inject
Skip the needle and the needle skips
As I tap my fag, let the ash hit the deck
Stood on the back step in the rain
And never complain till my fag's wet
Splashed out, cashing the cheque
Ash, ground; ground, ash; have you met?
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough that I have to regret
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough that I have to regret
I stub the nub
Enough's enough, I'm good
I would gladly have another fag, see
But the fact is I'm done
It's off my chest
And I'm impressed
With my willpower, nothing less
Face my face at 88 miles an hour
Time travelling as my life expectancy expands
And I feel like a younger man
You need to fight the hunger, Dan
You're done; you can
I can
I am
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough I have to regret
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough I have to regret
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough I have to regret
This is my last cigarette
I've done enough that I have to regret
Rise lyrics - Dan Bull
[Spoken:]
What a day we're having
Out in the garden, having fun
It's one of those days but when the sun rays blaze
You don't even get burnt
And when it rains, it's like liquid sunshine, magic!
I bring the beat to life, speak my mind, people take a peek inside
Believe I'm nice, hear me defy thee to even find an MC as deep as I
A decent guy, sweet as a piece of pecan pie when he combines
Beats and rhymes even blind people might see the light
Beaming bright either side, gleaming like streets at night
So seek and ye shall find peace of mind, deep inside
No need to read the fine lined print or reason why
Don't even try, ask me and I will be your guide
Lead you by the hand and you will see the sights
Feel a vibe tease your spine and leave you feeling fine
You'll be excited to be alive
From calves, knees and thighs to heartbeats and minds
We can lead a life of peace and kindness or we can fight, just
Rise until the sun's in your eyes
Rise until the sun's in your eyes
Rise until the sun's in your eyes
Rise until the sun's in your eyes
My eagle eye will read between the lines and see the lies these deceivers write
They cynically decide the things you need to buy and then repeat the cycle
Until the people all believe it's right
We need to realise it's free to be polite and treat a being like he or she is being equalised
Don't know why we demonise and penalise, effectively illegalize genotypes
What happened to being nice? To each and every being we see alive
Treat them right, that's why me I keep on trying to lead a vegan life though cheese is nice
We eat the seasons, spices, denying the beast beneath has rights
'Cause keeping meat inside us is a sign that here lies a survivor, no need to read the rites
We succeeded quite well enough, it's tough enough to put the greed aside
Even I let ego stride in and feed my pride but if we can rise above conceit and fight
For love, then we can climb the peaks, till finally goodbye
From our teeth and eyes to heartbeats and minds you've seen us lead a life of peace and kindness
Get off your seat and
Rise until the sun's in your eyes
Rise until the sun's in your eyes
Rise until the sun's in your eyes
Rise until the sun's in your eyes
What a day we're having
Out in the garden, having fun
It's one of those days but when the sun rays blaze
You don't even get burnt
And when it rains, it's like liquid sunshine, magic!
I bring the beat to life, speak my mind, people take a peek inside
Believe I'm nice, hear me defy thee to even find an MC as deep as I
A decent guy, sweet as a piece of pecan pie when he combines
Beats and rhymes even blind people might see the light
Beaming bright either side, gleaming like streets at night
So seek and ye shall find peace of mind, deep inside
No need to read the fine lined print or reason why
Don't even try, ask me and I will be your guide
Lead you by the hand and you will see the sights
Feel a vibe tease your spine and leave you feeling fine
You'll be excited to be alive
From calves, knees and thighs to heartbeats and minds
We can lead a life of peace and kindness or we can fight, just
Rise until the sun's in your eyes
Rise until the sun's in your eyes
Rise until the sun's in your eyes
Rise until the sun's in your eyes
My eagle eye will read between the lines and see the lies these deceivers write
They cynically decide the things you need to buy and then repeat the cycle
Until the people all believe it's right
We need to realise it's free to be polite and treat a being like he or she is being equalised
Don't know why we demonise and penalise, effectively illegalize genotypes
What happened to being nice? To each and every being we see alive
Treat them right, that's why me I keep on trying to lead a vegan life though cheese is nice
We eat the seasons, spices, denying the beast beneath has rights
'Cause keeping meat inside us is a sign that here lies a survivor, no need to read the rites
We succeeded quite well enough, it's tough enough to put the greed aside
Even I let ego stride in and feed my pride but if we can rise above conceit and fight
For love, then we can climb the peaks, till finally goodbye
From our teeth and eyes to heartbeats and minds you've seen us lead a life of peace and kindness
Get off your seat and
Rise until the sun's in your eyes
Rise until the sun's in your eyes
Rise until the sun's in your eyes
Rise until the sun's in your eyes
Tiny Tiny Prayer lyrics - Dan Bull
Can't seem to find the words but I'll try
I can't seem to find the words but I'll try
The words never seem to come
Is it me?
Is it something that I've done?
Is it me?
Is it something that I've done?
Please let me know
Please, will you let me know?
I can't seem to find the words but I'll try
The words never seem to come
Is it me?
Is it something that I've done?
Is it me?
Is it something that I've done?
Please let me know
Please, will you let me know?
Black Opsing It lyrics - Dan Bull
Introduction, get a ping from Hudson
With a set of specific instructions to bust in
From Alaskan backwoods, recapture Frank Woods
You'll never find a finer example of manhood
Look, capping crooks like Captain Hook, I'm that good
Snapping necks like matchwood you bastard
I've got a taste for pain as if I drank blood
I haven't seen your face in ages, have a man hug
Shoot at me and I'll shoot you back
The future is bleak? Nah, the future is black
I said shoot at me and I'll shoot you back
The future is bleak? Nah, the future is black
I'm Black Opsing it, brap, pop the clip
Into my pistol and watch this shit
I'm Black Opsing it, brap, pop the clip
Into my pistol and watch this shit
I'm a Vietnam vet, the damn best
Messing with your head as if I'm Russian Roulette
And yet, I'm a respectable professional
And best of all, I'm the closest that you'll ever get
To being Charlton Heston, fool
I was the best in school, exceptional
But then I left it all to get some tools
And head back to the future
Stealth action shooter
C.I.A. man, Marine Captain Trooper
Shoot at me and I'll shoot you back
The future is bleak? Nah, the future is black
I said shoot at me and I'll shoot you back
The future is bleak? Nah, the future is black
I'm Black Opsing it, brap, pop the clip
Into my pistol and watch this shit
I'm Black Opsing it, brap, pop the clip
Into my pistol and watch this shit
To battle Alex Mason, that'd take some adaptation
I'm the line between rivalry and annexation
Now I'm handing the plate on to David
For another generation of bullet penetration
As enemies are taken out without hesitation
For stealth infiltration or sheer devastation
Shoot at me and I'll shoot you back
The future is bleak? Nah, the future is black
I'm Black Opsing it, brap, pop the clip
Into my pistol and watch this shit
I'm Black Opsing it, brap, pop the clip
Into my pistol and watch this shit
I'm Black Opsing it, brap, pop the clip
Into my pistol and watch this shit
With a set of specific instructions to bust in
From Alaskan backwoods, recapture Frank Woods
You'll never find a finer example of manhood
Look, capping crooks like Captain Hook, I'm that good
Snapping necks like matchwood you bastard
I've got a taste for pain as if I drank blood
I haven't seen your face in ages, have a man hug
Shoot at me and I'll shoot you back
The future is bleak? Nah, the future is black
I said shoot at me and I'll shoot you back
The future is bleak? Nah, the future is black
I'm Black Opsing it, brap, pop the clip
Into my pistol and watch this shit
I'm Black Opsing it, brap, pop the clip
Into my pistol and watch this shit
I'm a Vietnam vet, the damn best
Messing with your head as if I'm Russian Roulette
And yet, I'm a respectable professional
And best of all, I'm the closest that you'll ever get
To being Charlton Heston, fool
I was the best in school, exceptional
But then I left it all to get some tools
And head back to the future
Stealth action shooter
C.I.A. man, Marine Captain Trooper
Shoot at me and I'll shoot you back
The future is bleak? Nah, the future is black
I said shoot at me and I'll shoot you back
The future is bleak? Nah, the future is black
I'm Black Opsing it, brap, pop the clip
Into my pistol and watch this shit
I'm Black Opsing it, brap, pop the clip
Into my pistol and watch this shit
To battle Alex Mason, that'd take some adaptation
I'm the line between rivalry and annexation
Now I'm handing the plate on to David
For another generation of bullet penetration
As enemies are taken out without hesitation
For stealth infiltration or sheer devastation
Shoot at me and I'll shoot you back
The future is bleak? Nah, the future is black
I'm Black Opsing it, brap, pop the clip
Into my pistol and watch this shit
I'm Black Opsing it, brap, pop the clip
Into my pistol and watch this shit
I'm Black Opsing it, brap, pop the clip
Into my pistol and watch this shit
American Assassin lyrics - Dan Bull
An eagle soars as the people fall
However, he ignores
All your feeble wars
He will steal a horse
Speed the steed across
Clean between your forces
And beat them all
In a free-for-all
These scenes of gore
Are nothing but another bit of heathen lore
From Florentine streets to Venetian waters
The whispers persist of a secret order
And whether or not you believe, it's all good
Either way I'll proceed; keep wreaking trauma
You're never making Connor fall
I never honour laws
When I'm on a warpath
My tomahawk's
Always responsible
For an onslaught
Of monstrous proportions
You're a goner, fool
Done for
Humans I hunt for
Dropping through the roof
Never knocking on the front door
What, you want more?
Or do you want war?
I've been around for longer
Than Rob Faulkner
And now I'm gonna
Run up on a futhamucking armed gunner
Pull a Stone Cold Stunner
And I've done a runner
Quicker than a bullet from a gun
And once again I'm under cover
Repping for the Brotherhood
Stepping like no other could
Uppercutting any threats
I never take another look
I'm an assassin
One with a passion
For innovative rapping
Dropping so fast
You're probably having
A problem to follow the captions
Said I'm an assassin
One with a passion
For innovative rapping
Dropping so fast
You're probably having
A problem to follow the captions
I combat colonialism
While owning a rhythm
I know the world doesn't owe me a living
So throw me a bone
And I'll cause pandemonium with it
Ignoring Newtonian physics
Forget opprobrium
Critics'll go with baloney below
To the same place I take fakes
Phoneys and mimics
No need for gimmicks
Do you need me to explain that
I'm lyrically spraying it
Sharper than the tip of any bayonet
I pack a hidden blade and I make you lay on it
Whether minutemen or redcoats
It'll only take a minute at the very most
'til they're both dead, ghosts
I dead both
Behead foes
'til stocks and shares in lead rose
From Boston to New York
Soul of an eagle
Aloft in a true hawk
And as I move through the frontier
The truth becomes clear
The future calls, I'm done here
Almost
I've just got another little task
And I won't tell
If you don't ask
Because
I'm an assassin
One with a passion
For innovative rapping
Dropping so fast
You're probably having
A problem to follow the captions
Said I'm an assassin
One with a passion
For innovative rapping
Dropping so fast
You're probably having
A problem to follow the captions
However, he ignores
All your feeble wars
He will steal a horse
Speed the steed across
Clean between your forces
And beat them all
In a free-for-all
These scenes of gore
Are nothing but another bit of heathen lore
From Florentine streets to Venetian waters
The whispers persist of a secret order
And whether or not you believe, it's all good
Either way I'll proceed; keep wreaking trauma
You're never making Connor fall
I never honour laws
When I'm on a warpath
My tomahawk's
Always responsible
For an onslaught
Of monstrous proportions
You're a goner, fool
Done for
Humans I hunt for
Dropping through the roof
Never knocking on the front door
What, you want more?
Or do you want war?
I've been around for longer
Than Rob Faulkner
And now I'm gonna
Run up on a futhamucking armed gunner
Pull a Stone Cold Stunner
And I've done a runner
Quicker than a bullet from a gun
And once again I'm under cover
Repping for the Brotherhood
Stepping like no other could
Uppercutting any threats
I never take another look
I'm an assassin
One with a passion
For innovative rapping
Dropping so fast
You're probably having
A problem to follow the captions
Said I'm an assassin
One with a passion
For innovative rapping
Dropping so fast
You're probably having
A problem to follow the captions
I combat colonialism
While owning a rhythm
I know the world doesn't owe me a living
So throw me a bone
And I'll cause pandemonium with it
Ignoring Newtonian physics
Forget opprobrium
Critics'll go with baloney below
To the same place I take fakes
Phoneys and mimics
No need for gimmicks
Do you need me to explain that
I'm lyrically spraying it
Sharper than the tip of any bayonet
I pack a hidden blade and I make you lay on it
Whether minutemen or redcoats
It'll only take a minute at the very most
'til they're both dead, ghosts
I dead both
Behead foes
'til stocks and shares in lead rose
From Boston to New York
Soul of an eagle
Aloft in a true hawk
And as I move through the frontier
The truth becomes clear
The future calls, I'm done here
Almost
I've just got another little task
And I won't tell
If you don't ask
Because
I'm an assassin
One with a passion
For innovative rapping
Dropping so fast
You're probably having
A problem to follow the captions
Said I'm an assassin
One with a passion
For innovative rapping
Dropping so fast
You're probably having
A problem to follow the captions
Dead Space 3 lyrics - Dan Bull
Mass panic (Where are we?)
Crash landed on a barren planet
Tau Volantis, God's sake, How romantic
Look out for Danik
The Unitologists are on a ship
And if you spot them then use your hollow tips
While human colonists seek the codex key
Who's the musicologist's new foe? That's me!
Rewriting rhyme science, Isaac Clarke
My lines shine like eyes in the dark
Mines in the vast reaches of deep space
Are the reason that I came to be in this bleak place
But to keep my spirits up I keep lacing the beat
With words that deserve a million replays
Til I beat the game on every difficulty
Pitifully, leaving you amazed, at my skill
Now could we open the electric doors
And let me get debauched
With the Necromorphs
Until the Nexus falls
I bet you've all
Never seen a pair of balls
As heavy as my testicles
I walk the walk, I'm one of the nastiest trash talkers
Attack Crawlers and Swarmers, blast Stalkers
I go berserk at Lurkers
Turn them into burgers
I murder Pukers
Use their mucus as a gherkin in a bap
Amidst the battle I'll be working on my rap
To refute your version of the facts
Plasmatic fluid all curdling
I'd ask you to call and inform Planet Earth I'm coming back
To stack astronomic fees as a music producer
And you? You're stuck at Zero G's, Medusa
God Is Dead...Space
Thus Spake Zarathustra
Crash landed on a barren planet
Tau Volantis, God's sake, How romantic
Look out for Danik
The Unitologists are on a ship
And if you spot them then use your hollow tips
While human colonists seek the codex key
Who's the musicologist's new foe? That's me!
Rewriting rhyme science, Isaac Clarke
My lines shine like eyes in the dark
Mines in the vast reaches of deep space
Are the reason that I came to be in this bleak place
But to keep my spirits up I keep lacing the beat
With words that deserve a million replays
Til I beat the game on every difficulty
Pitifully, leaving you amazed, at my skill
Now could we open the electric doors
And let me get debauched
With the Necromorphs
Until the Nexus falls
I bet you've all
Never seen a pair of balls
As heavy as my testicles
I walk the walk, I'm one of the nastiest trash talkers
Attack Crawlers and Swarmers, blast Stalkers
I go berserk at Lurkers
Turn them into burgers
I murder Pukers
Use their mucus as a gherkin in a bap
Amidst the battle I'll be working on my rap
To refute your version of the facts
Plasmatic fluid all curdling
I'd ask you to call and inform Planet Earth I'm coming back
To stack astronomic fees as a music producer
And you? You're stuck at Zero G's, Medusa
God Is Dead...Space
Thus Spake Zarathustra
Hoist The Black Flag lyrics - Dan Bull
Alright, lads
I'm one of the only people who have heard Edward Kenway rap
And live to tell the tale
And now I'm going to tell you exactly what he said
He said:
These aren't the high seas, they're my seas
It's likely you'll find me inciting some maritime crises
Plunder all the prizes from the skies to under water
Thunderballing, then I'm back aboard in time for my tea
Tides are dicey, you're dicing with death
Like a diver fighting to rise for a breath
I'm a tycoon taking lives like a typhoon
Hypothesizing that you're probably dying quite soon
But at least in the meantime you can enjoy listening to my tune
It's an assassin sea shanty, so pass the neat brandy
And raise a glass to my sea-faring vigilantes
Right lads, pack your bags
And come aboard as we hoist the Black Flag
I said right lads, pack your bags
And come aboard as we hoist the Black Flag
Look, I'm a canny one, scourge of the Seven Seas
Sink anyone's galleon to murder my enemies
Whether he's been stabbed in a backstreet
Or a vast sea attack by the Black Flag fleet
Kicking people in the ribs, I leap from ship to ship
And clean the deck of crew as if I'm sweeping, never miss a bit
No need for cruise missiles, I wield dual pistols
And rule this world from Kingston to Bristol
So you better make headway for Edward Kenway
Or I'll hit you hard enough to send you to next Wednesday
I make the hardest seafaring men say
"Get away from this fellow if you treasure your gems"
They say that he ranks amongst the most clever
Of the gentleman adventurers without measure
He spends half his time looking for exotic treasure
And the other half lusting for erotic pleasure
Right lads, pack your bags
And come aboard as we hoist the Black Flag
I said right lads, pack your bags
And come aboard as we hoist the Black Flag
From England to Kingston to New Holland
He's a looting, shooting, Henry fooking Rollins
I'm one of the only people who have heard Edward Kenway rap
And live to tell the tale
And now I'm going to tell you exactly what he said
He said:
These aren't the high seas, they're my seas
It's likely you'll find me inciting some maritime crises
Plunder all the prizes from the skies to under water
Thunderballing, then I'm back aboard in time for my tea
Tides are dicey, you're dicing with death
Like a diver fighting to rise for a breath
I'm a tycoon taking lives like a typhoon
Hypothesizing that you're probably dying quite soon
But at least in the meantime you can enjoy listening to my tune
It's an assassin sea shanty, so pass the neat brandy
And raise a glass to my sea-faring vigilantes
Right lads, pack your bags
And come aboard as we hoist the Black Flag
I said right lads, pack your bags
And come aboard as we hoist the Black Flag
Look, I'm a canny one, scourge of the Seven Seas
Sink anyone's galleon to murder my enemies
Whether he's been stabbed in a backstreet
Or a vast sea attack by the Black Flag fleet
Kicking people in the ribs, I leap from ship to ship
And clean the deck of crew as if I'm sweeping, never miss a bit
No need for cruise missiles, I wield dual pistols
And rule this world from Kingston to Bristol
So you better make headway for Edward Kenway
Or I'll hit you hard enough to send you to next Wednesday
I make the hardest seafaring men say
"Get away from this fellow if you treasure your gems"
They say that he ranks amongst the most clever
Of the gentleman adventurers without measure
He spends half his time looking for exotic treasure
And the other half lusting for erotic pleasure
Right lads, pack your bags
And come aboard as we hoist the Black Flag
I said right lads, pack your bags
And come aboard as we hoist the Black Flag
From England to Kingston to New Holland
He's a looting, shooting, Henry fooking Rollins
Tomb Raider lyrics - Dan Bull
Her name's Lara Croft and this
Is the way that she started off:
She hits land, stranded
In the wreck of the Endurance
She probably should have got better insurance
The challenges ahead are gonna test her performance
So endurance is of the utmost importance
Limited ordnance, She'll really have to use her wits
Now the developers appear to have reduced her tits
Dragon's Triangle, Here's a house of lunatics
Darker than the night sky during a lunar eclipse
No clips to put into the gun, you know and
No gun so it's a good job she brung her bow
Unarmed, Not Locked, Loaded
Going hard with a longbow, Depart you with one blow
Prognosis: a disarmament pronto
Shots popping off as if there was a lock-in
In the bar with the Cointreau, Top row combo
From the coast of the Arctic to the heart of the Congo
Lara's banging heads harder than Bongo's
And angering her enemies, like a mom joke
Tomb Raider's a tune that'll invade your brain
Get in her way and she'll make you taste the pain
Shh. This is the bit of the track
In which I kill it with triplet raps
It doesn't particularly add to the narrative
But it's a blast
There isn't a faster Brit on the map
Who's spitting as wicked as that
So I suggest you give it a clap
Or I'll give you a slap
An aristocrat whose bars are hotter than ovens
Did I tell you the fact that Lara Croft is my cousin?
I'm dropping a dozen hip-hoppy productions a week
To leave you properly buzzing, and it's costing you nothing
I'm pretty sure than Nishimura should be hitting the record button
Soon as I walk up and talk upon Tomb Raider
Like a doomsdaying saber-toothed soothsayer
'Til then I'll see you dudes later
Touché huh?
Tomb Raider's a tune that'll invade your brain
Get in her way and she'll make you taste the pain
Is the way that she started off:
She hits land, stranded
In the wreck of the Endurance
She probably should have got better insurance
The challenges ahead are gonna test her performance
So endurance is of the utmost importance
Limited ordnance, She'll really have to use her wits
Now the developers appear to have reduced her tits
Dragon's Triangle, Here's a house of lunatics
Darker than the night sky during a lunar eclipse
No clips to put into the gun, you know and
No gun so it's a good job she brung her bow
Unarmed, Not Locked, Loaded
Going hard with a longbow, Depart you with one blow
Prognosis: a disarmament pronto
Shots popping off as if there was a lock-in
In the bar with the Cointreau, Top row combo
From the coast of the Arctic to the heart of the Congo
Lara's banging heads harder than Bongo's
And angering her enemies, like a mom joke
Tomb Raider's a tune that'll invade your brain
Get in her way and she'll make you taste the pain
Shh. This is the bit of the track
In which I kill it with triplet raps
It doesn't particularly add to the narrative
But it's a blast
There isn't a faster Brit on the map
Who's spitting as wicked as that
So I suggest you give it a clap
Or I'll give you a slap
An aristocrat whose bars are hotter than ovens
Did I tell you the fact that Lara Croft is my cousin?
I'm dropping a dozen hip-hoppy productions a week
To leave you properly buzzing, and it's costing you nothing
I'm pretty sure than Nishimura should be hitting the record button
Soon as I walk up and talk upon Tomb Raider
Like a doomsdaying saber-toothed soothsayer
'Til then I'll see you dudes later
Touché huh?
Tomb Raider's a tune that'll invade your brain
Get in her way and she'll make you taste the pain
Heart Of The Swarm lyrics - Dan Bull
Sarah Kerrigan
Used to be the queen of blades but she has changed
Or maybe deep beneath the surface she's the same
As in the previous game
The Zerg have been and came, they yearn for these terrains
Observe the teaser trailer, deep relationships are complicated
EG: Sarah's thing with Raynor
See - she doesn't know what makes sense
She loves him as much as she hates Mengsk
But James has a sense that her craving for vengeance
Has sent her to take some great lengths
It'll take strength to face - so I suggest you defend your base
Cos if Sarah Kerrigan is never getting better then
The Terrans evidently better get together
And prepare a method of repelling her
I'm telling you, any and every hellion
Better be levelling and getting heavier
Nefarious, tell Valerian his dad's life expectancy
Is desperately precarious
And he'd better be aware of this
Once you've been the killer queen
The Wings of Liberty are nothing
But a means to give your enemies some misery
Once you've been the killer queen
The Wings of Liberty are nothing
But a means to give your enemies some misery
Be warned in the heart of the swarm lies evil (The Heart of the Swarm)
Be warned in the heart of the swarm lies evil (The Heart of the Swarm)
Used to be the queen of blades but she has changed
Or maybe deep beneath the surface she's the same
As in the previous game
The Zerg have been and came, they yearn for these terrains
Observe the teaser trailer, deep relationships are complicated
EG: Sarah's thing with Raynor
See - she doesn't know what makes sense
She loves him as much as she hates Mengsk
But James has a sense that her craving for vengeance
Has sent her to take some great lengths
It'll take strength to face - so I suggest you defend your base
Cos if Sarah Kerrigan is never getting better then
The Terrans evidently better get together
And prepare a method of repelling her
I'm telling you, any and every hellion
Better be levelling and getting heavier
Nefarious, tell Valerian his dad's life expectancy
Is desperately precarious
And he'd better be aware of this
Once you've been the killer queen
The Wings of Liberty are nothing
But a means to give your enemies some misery
Once you've been the killer queen
The Wings of Liberty are nothing
But a means to give your enemies some misery
Be warned in the heart of the swarm lies evil (The Heart of the Swarm)
Be warned in the heart of the swarm lies evil (The Heart of the Swarm)
Trials lyrics - Dan Bull
[Intro:]
When I was a young boy, I wanted to be a film star
I wanted to star in my own action film called "Motorbike Man 12"
I don't know why specifically twelve, it just sounded cool!
But anyway, needless to say "Motorbike Man 12" never actually materialized
But instead, I have this
[Verse 1:]
Check out my motorbike, I hope you like it
I'm a mix of a fighter pilot and a cyclist
Never mind physics, because I find it a little inapplicable
Right when I fly, limits never apply
And it's evident I'm not going to be the first daredevil to die
My hell is a temperate climate, So I'm revving on the engine
Just to get the frickin' temperature rising, never mind driving
I get my high riding, spinning my tires as I'm descending and climbin'
Livin' the high life, I'm literally high, pour me a Mai Tai
With a little lemon and lime in
All I need to eat is three square meals
And all I need to move is two round wheels
And when I nail a perfect landing I can't find the words
To describe 'dem feels', I lack an equal, a mix of man and eagle
Savagely ravaging people, Leave them wobbling like a weebel
I take a track and leave a battle scene
Gravity, hasn't been, something that particularly hassled me
People are chatting "See, well I imagine he's been to NASA's astronaut academy"
"Hasn't he?", You're lagging, keep up! All but forgotten
Stand like a man or you'll be falling on your bottom!
Rag doll rolling on the floor, you're performance is really rather poor
If you're struggling to keep up anymore
I'd really like for you to tell me what the hell you're here for!
I wield more balls than tournaments in snooker
A super duper loop-the-looper
The manner in which I'm shooting through the hoops
Is moving you into a stupor!
Face full of smoke like the user of a hookah
I'll leave you newbies trying to reach the new bit
Finding each solution and can finally be moving
From motorcycle riding to writing decent music
My old style's miles higher
It's Trials Evolution!
[Outro:]
"Motorbike Man 12".. in very very very selective cinemas too. When I say selective
It doesn't even exist. I still want to do the film "Motorbike Man 12". Please
Hahaha
When I was a young boy, I wanted to be a film star
I wanted to star in my own action film called "Motorbike Man 12"
I don't know why specifically twelve, it just sounded cool!
But anyway, needless to say "Motorbike Man 12" never actually materialized
But instead, I have this
[Verse 1:]
Check out my motorbike, I hope you like it
I'm a mix of a fighter pilot and a cyclist
Never mind physics, because I find it a little inapplicable
Right when I fly, limits never apply
And it's evident I'm not going to be the first daredevil to die
My hell is a temperate climate, So I'm revving on the engine
Just to get the frickin' temperature rising, never mind driving
I get my high riding, spinning my tires as I'm descending and climbin'
Livin' the high life, I'm literally high, pour me a Mai Tai
With a little lemon and lime in
All I need to eat is three square meals
And all I need to move is two round wheels
And when I nail a perfect landing I can't find the words
To describe 'dem feels', I lack an equal, a mix of man and eagle
Savagely ravaging people, Leave them wobbling like a weebel
I take a track and leave a battle scene
Gravity, hasn't been, something that particularly hassled me
People are chatting "See, well I imagine he's been to NASA's astronaut academy"
"Hasn't he?", You're lagging, keep up! All but forgotten
Stand like a man or you'll be falling on your bottom!
Rag doll rolling on the floor, you're performance is really rather poor
If you're struggling to keep up anymore
I'd really like for you to tell me what the hell you're here for!
I wield more balls than tournaments in snooker
A super duper loop-the-looper
The manner in which I'm shooting through the hoops
Is moving you into a stupor!
Face full of smoke like the user of a hookah
I'll leave you newbies trying to reach the new bit
Finding each solution and can finally be moving
From motorcycle riding to writing decent music
My old style's miles higher
It's Trials Evolution!
[Outro:]
"Motorbike Man 12".. in very very very selective cinemas too. When I say selective
It doesn't even exist. I still want to do the film "Motorbike Man 12". Please
Hahaha
And The Songbird Sings lyrics - Dan Bull
[Hook:]
And the Songbird sings...
(It's Infinite)
This is for the voices who are unheard
Who never back-talked one word to the Songbird
This is for the second class citizens, and prisoners locked alone
I bring a list of things the prophet wants you not to know
I've got to blow the propaganda out the box and so
Open up the rift and put this disc into your Voxophone
I'll take your brain to places it doesn't often go
So brace yourself for take off and watch the show
I'm properly known as Booker DeWitt
And I've had enough of this shit
Fed up of being stuck in a rut
So I'm looking to rough up a couple of pricks
And accomplish a mission to look for a woman imprisoned and stuck in a city where something's amiss
Like the rhythm the government's drumming to whip the anger of the people
Daily handling the stress
While I've just ambled in from gambling and landed in a mess
And I'm telling ya, Elizabeth isn't a damsel in distress
She's the damn best wingman to ever don a dress
To be honest, we've loads of things
In common, we both can bring an opening
We're probably closer twins
Than Robert and Rosalind
I throw my grapple and aim
To blow the back of your brain out
And contemplate on why we play those irrational games
My main foe is Zachary Hale Comstock
The day his reign begun, a fundamental bomb dropped
Columbia's on lockdown
Every day they're destroying somebody, so what now?
Send for Daisy Fitzroy
The rich get fatter, while the slums are getting hungrier
It's a matter of time before they pull the rug from under you
We'll make your money disappear from you like a conjurer
And overthrow the fundies that are plundering Columbia
[Hook]
So, I know this is absurd and sounds bananas
But have you observed the way they worship founding fathers?
That's why the Vox Populi have hurtled out the darkness
Emerged, about to start to turn around and clout this heartlessness
If this disc is flying, you'll be dying like you're Hyacinth
Hirelings or higher things
Vox Populi's guys or Jeremiah Fink's
If they pile in on me, then they're receive undying violence
I'll lynch the pious kings with the silent wire strings
From the tiny violins that won't be crying when they're lying singed
Ignite the tinder, set the sky alight in flights of cinders
And let freedom ring inside your cries like the singer
That's like trying to hide your violent injuries, as if they're minor things, by keeping just a tiny thimble on your finger
One hand holds Vigors
The other pulls triggers
I'm a multi-tasking action man with a glass full of malt liquor
Salt licker
Rapture's contraptions are fantastic
But don't exist yet, so that is how we pack Plasmids
No need to hack gadgets
The manner in which I battle a Handyman is akin to black magic
My life's a play where every act's tragic
[Hook]
And the Songbird sings...
(It's Infinite)
This is for the voices who are unheard
Who never back-talked one word to the Songbird
This is for the second class citizens, and prisoners locked alone
I bring a list of things the prophet wants you not to know
I've got to blow the propaganda out the box and so
Open up the rift and put this disc into your Voxophone
I'll take your brain to places it doesn't often go
So brace yourself for take off and watch the show
I'm properly known as Booker DeWitt
And I've had enough of this shit
Fed up of being stuck in a rut
So I'm looking to rough up a couple of pricks
And accomplish a mission to look for a woman imprisoned and stuck in a city where something's amiss
Like the rhythm the government's drumming to whip the anger of the people
Daily handling the stress
While I've just ambled in from gambling and landed in a mess
And I'm telling ya, Elizabeth isn't a damsel in distress
She's the damn best wingman to ever don a dress
To be honest, we've loads of things
In common, we both can bring an opening
We're probably closer twins
Than Robert and Rosalind
I throw my grapple and aim
To blow the back of your brain out
And contemplate on why we play those irrational games
My main foe is Zachary Hale Comstock
The day his reign begun, a fundamental bomb dropped
Columbia's on lockdown
Every day they're destroying somebody, so what now?
Send for Daisy Fitzroy
The rich get fatter, while the slums are getting hungrier
It's a matter of time before they pull the rug from under you
We'll make your money disappear from you like a conjurer
And overthrow the fundies that are plundering Columbia
[Hook]
So, I know this is absurd and sounds bananas
But have you observed the way they worship founding fathers?
That's why the Vox Populi have hurtled out the darkness
Emerged, about to start to turn around and clout this heartlessness
If this disc is flying, you'll be dying like you're Hyacinth
Hirelings or higher things
Vox Populi's guys or Jeremiah Fink's
If they pile in on me, then they're receive undying violence
I'll lynch the pious kings with the silent wire strings
From the tiny violins that won't be crying when they're lying singed
Ignite the tinder, set the sky alight in flights of cinders
And let freedom ring inside your cries like the singer
That's like trying to hide your violent injuries, as if they're minor things, by keeping just a tiny thimble on your finger
One hand holds Vigors
The other pulls triggers
I'm a multi-tasking action man with a glass full of malt liquor
Salt licker
Rapture's contraptions are fantastic
But don't exist yet, so that is how we pack Plasmids
No need to hack gadgets
The manner in which I battle a Handyman is akin to black magic
My life's a play where every act's tragic
[Hook]
Gunslinger lyrics - Dan Bull
Listen up, brother, got a little rhyme for you
But I gotta tell ya; I ain't no durn singer
I'm a gunslinger
Who's a better gunslinger? That's a humdinger
Blood blister on my one finger from triggers
And I don't hunt deer, so chump, here's something I'd like to advise
Better run for your life if you'd like to survive in the frontier
It's like you drunk beer, brain ain't configured
A word to the wise and your mind will become clear
Bright as the lights on the rides of a fun fair
So come bring your Jesse James and Billy the Kid
I'll make a mess of their brains and fill 'em with lead
And I will until every damn villain is dead
Then I'm bringin' the sheriff a bag full of their heads
Handlin' any man that is plannin' to stand in my path
Because I'm heavy-handed with every bandit I wrangle with
And we're in a century that hasn't any ambulances
So best pack your best brandy and bandages
When I'm rat-a-tat-tattin' on my Gatling guns
The blast attacks faster than my battlin' puns
A LeMat in my one hand and another in my other
So get runnin' for cover, you would you rather be buggered?
Shots, I'm lickin' off like the sugar on my cherry strudel
I'm quick on the draw, call me Mary Doodles
I'm gettin' reward money to bury people
And as a result, I never need to be very frugal
'Less you want your tooth pulled, pay the dentist
I make rackets as if it's an angry game of tennis
Don't hate the player, no, hate the business
I make a livin' from wanted posters: Jay McGuiness
Forget a hook, I ain't no durn singer
Brother, look, I'm just a gunslinger
So forget a hook, I ain't no durn singer
Brother, look
I'm just gonna get some dynamite and then I'll light my pipe
And when the timing's right, I'll set the skies alight
Kind of like Juarez calls for Silas Greaves
To make you fall like a pile of leaves
Shootin' line after line after line of thieves
And I've touched more gold than a miner's sleeves
When I wield dual revolvers, you'll feel the coldness
Once in a blue moon, I'm using my holsters
Shootin' my Colt, I'm too skilled to falter
Is it any wonder saloons here are closed?
When you bring a whole platoon filled with soldiers
I barbecue fools, a new meal for vultures
High noon, we're overdue for elevenses
I left the saloon, it was strewn with your severed limbs
Bringin' just a shoe to a shootout
To kick your booty so brutally, you'll never get my boot out
Forget a hook, I ain't no durn singer
Brother, look, I'm just a gunslinger
So forget a hook, I ain't no durn singer
Brother, look, I'm just a gunslinger
I'm just a mean-ass gunslinger
And I guess that's all I'll ever be
But lemme tell you that's all I ever wanna be
A mean-ass gunslinger, pardner
Beg your pardon, ma'am
But I gotta tell ya; I ain't no durn singer
I'm a gunslinger
Who's a better gunslinger? That's a humdinger
Blood blister on my one finger from triggers
And I don't hunt deer, so chump, here's something I'd like to advise
Better run for your life if you'd like to survive in the frontier
It's like you drunk beer, brain ain't configured
A word to the wise and your mind will become clear
Bright as the lights on the rides of a fun fair
So come bring your Jesse James and Billy the Kid
I'll make a mess of their brains and fill 'em with lead
And I will until every damn villain is dead
Then I'm bringin' the sheriff a bag full of their heads
Handlin' any man that is plannin' to stand in my path
Because I'm heavy-handed with every bandit I wrangle with
And we're in a century that hasn't any ambulances
So best pack your best brandy and bandages
When I'm rat-a-tat-tattin' on my Gatling guns
The blast attacks faster than my battlin' puns
A LeMat in my one hand and another in my other
So get runnin' for cover, you would you rather be buggered?
Shots, I'm lickin' off like the sugar on my cherry strudel
I'm quick on the draw, call me Mary Doodles
I'm gettin' reward money to bury people
And as a result, I never need to be very frugal
'Less you want your tooth pulled, pay the dentist
I make rackets as if it's an angry game of tennis
Don't hate the player, no, hate the business
I make a livin' from wanted posters: Jay McGuiness
Forget a hook, I ain't no durn singer
Brother, look, I'm just a gunslinger
So forget a hook, I ain't no durn singer
Brother, look
I'm just gonna get some dynamite and then I'll light my pipe
And when the timing's right, I'll set the skies alight
Kind of like Juarez calls for Silas Greaves
To make you fall like a pile of leaves
Shootin' line after line after line of thieves
And I've touched more gold than a miner's sleeves
When I wield dual revolvers, you'll feel the coldness
Once in a blue moon, I'm using my holsters
Shootin' my Colt, I'm too skilled to falter
Is it any wonder saloons here are closed?
When you bring a whole platoon filled with soldiers
I barbecue fools, a new meal for vultures
High noon, we're overdue for elevenses
I left the saloon, it was strewn with your severed limbs
Bringin' just a shoe to a shootout
To kick your booty so brutally, you'll never get my boot out
Forget a hook, I ain't no durn singer
Brother, look, I'm just a gunslinger
So forget a hook, I ain't no durn singer
Brother, look, I'm just a gunslinger
I'm just a mean-ass gunslinger
And I guess that's all I'll ever be
But lemme tell you that's all I ever wanna be
A mean-ass gunslinger, pardner
Beg your pardon, ma'am
Gay Gay Games lyrics - Dan Bull
EA, more like GA-Y?
The Family Research Council are doubtful
Of anything but conventional spousal arousal
The downfall of society is gay gay games
It's like the KKK came at gays
In the lamest of ways, laying the blame on EA
Aiming the flames in their face but they have made a mistake
The very basic aim that makes a game a game is choice
So if you take the choice away then what's the flaming point?
It is okay to go gay-ming, whatever pushes your buttons
It is okay to go gay-ming, hey, it's just co-operative play
There's gays in cinema, there's gays in literature
There's gays in nature, even gay general practitioners
Folks go for ovaries or are testicular particular
So isn't prohibiting it a little bit ridiculous?
To get your knickers in a twist over someone else's
Thinking too much about whose bum they're pals with
You waste your days away complaining about trousers
And who pulls them down, is there something you should tell us?
It is okay to go gay-ming, whatever pushes your buttons
It is okay to go gay-ming, hey
If Jesus was a gamer he'd play Mass Effect
And the fact that there was gayness wouldn't make him that upset
See, he'd be more inclined to deplore the kind of bigotry
That enforces "don't ask, don't tell" inside the military
And that's the thing I see you righteously fight for guidance
But on gratuitous violence then you are silent
But unlike the Rebel Alliance your petty defiance
And whether it's pious will die under the light of science
Because it is okay to go gay-ming, whatever pushes your buttons
It is okay to go gay-ming, hey
It's okay
The Family Research Council are doubtful
Of anything but conventional spousal arousal
The downfall of society is gay gay games
It's like the KKK came at gays
In the lamest of ways, laying the blame on EA
Aiming the flames in their face but they have made a mistake
The very basic aim that makes a game a game is choice
So if you take the choice away then what's the flaming point?
It is okay to go gay-ming, whatever pushes your buttons
It is okay to go gay-ming, hey, it's just co-operative play
There's gays in cinema, there's gays in literature
There's gays in nature, even gay general practitioners
Folks go for ovaries or are testicular particular
So isn't prohibiting it a little bit ridiculous?
To get your knickers in a twist over someone else's
Thinking too much about whose bum they're pals with
You waste your days away complaining about trousers
And who pulls them down, is there something you should tell us?
It is okay to go gay-ming, whatever pushes your buttons
It is okay to go gay-ming, hey
If Jesus was a gamer he'd play Mass Effect
And the fact that there was gayness wouldn't make him that upset
See, he'd be more inclined to deplore the kind of bigotry
That enforces "don't ask, don't tell" inside the military
And that's the thing I see you righteously fight for guidance
But on gratuitous violence then you are silent
But unlike the Rebel Alliance your petty defiance
And whether it's pious will die under the light of science
Because it is okay to go gay-ming, whatever pushes your buttons
It is okay to go gay-ming, hey
It's okay
The Last Of Us lyrics - Dan Bull
The fungus' hunger
Has plundered and plummeted us
From the humdrum to the hunted
As the county crumbles to dust
The life of a surviver's living in quarantine
This isn't a holiday
This is military policy
There's a rift, as emboldened
We shift the balance of power
I'm just a citizen: Joel
Unwilling man of the hour
Cause all I want to do is end it
But my solitude depends
On whether I fulfill
An old promise to a friend
I've smuggled guns
I've smuggled diamonds and pearls
But I've never been entrusted
With the life of a girl
I must ride beside her to the Fireflies
Mind's in a whirl
They might as well reside
The other side of the world
[Hook:]
THE LAST OF US
It's a new definition
Of the term "urban jungle"
THE LAST OF US
Shit hasn't gone viral
It's gone fungal
Infected detected
Tote the pistol, load clips
These filthy clothes show
That it's a twisted road trip
I'm ragged and smelly
Might as well act like a scally
And smack a chap's scalp in
With a bat in an alley
How many's that we've capped then
Captain O'Malley
It'd take an honor student graduate
Of math for the tally
In the past me and Ellie
For having massacred many
Would have made a prime time
Newscast on the telly
You bastards are jelly
You're just going to have to get ready
For us to blast brain matter
On the map like confetti
I school undead with tools
Combust them up efficiently
Like fuel unleaded
Leave the fools unheaded
And if they're dumb enough
To come up wrangling with me
Then I leave cadavers mangled
As they dangle from a tree
And on a planet this unglamorously bleak
You should probably be thankful to be free
[Hook]
Has plundered and plummeted us
From the humdrum to the hunted
As the county crumbles to dust
The life of a surviver's living in quarantine
This isn't a holiday
This is military policy
There's a rift, as emboldened
We shift the balance of power
I'm just a citizen: Joel
Unwilling man of the hour
Cause all I want to do is end it
But my solitude depends
On whether I fulfill
An old promise to a friend
I've smuggled guns
I've smuggled diamonds and pearls
But I've never been entrusted
With the life of a girl
I must ride beside her to the Fireflies
Mind's in a whirl
They might as well reside
The other side of the world
[Hook:]
THE LAST OF US
It's a new definition
Of the term "urban jungle"
THE LAST OF US
Shit hasn't gone viral
It's gone fungal
Infected detected
Tote the pistol, load clips
These filthy clothes show
That it's a twisted road trip
I'm ragged and smelly
Might as well act like a scally
And smack a chap's scalp in
With a bat in an alley
How many's that we've capped then
Captain O'Malley
It'd take an honor student graduate
Of math for the tally
In the past me and Ellie
For having massacred many
Would have made a prime time
Newscast on the telly
You bastards are jelly
You're just going to have to get ready
For us to blast brain matter
On the map like confetti
I school undead with tools
Combust them up efficiently
Like fuel unleaded
Leave the fools unheaded
And if they're dumb enough
To come up wrangling with me
Then I leave cadavers mangled
As they dangle from a tree
And on a planet this unglamorously bleak
You should probably be thankful to be free
[Hook]
Devil May Cry lyrics - Dan Bull
[Hook:]
Devil May Cry, Never Say Die
End any enemy whenever they try
Body count rising every time
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9
[Verse 1:]
My character balances devil and dalliance
They should give me a medal for arrogance
Cause I believe that either Ivory or Ebony
Can annihilate at a higher rate
Than any enemy cannon
And I'm an adolescent Nephilim
Packing weapons and stepping in
I'm in my element
A bit of rebellion's good for development
I came as an angel, left as a devil
I'm raping the layers of hell, every level
Bellview Pier Resident, A nuclear weapon
Live on red alert, so never press
Do you hear, President?
I guess you learnt the hard way
Not to dance with Dante
Partake in a date with me
I'll leave you with a heartache, heart rate:
Irregular beating like a hard break, heartbreak
Your bars are archaic
I'd pray you never parley with me
For God's sake I can't take it
I live in the middle of Limbo City
Broken windows, it's so pretty
Life of grime, shit's so gritty
Got to kill time so I writ this ditty
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm the Sword of the Order
That all of the forces are falling for
Psycho borderline
I'm sure that I was born with enormous balls
I got them from my father
Cause I'm a son of Sparda
My God, my tongue is sharper
Than katanas in the barber's
You're the bluntest in the genre
Should have done it harder
Now the best you're going to get
Is to become a martyr
Barbas is a lardass, couldn't spar fast
With a hardass, I'll smack his chops
Leave him looking like a car crash
Black and blue
I rap to bruise Raptor news
Blast your propaganda back to you
Get Kat to tag the facts across your camera view
Man, my music's maxed out
So what's a chap to do
Come back for the next track
You'll find out after Chapter II
Thanking you
Good afternoon! [x3]
[Hook]
Devil May Cry, Never Say Die
End any enemy whenever they try
Body count rising every time
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9
[Verse 1:]
My character balances devil and dalliance
They should give me a medal for arrogance
Cause I believe that either Ivory or Ebony
Can annihilate at a higher rate
Than any enemy cannon
And I'm an adolescent Nephilim
Packing weapons and stepping in
I'm in my element
A bit of rebellion's good for development
I came as an angel, left as a devil
I'm raping the layers of hell, every level
Bellview Pier Resident, A nuclear weapon
Live on red alert, so never press
Do you hear, President?
I guess you learnt the hard way
Not to dance with Dante
Partake in a date with me
I'll leave you with a heartache, heart rate:
Irregular beating like a hard break, heartbreak
Your bars are archaic
I'd pray you never parley with me
For God's sake I can't take it
I live in the middle of Limbo City
Broken windows, it's so pretty
Life of grime, shit's so gritty
Got to kill time so I writ this ditty
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I'm the Sword of the Order
That all of the forces are falling for
Psycho borderline
I'm sure that I was born with enormous balls
I got them from my father
Cause I'm a son of Sparda
My God, my tongue is sharper
Than katanas in the barber's
You're the bluntest in the genre
Should have done it harder
Now the best you're going to get
Is to become a martyr
Barbas is a lardass, couldn't spar fast
With a hardass, I'll smack his chops
Leave him looking like a car crash
Black and blue
I rap to bruise Raptor news
Blast your propaganda back to you
Get Kat to tag the facts across your camera view
Man, my music's maxed out
So what's a chap to do
Come back for the next track
You'll find out after Chapter II
Thanking you
Good afternoon! [x3]
[Hook]
E3 2013 (feat. Dave Brown, Tony Turner & Tobuscus) lyrics - Dan Bull
[Dan Bull:]
We're on a plane to L.A. and we're never going to stop
Beatboxing with my ear when the drum goes pop
Horrible zombies and hurtful plants
So we're going to need a World of Tanks
As you can see I'm not quite as tall as this robot from Titanfall
If you don't like The Witcher, you can probably dismiss this
But I just got a lolly from witches
We're about to get onto the escalator
You haven't got a pass, so I'll check you later
People in queues? Flipping sod those
Get out of my way, like fish in C.O.D. Ghosts
They've been queueing for t-shirts since yesterday
Looks like it's going to be their Destiny
What's in the next M.G.S.? Only Snake'll know
Castlevania looks like A Game of Thrones
Elder Scrolls is amazing, no lag at all
I'm holding the mace of Molag Bal
Bethesda is repping Elder Scrolls Online
But don't forget about Wolfenstein
Activision are back to back with Blizzard
Dat division
[Toby Turner:]
I'm freestyling, my style is free
Actually, I, I paid a fee
For the clothes that you see, I'm here at E3 2013
You know what I mean, 'cause I said it in English, Mm-hmmm
Sometimes I sing-lish, woo hoo hoo hoo ho
For no reason, singing singing for no reason
It's the season, for the re... treason
That rhymes, mother...
[Dan Bull:]
Man, my rhymes are tighter than Busta's
Standing side to side with Tobuscus
Sonic at the top like a boss hog
Everybody's getting watched like in Watch Dogs
Xbox privacy? That is a delusion
Fake, Mickey Mouse, Castle of Illusion
I burnt my forehead, it's pink as Hell
I should have kept undercover, Splinter Cell
Diablo III'll make me crazy and scared
Like I've just seen an alien, where?
I've been bitten by a zombie, that'll feel raw
So what am I still on the Battlefield for?
Soon it's going to be a dark night, Batman
Let's go, I'm hungry, Pac-Man
We're on a plane to L.A. and we're never going to stop
Beatboxing with my ear when the drum goes pop
Horrible zombies and hurtful plants
So we're going to need a World of Tanks
As you can see I'm not quite as tall as this robot from Titanfall
If you don't like The Witcher, you can probably dismiss this
But I just got a lolly from witches
We're about to get onto the escalator
You haven't got a pass, so I'll check you later
People in queues? Flipping sod those
Get out of my way, like fish in C.O.D. Ghosts
They've been queueing for t-shirts since yesterday
Looks like it's going to be their Destiny
What's in the next M.G.S.? Only Snake'll know
Castlevania looks like A Game of Thrones
Elder Scrolls is amazing, no lag at all
I'm holding the mace of Molag Bal
Bethesda is repping Elder Scrolls Online
But don't forget about Wolfenstein
Activision are back to back with Blizzard
Dat division
[Toby Turner:]
I'm freestyling, my style is free
Actually, I, I paid a fee
For the clothes that you see, I'm here at E3 2013
You know what I mean, 'cause I said it in English, Mm-hmmm
Sometimes I sing-lish, woo hoo hoo hoo ho
For no reason, singing singing for no reason
It's the season, for the re... treason
That rhymes, mother...
[Dan Bull:]
Man, my rhymes are tighter than Busta's
Standing side to side with Tobuscus
Sonic at the top like a boss hog
Everybody's getting watched like in Watch Dogs
Xbox privacy? That is a delusion
Fake, Mickey Mouse, Castle of Illusion
I burnt my forehead, it's pink as Hell
I should have kept undercover, Splinter Cell
Diablo III'll make me crazy and scared
Like I've just seen an alien, where?
I've been bitten by a zombie, that'll feel raw
So what am I still on the Battlefield for?
Soon it's going to be a dark night, Batman
Let's go, I'm hungry, Pac-Man
Scourge lyrics - Dan Bull
Ramiro Cortez
A hero caught
In the middle of an era of war
Or a dark assassin
With a darker past
Who will start to blast
Before you’re part of the action
Try to match your reaction to him
Don’t make me laugh
You’ll be trash in the bin
How are you going to handle a man
With the stamina to run
From the west of Alaska through Canada?
Who’s up next?
Let’s flip the damn switch
[*click*]
And it’s Victor Dantrix
Using military skill to his advantage
Putting a finish
To your tricks and antics
You’re in a bit of a pickle
Fix a sandwich
As I rap so fast
It’s a different language
Vocals roaming the globe when I say
That Stonewall’s only a phone call away
So when
There’s an outbreak
A scourge
Get your weapon drawn
It’s not a metaphor
Better call Echo Squad
There’s an outbreak
A scourge
Get your weapon drawn
It’s not a metaphor
Better call Echo Squad
Mass
James Lang
Ex-SAS
If he asks for a hand
Then you best say yes
Scotland is the land that he’s from
And as a result
He can toss you with one hand
I’m referring to cabers
Not glands
The only thing he’s wacking off
Is a shotgun
Solid as a rock man
With a dangerous secret
So you better pray that he keeps it
Tarn’s not the NSA
But if you leak it
Your face’ll need a re-fit
Slapping you
Smack in the face so hard
That the glass of your mask
It’d crack and then shatter
And make those shards
The slow-mo part of the trailer
Your brain’s going to know by heart
Don’t try this at home in a scuffle
You’ll damage the bone in your knuckle
She’s a Russian-American emigrant
Burnt by chemicals
The depression is evident
Mind messed up
Like the pallor of her melanin
Never mind feminine
Never mind heroine
Her enemies better be clever
Whenever they get her
‘cause she’ll end the five
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten of them
You’ll have to find another set
Of hired guys
With the Firefly
It’s like
“bye bye!”
There’s an outbreak
A scourge
Get your weapon drawn
It’s not a metaphor
Better call Echo Squad
There’s an outbreak
A scourge
Get your weapon drawn
It’s not a metaphor
Better call Echo Squad
Failure is not an option
A hero caught
In the middle of an era of war
Or a dark assassin
With a darker past
Who will start to blast
Before you’re part of the action
Try to match your reaction to him
Don’t make me laugh
You’ll be trash in the bin
How are you going to handle a man
With the stamina to run
From the west of Alaska through Canada?
Who’s up next?
Let’s flip the damn switch
[*click*]
And it’s Victor Dantrix
Using military skill to his advantage
Putting a finish
To your tricks and antics
You’re in a bit of a pickle
Fix a sandwich
As I rap so fast
It’s a different language
Vocals roaming the globe when I say
That Stonewall’s only a phone call away
So when
There’s an outbreak
A scourge
Get your weapon drawn
It’s not a metaphor
Better call Echo Squad
There’s an outbreak
A scourge
Get your weapon drawn
It’s not a metaphor
Better call Echo Squad
Mass
James Lang
Ex-SAS
If he asks for a hand
Then you best say yes
Scotland is the land that he’s from
And as a result
He can toss you with one hand
I’m referring to cabers
Not glands
The only thing he’s wacking off
Is a shotgun
Solid as a rock man
With a dangerous secret
So you better pray that he keeps it
Tarn’s not the NSA
But if you leak it
Your face’ll need a re-fit
Slapping you
Smack in the face so hard
That the glass of your mask
It’d crack and then shatter
And make those shards
The slow-mo part of the trailer
Your brain’s going to know by heart
Don’t try this at home in a scuffle
You’ll damage the bone in your knuckle
She’s a Russian-American emigrant
Burnt by chemicals
The depression is evident
Mind messed up
Like the pallor of her melanin
Never mind feminine
Never mind heroine
Her enemies better be clever
Whenever they get her
‘cause she’ll end the five
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten of them
You’ll have to find another set
Of hired guys
With the Firefly
It’s like
“bye bye!”
There’s an outbreak
A scourge
Get your weapon drawn
It’s not a metaphor
Better call Echo Squad
There’s an outbreak
A scourge
Get your weapon drawn
It’s not a metaphor
Better call Echo Squad
Failure is not an option
The Crew lyrics - Dan Bull
You're a dead man walking
Going hard on the brakes
It's like you're Dead Man Walkin
Going hard on the breaks
I'm going to LA
To roll over you, ese
Then I've got to get to New York today
Roll over USA
Set the car onto cruise control
And roll on the roads that my crews control
Nothing hits harder than damn bull bars
I mean, nothing hits harder than Dan Bull bars
Race in a race with me?
You'll blow your tyre out
Go face to face with me?
You blow, you'll tire out
Car to car I'll always have more torque in a bout
Disagree or think differently?
What you talking about?
I'm street racing in your borough
Underground
Chasing you bunnies back to your burrow
Underground
I killed and left your pet Kookaburra
On the ground
Then bring a spade to its grave, bruh
And dig round
My favourite place to import coffee from
And the type of instant coffee that I like?
Burundi...
...Ground
This is the chorus of the song
THE CREW
This is the chorus of the song
THE CREW
This is the chorus of the song
THE CREW
This is the chorus of the song
THE CREW
When I'm in my car I'm going hard with it
You be soft
You're in the pits when I wave the black flag
Ubisoft
They could try and stop us in a copse and rob us
Modern Highwaymen
It's real life cops and robbers
You tried to build a little scene
And got no-one to show for it
I jacked a limousine
Now there's no-one to chauffeur it
I'll tailgate your Mercedes-Benz
Until you hit a tree and see how your Mercedes bends
I don't just flip a policeman
I flip the police, man
When you hear a siren you're like:
"Flip, the police, man!"
My fans are like my wheels
With the screeches I elicit
Hey listen, your track record just isn't as ill, is it?
Illicit street courier
Good at getting gear
Look at you struggle with the clutch
You couldn't get in gear
I'm an important geez, importing keys
I'm feared by the stevedores in ports and quays
If my car reaches a river then I'll take it to the bridge
Where I'll, make like James Brown and take it to the bridge
This is the chorus of the song
THE CREW
This is the chorus of the song
THE CREW
This is the chorus of the song
THE CREW
This is the chorus of the song
THE CREW
I'm a lyrical and homonymical brain
That's why I made every line the same
Going hard on the brakes
It's like you're Dead Man Walkin
Going hard on the breaks
I'm going to LA
To roll over you, ese
Then I've got to get to New York today
Roll over USA
Set the car onto cruise control
And roll on the roads that my crews control
Nothing hits harder than damn bull bars
I mean, nothing hits harder than Dan Bull bars
Race in a race with me?
You'll blow your tyre out
Go face to face with me?
You blow, you'll tire out
Car to car I'll always have more torque in a bout
Disagree or think differently?
What you talking about?
I'm street racing in your borough
Underground
Chasing you bunnies back to your burrow
Underground
I killed and left your pet Kookaburra
On the ground
Then bring a spade to its grave, bruh
And dig round
My favourite place to import coffee from
And the type of instant coffee that I like?
Burundi...
...Ground
This is the chorus of the song
THE CREW
This is the chorus of the song
THE CREW
This is the chorus of the song
THE CREW
This is the chorus of the song
THE CREW
When I'm in my car I'm going hard with it
You be soft
You're in the pits when I wave the black flag
Ubisoft
They could try and stop us in a copse and rob us
Modern Highwaymen
It's real life cops and robbers
You tried to build a little scene
And got no-one to show for it
I jacked a limousine
Now there's no-one to chauffeur it
I'll tailgate your Mercedes-Benz
Until you hit a tree and see how your Mercedes bends
I don't just flip a policeman
I flip the police, man
When you hear a siren you're like:
"Flip, the police, man!"
My fans are like my wheels
With the screeches I elicit
Hey listen, your track record just isn't as ill, is it?
Illicit street courier
Good at getting gear
Look at you struggle with the clutch
You couldn't get in gear
I'm an important geez, importing keys
I'm feared by the stevedores in ports and quays
If my car reaches a river then I'll take it to the bridge
Where I'll, make like James Brown and take it to the bridge
This is the chorus of the song
THE CREW
This is the chorus of the song
THE CREW
This is the chorus of the song
THE CREW
This is the chorus of the song
THE CREW
I'm a lyrical and homonymical brain
That's why I made every line the same
Watch Dogs lyrics - Dan Bull
I'm smacking a man with a baton in hand
That is the plan
Blasting a gat at a gang
(Click) Bang (Bang bang)
No matter how fast they ran
I'm packing the baddest of backup plans
Attackers, I hack them and transfer the data then
Crack with the elbow the prat has just fell over
Blast 'til the last man stands
Click
The flick of a switch
The sprinkler spits
An image of somebody nibbling fish using a chick as a dish
This is ridiculous shit
(Haah) Call it tomfoolery
Who's the girl? The one with the jewellery
I'm sneaking up on any fool that be
Foolish enough to believe he's as cool as me
Popping a shot in his noggin and holding a hostage
Who folded and told so I hold off from offing him dead
One shot in the leg and walk off as he begs
Now the coppers have entered the scene
I've left them and fled as I head to the street
Thinking they got me but I'm not backing down
Stop the clock and the city is blacking out
Lagging out
I'll grab you now
You panic as I ram a police man into the ground
And now they've gone and found the human trafficker
The Superman with the computer
Is after you pursuing and hacking you
Wherever you go I own every zone
Heavily loaded with loads of the cleverest pro kit
Wrecking the road with my tech as my phone
#9litcHes# [*Glitches*]
A second of code into the system
And I'm dressed up as a regular Joe
In regular clothes
And nobody could ever expose it
Oh sh*t
I'm ready to just rev and then go
Begin
Ever so slow then wait to accelerate whenever the moment is..
(Go) wait...
Wait...
Wait...
I'm ready I'm going in
Picking up a ticket for the method of my driving?
Nah, I'm skiving
I am wickeder than wicked
And I take it into hiding
Quicker than a whippet (Where?)
In west riding
Whipping out the whip
It's hide and seek
Quick, let's whip inside and see
If I can divine a unique
Design that'll silently peek
Behind every blind
So I can provide
Any enemy with a violent surprise
Survey the scene it's Aiden Pearce
Don't care who your agency is
You're facing the meanest surveillance genius
Leave an imprint of your face in the street
Just DDoSing
CtOS
Tossing them in the sea
Cause I'm an MC
Constantly watching and seeking
So watch what you're speaking
Stopping a chopper from dropping a spot
In the spot that I be in
Got to be leaving
Pealing off on my feet like socks on a hot day
Leaping off of the bar
Ah
Good evening, officer I just need to see the bars
I've got on my phone and leave you lot in the dark
Now the city's power is ours
And I'm devouring it stopping the heart
I'm on a boat
It's obvious I'm a boss hog
Watch Dog
Watching the watchers I've got to log off
That is the plan
Blasting a gat at a gang
(Click) Bang (Bang bang)
No matter how fast they ran
I'm packing the baddest of backup plans
Attackers, I hack them and transfer the data then
Crack with the elbow the prat has just fell over
Blast 'til the last man stands
Click
The flick of a switch
The sprinkler spits
An image of somebody nibbling fish using a chick as a dish
This is ridiculous shit
(Haah) Call it tomfoolery
Who's the girl? The one with the jewellery
I'm sneaking up on any fool that be
Foolish enough to believe he's as cool as me
Popping a shot in his noggin and holding a hostage
Who folded and told so I hold off from offing him dead
One shot in the leg and walk off as he begs
Now the coppers have entered the scene
I've left them and fled as I head to the street
Thinking they got me but I'm not backing down
Stop the clock and the city is blacking out
Lagging out
I'll grab you now
You panic as I ram a police man into the ground
And now they've gone and found the human trafficker
The Superman with the computer
Is after you pursuing and hacking you
Wherever you go I own every zone
Heavily loaded with loads of the cleverest pro kit
Wrecking the road with my tech as my phone
#9litcHes# [*Glitches*]
A second of code into the system
And I'm dressed up as a regular Joe
In regular clothes
And nobody could ever expose it
Oh sh*t
I'm ready to just rev and then go
Begin
Ever so slow then wait to accelerate whenever the moment is..
(Go) wait...
Wait...
Wait...
I'm ready I'm going in
Picking up a ticket for the method of my driving?
Nah, I'm skiving
I am wickeder than wicked
And I take it into hiding
Quicker than a whippet (Where?)
In west riding
Whipping out the whip
It's hide and seek
Quick, let's whip inside and see
If I can divine a unique
Design that'll silently peek
Behind every blind
So I can provide
Any enemy with a violent surprise
Survey the scene it's Aiden Pearce
Don't care who your agency is
You're facing the meanest surveillance genius
Leave an imprint of your face in the street
Just DDoSing
CtOS
Tossing them in the sea
Cause I'm an MC
Constantly watching and seeking
So watch what you're speaking
Stopping a chopper from dropping a spot
In the spot that I be in
Got to be leaving
Pealing off on my feet like socks on a hot day
Leaping off of the bar
Ah
Good evening, officer I just need to see the bars
I've got on my phone and leave you lot in the dark
Now the city's power is ours
And I'm devouring it stopping the heart
I'm on a boat
It's obvious I'm a boss hog
Watch Dog
Watching the watchers I've got to log off
Battle For The Planetside lyrics - Dan Bull
I’ll nuke the New Conglomerate
I’m a Super-Don with it
Apocalyptic popping clips like Chewing Gum and if
The Vanu Sovereignty obviously got to be cross at me
It’s because I’m possibly one of the
Hottest technology properties
You’ve probably seen
You never can touch this
I’m a fellow to crush gits
With every couplet
So bell up the Terran Republic
And tell them they’re getting their nuts kicked
You’re outnumbered and down for the count
Fumbling around as it is getting louder
The sound of my sunderer
Thunderclouds are coming
So get underground or something
‘Cause I’m the real deal, sealed your fate
Best stay at your warp gate
My method of taking you out’s
In really rather poor taste
I leave you sautéed
NS-60 brought flames
Then I bring it back again
Like this upcoming chord change
Sign up
To the battle for the Planetside
This is a theatre of war
Not a pantomime
Think you can hack it?
Only the baddest can apply
So back up and decide
What kind of man am I?
A brand new kind of interplanetary samurai
The type to ram your mind into a brand new paradigm
And if the damn reply is yes then
Get down to the Planetside
If the damn reply is yes then
Get down to the Planetside
I use a flash and flank, shoot your battletank
Boost my battle rank, boot a frag into your ranks
A brutal hacky sack – You losers poo your pants
Nappy rash
Action-packed
This isn’t a hack and slash
You need precision for hacking
Stats seem to indicate the fact you lack panache
Infiltrators: grab the stash
Liberator: have to dash
Back to the harasser fast
Mission failure? Nah, we passed
And smack the actual crap from your candy ass
People get mad at me for repeating
“Do you have any batteries?”
Like Peter Griffin I’ll leave you
Grabbing your knee in agony
Sign up
To the battle for the Planetside
This is a theatre of war
Not a pantomime
Think you can hack it?
Only the baddest can apply
So back up and decide
What kind of man am I?
A brand new kind of interplanetary samurai
The type to ram your mind into a brand new paradigm
And if the damn reply is yes then
Get down to the Planetside
If the damn reply is yes then
Get down to the Planetside
I’m a Super-Don with it
Apocalyptic popping clips like Chewing Gum and if
The Vanu Sovereignty obviously got to be cross at me
It’s because I’m possibly one of the
Hottest technology properties
You’ve probably seen
You never can touch this
I’m a fellow to crush gits
With every couplet
So bell up the Terran Republic
And tell them they’re getting their nuts kicked
You’re outnumbered and down for the count
Fumbling around as it is getting louder
The sound of my sunderer
Thunderclouds are coming
So get underground or something
‘Cause I’m the real deal, sealed your fate
Best stay at your warp gate
My method of taking you out’s
In really rather poor taste
I leave you sautéed
NS-60 brought flames
Then I bring it back again
Like this upcoming chord change
Sign up
To the battle for the Planetside
This is a theatre of war
Not a pantomime
Think you can hack it?
Only the baddest can apply
So back up and decide
What kind of man am I?
A brand new kind of interplanetary samurai
The type to ram your mind into a brand new paradigm
And if the damn reply is yes then
Get down to the Planetside
If the damn reply is yes then
Get down to the Planetside
I use a flash and flank, shoot your battletank
Boost my battle rank, boot a frag into your ranks
A brutal hacky sack – You losers poo your pants
Nappy rash
Action-packed
This isn’t a hack and slash
You need precision for hacking
Stats seem to indicate the fact you lack panache
Infiltrators: grab the stash
Liberator: have to dash
Back to the harasser fast
Mission failure? Nah, we passed
And smack the actual crap from your candy ass
People get mad at me for repeating
“Do you have any batteries?”
Like Peter Griffin I’ll leave you
Grabbing your knee in agony
Sign up
To the battle for the Planetside
This is a theatre of war
Not a pantomime
Think you can hack it?
Only the baddest can apply
So back up and decide
What kind of man am I?
A brand new kind of interplanetary samurai
The type to ram your mind into a brand new paradigm
And if the damn reply is yes then
Get down to the Planetside
If the damn reply is yes then
Get down to the Planetside
Rayman lyrics - Dan Bull
The Glade of Dreams is in danger, my friend, so…
Wake your mates, preparate for adventure
The tension and the suspense is getting immense
A set of events that doesn’t make any sense
Enter the dream team
We’ve got the teensies
A little blue big nosed load of wee beings
Then we’ve got Globox
My best chum
Whose refreshingest of beverages
Is a cup of plum juice
Barbara the Aryan Barbarian
There is barely a woman wearing fierier hair
And then there is nobody on Earth who so rarely
Frowns as infrequently as Murfy the Fairy
And now for the star of the show me, Rayman
Slightly insane, man
I might need a brain scan
Hey man! Ha! Hoo!
It’s Rayman! Ho! Ha!
Hooray, man! Ha! Hoo!
It’s Rayman! Ho! Ha!
The Bubble Dreamer is deep asleep
And he seems to be
Struggling with a heap of trouble
In his dreams and this means
For us that there is going to be
The meanest of repercussions
Just look at these stacks of paintings, they’re captivating
We took a little peek and they snapped us straight in
Racing all over the world with my good chums
Taking out all the horrid little hoodlums
I hope you’ve got good thumb reflexes
To get enough good lums to afford a Lexus
It’ll cost you an arm and a leg
‘Til you’re looking like me
Just some garms and a head
But I don’t consider it a disability
Having no limbs gives ridiculous agility
Hey man! Ha! Hoo!
It’s Rayman! Ho! Ha!
Hooray, man! Ha! Hoo!
It’s Rayman! Ho! Ha!
I’m an acrobatic combatant compatible with rapping
Because my reactions are faster than actual magic is
A manic man with detachable hands and his gang
That’s all that stands up to battle these anarchists
Running around, I jump on the ground
Up and then down, look what I found
Strumming it loud in front of a crowd
A wonderful sound
Hey man! Ha! Hoo!
It’s Rayman! Ho! Ha!
Hooray, man! Ha! Hoo!
It’s Rayman! Ho! Ha! Hee!
My name’s Rayman
And I’m the main man
My name’s Rayman
And I’m the main man
My name’s Rayman
And I’m the main man
My name’s Rayman
And I’m the main man
Hey, man! Ha!
Wake your mates, preparate for adventure
The tension and the suspense is getting immense
A set of events that doesn’t make any sense
Enter the dream team
We’ve got the teensies
A little blue big nosed load of wee beings
Then we’ve got Globox
My best chum
Whose refreshingest of beverages
Is a cup of plum juice
Barbara the Aryan Barbarian
There is barely a woman wearing fierier hair
And then there is nobody on Earth who so rarely
Frowns as infrequently as Murfy the Fairy
And now for the star of the show me, Rayman
Slightly insane, man
I might need a brain scan
Hey man! Ha! Hoo!
It’s Rayman! Ho! Ha!
Hooray, man! Ha! Hoo!
It’s Rayman! Ho! Ha!
The Bubble Dreamer is deep asleep
And he seems to be
Struggling with a heap of trouble
In his dreams and this means
For us that there is going to be
The meanest of repercussions
Just look at these stacks of paintings, they’re captivating
We took a little peek and they snapped us straight in
Racing all over the world with my good chums
Taking out all the horrid little hoodlums
I hope you’ve got good thumb reflexes
To get enough good lums to afford a Lexus
It’ll cost you an arm and a leg
‘Til you’re looking like me
Just some garms and a head
But I don’t consider it a disability
Having no limbs gives ridiculous agility
Hey man! Ha! Hoo!
It’s Rayman! Ho! Ha!
Hooray, man! Ha! Hoo!
It’s Rayman! Ho! Ha!
I’m an acrobatic combatant compatible with rapping
Because my reactions are faster than actual magic is
A manic man with detachable hands and his gang
That’s all that stands up to battle these anarchists
Running around, I jump on the ground
Up and then down, look what I found
Strumming it loud in front of a crowd
A wonderful sound
Hey man! Ha! Hoo!
It’s Rayman! Ho! Ha!
Hooray, man! Ha! Hoo!
It’s Rayman! Ho! Ha! Hee!
My name’s Rayman
And I’m the main man
My name’s Rayman
And I’m the main man
My name’s Rayman
And I’m the main man
My name’s Rayman
And I’m the main man
Hey, man! Ha!
Grand Theft Auto V: The Mighty American Dollar lyrics - Dan Bull
[Verse 1:]
My name is Michael, landed and titled
Think of a crime, and it probably was my fault
But now I cleaned up my act, call me Lysol
I used to pull off heists then I got out of the cycle
I wasn't stopping 'til I got the bills
For a property in Rockford Hills
But now I rock the mils and the mansion
Looking for the answers at the bottom of a bottle
As I pop the pills, for reals, I live a life of luxury
But trust me, I'm the man it sucks to be
Look and see, my family's dysfunctional
Sometimes I feel like I really want to punch them all
My son's a ball of blubber, about as awful as my daughter
Or her mother, Or her mother's other lover
Motherfucker, suffering a midlife crisis
But have you seen how ridiculous my wife is?
You shouldn't be surprised what the mind of a man does
To hide from the madness of Amanda's
Even my analyst is struggling to handle this
So it's about time I went back to being the protagonist
[Hook x2:]
There's only one philosophy I follow
And that's the mighty American dollar
[Verse 2:]
They call me Franklin, I'm all about the Benjamins
I spend on anything that's got a revving engine in
I never had a family, except my gang and me
I was educated at the Hard Knock Academy
But gang banging was an absolute calamity
They handcuffed and chucked me in the slammer, it was agony
Now I'm free, being a repo man is my reality
But on this salary I can't afford a calorie
And as I can't gather enough food to eat
From Vespucci Beach, then I might resort to felony
Felling an enemy or anyone offending me
Befriending people who inevitably will depend on me
But if I end up in a feud with Lamar
I'll lick off his top, like a Cuban cigar
I'm the dude with the car, a superstar
In a street fight I'll pull off a hadouken (Rah!)
You might find me in the strip club, bruh
But I didn't come to get my dick sucked, nah
I'm a hip hop star, Blood? Crip? Not moi
I'm the top dog, sit, Chop, ha!
It's like this, it's like this, look
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
My name is Trevor
I live inside a trailer in the desert
Where I blaze the crystal method
This unhygienic lifestyle only takes a little effort
But the cash I had I've gone and wasted it, I'm reckless
I haven't got a pound to my name
So it's time to get out of the county of Blaine
I used to fly a plane, now I just fry my brain
Howling at the Moon, you can assume that I'm insane
Like my neighbour Ron, I don't know what page he's on
Paranoid conspiracies, I really believe his brain is gone
Any plan I make, something has to spoil it
I can't fit this fucking foot down the toilet
I've got a penchant for throttling a pensioner
Then grabbing a can of petrol and notching up the temperature
I've got a nervous twitch that's quite violent
So I'm doing suicidal stunts in my Y-fronts
I fell out with Michael, we never quite saw
Eyeball to eyeball, but now it's time for
Us to reunite, grab the shotties and the rifles
And set the town alight in a giant fireball
[Hook]
[Verse 4:]
The three of us are so grand thefting
The best in the biz no damn question
Man it's sexy, straddling a jet ski
Ramming it at jet speed, get me?
What you doing in our neck of the woods?
You best be checking the HUD cause in a second your blood
Will be flecking the mud when we bust you by the lip
Take all your money and then customise a whip
How can we justify this shit? We must be kind of sick
That's why we keep the piece that's the most trusty by the hip
So pull the map out while we pull the strap out
Pow pow 'til the po-po go and black out
Dropping from the chopper then we grab a couple hostages
We're hot, dog – sausages
We trade stocks and cribs, take shots at pricks
Bury their heads in the dirt – ostriches
The unholy trinity in your vicinity
Sinning with a seriously symbiotic synergy
We're the three similarly sinister Gs
Each sending the cinema screen into the cemetery
Cynically, with no sympathy seen
So simmer down and listen to this symphony please
To put it simply, police are just some pimply sleazes
We'll pimp as we please and so we send them to sleep, yes!
[Hook x2:]
There's only one philosophy we follow
And that's the mighty American dollar
My name is Michael, landed and titled
Think of a crime, and it probably was my fault
But now I cleaned up my act, call me Lysol
I used to pull off heists then I got out of the cycle
I wasn't stopping 'til I got the bills
For a property in Rockford Hills
But now I rock the mils and the mansion
Looking for the answers at the bottom of a bottle
As I pop the pills, for reals, I live a life of luxury
But trust me, I'm the man it sucks to be
Look and see, my family's dysfunctional
Sometimes I feel like I really want to punch them all
My son's a ball of blubber, about as awful as my daughter
Or her mother, Or her mother's other lover
Motherfucker, suffering a midlife crisis
But have you seen how ridiculous my wife is?
You shouldn't be surprised what the mind of a man does
To hide from the madness of Amanda's
Even my analyst is struggling to handle this
So it's about time I went back to being the protagonist
[Hook x2:]
There's only one philosophy I follow
And that's the mighty American dollar
[Verse 2:]
They call me Franklin, I'm all about the Benjamins
I spend on anything that's got a revving engine in
I never had a family, except my gang and me
I was educated at the Hard Knock Academy
But gang banging was an absolute calamity
They handcuffed and chucked me in the slammer, it was agony
Now I'm free, being a repo man is my reality
But on this salary I can't afford a calorie
And as I can't gather enough food to eat
From Vespucci Beach, then I might resort to felony
Felling an enemy or anyone offending me
Befriending people who inevitably will depend on me
But if I end up in a feud with Lamar
I'll lick off his top, like a Cuban cigar
I'm the dude with the car, a superstar
In a street fight I'll pull off a hadouken (Rah!)
You might find me in the strip club, bruh
But I didn't come to get my dick sucked, nah
I'm a hip hop star, Blood? Crip? Not moi
I'm the top dog, sit, Chop, ha!
It's like this, it's like this, look
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
My name is Trevor
I live inside a trailer in the desert
Where I blaze the crystal method
This unhygienic lifestyle only takes a little effort
But the cash I had I've gone and wasted it, I'm reckless
I haven't got a pound to my name
So it's time to get out of the county of Blaine
I used to fly a plane, now I just fry my brain
Howling at the Moon, you can assume that I'm insane
Like my neighbour Ron, I don't know what page he's on
Paranoid conspiracies, I really believe his brain is gone
Any plan I make, something has to spoil it
I can't fit this fucking foot down the toilet
I've got a penchant for throttling a pensioner
Then grabbing a can of petrol and notching up the temperature
I've got a nervous twitch that's quite violent
So I'm doing suicidal stunts in my Y-fronts
I fell out with Michael, we never quite saw
Eyeball to eyeball, but now it's time for
Us to reunite, grab the shotties and the rifles
And set the town alight in a giant fireball
[Hook]
[Verse 4:]
The three of us are so grand thefting
The best in the biz no damn question
Man it's sexy, straddling a jet ski
Ramming it at jet speed, get me?
What you doing in our neck of the woods?
You best be checking the HUD cause in a second your blood
Will be flecking the mud when we bust you by the lip
Take all your money and then customise a whip
How can we justify this shit? We must be kind of sick
That's why we keep the piece that's the most trusty by the hip
So pull the map out while we pull the strap out
Pow pow 'til the po-po go and black out
Dropping from the chopper then we grab a couple hostages
We're hot, dog – sausages
We trade stocks and cribs, take shots at pricks
Bury their heads in the dirt – ostriches
The unholy trinity in your vicinity
Sinning with a seriously symbiotic synergy
We're the three similarly sinister Gs
Each sending the cinema screen into the cemetery
Cynically, with no sympathy seen
So simmer down and listen to this symphony please
To put it simply, police are just some pimply sleazes
We'll pimp as we please and so we send them to sleep, yes!
[Hook x2:]
There's only one philosophy we follow
And that's the mighty American dollar
Beyond... lyrics - Dan Bull
[Verse 1:]
I am Aiden and I reside inside of the mind
Or right by the side of the life that I have been tied with
I’m a violent type of vibrant light
That scientists have tried to describe
Since I was thrown along with Jodie
The only one to know me
Disowned by her folks to a zone so lonely
Caged for precaution, strange little orphan
She has a knack for actions, replacing the talking
We give a demonstration to Nathan Dawkins
But all it takes is for Clayton to walk in
The situation changes
I may need a forfeit
[Hook x2:]
The truth’s twofold
Seek what the truth holds
Peek through the view to beyond
Two souls
[Verse 2:]
Hark, I’m the noise that you hear after dark
The cold chill feeling that you fear with half your heart
There’s no need to train me in martial arts
A supernatural human, that’s all
Imagine you in that form
Picture what you would do
If you could choose the platform
Traverse the universe, moving through the back door
Schrödinger's H4XOR, what did you kill that cat for?
Is it Jodie or Ellen Page? Deity or David Cage
Reality’s a game we play, grab a seat and save the day
I saw a snail crawling straight across a razor blade
And it escaped unscathed, no sign of violence
There’s no use, it’s futile trying hiding
I am Aiden
[Hook x2]
I am Aiden and I reside inside of the mind
Or right by the side of the life that I have been tied with
I’m a violent type of vibrant light
That scientists have tried to describe
Since I was thrown along with Jodie
The only one to know me
Disowned by her folks to a zone so lonely
Caged for precaution, strange little orphan
She has a knack for actions, replacing the talking
We give a demonstration to Nathan Dawkins
But all it takes is for Clayton to walk in
The situation changes
I may need a forfeit
[Hook x2:]
The truth’s twofold
Seek what the truth holds
Peek through the view to beyond
Two souls
[Verse 2:]
Hark, I’m the noise that you hear after dark
The cold chill feeling that you fear with half your heart
There’s no need to train me in martial arts
A supernatural human, that’s all
Imagine you in that form
Picture what you would do
If you could choose the platform
Traverse the universe, moving through the back door
Schrödinger's H4XOR, what did you kill that cat for?
Is it Jodie or Ellen Page? Deity or David Cage
Reality’s a game we play, grab a seat and save the day
I saw a snail crawling straight across a razor blade
And it escaped unscathed, no sign of violence
There’s no use, it’s futile trying hiding
I am Aiden
[Hook x2]
Life Of A Trucka lyrics - Dan Bull
You alright, fella?
Yeah, mate, I ent seen you in ages, chap
How's it going mate? What up, mucka?
Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
Ha, pull out the gaffer's yard in a large cab
Ah, that feeling rubber rubbing on the Tarmac
My, my, I see the skyline fly by
Due to my tyre size, I'm sure I'm a mile high
Energy sending me serenity, firefly
A soiled dirty magazine is my private life
So if you see my lorry rocking in a lay-by
It may be quite wise not to knock and say hi
The way I pull up, it's hard to miss it
But if I leave it here I'll have a parking ticket
And if I catch a traffic cop who starts to stick it
I'll tell him where exactly up his arse I'll kick it
When I park like this, then I ooze style, look
Never mind if it's risking a huge pile-up
I park it like it's hot, a used fire truck
You're behind the times, bruv: "Ooh, dial-up"
Man, trucking is the life and I live it
Now I want to pimp my ride, call up Xzibit
Tell him attach some lights and a different trim
Go-faster stripes and some wicked rims
Hypnotised by the strobe of the cat's eyes
And when the rain flows, I am baptised
How's it going mate? What up, mucka?
Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
How's it going mate? What up, mucka?
Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
Forget that big rig over the road
Racing past him like nobody knows
I'm not overly loaded down with a load of wheels
So many going 'round, it's unreal
I feel appeal in the cab of my truck
So I seal the deal and peel off like a scab, yuk
Call it meals on wheels 'cause I'm delivering
Four tonnes of peas on four tonnes of steel
From city scenery to greenery
This is the epitome of machinery
It's just me and the road, woop woop!
Man, I feel like Toad, poop poop!
My windscreen is an ever-shifting picture
From Carlisle to Calais, Koln, Katowice
I stop off at Rostock before turning
And burning rubber all the way back home to Birmingham
How's it going mate? What up, mucka?
Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
How's it going mate? What up, mucka?
Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
How's it going mate? What up, mucka?
Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
How's it going mate? What up, mucka?
Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
Life of a trucka
Wouldn't change it for anything, man
Shove your office job up your arse, mate
It's just me and the road now
Me and the road
Yeah, mate, I ent seen you in ages, chap
How's it going mate? What up, mucka?
Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
Ha, pull out the gaffer's yard in a large cab
Ah, that feeling rubber rubbing on the Tarmac
My, my, I see the skyline fly by
Due to my tyre size, I'm sure I'm a mile high
Energy sending me serenity, firefly
A soiled dirty magazine is my private life
So if you see my lorry rocking in a lay-by
It may be quite wise not to knock and say hi
The way I pull up, it's hard to miss it
But if I leave it here I'll have a parking ticket
And if I catch a traffic cop who starts to stick it
I'll tell him where exactly up his arse I'll kick it
When I park like this, then I ooze style, look
Never mind if it's risking a huge pile-up
I park it like it's hot, a used fire truck
You're behind the times, bruv: "Ooh, dial-up"
Man, trucking is the life and I live it
Now I want to pimp my ride, call up Xzibit
Tell him attach some lights and a different trim
Go-faster stripes and some wicked rims
Hypnotised by the strobe of the cat's eyes
And when the rain flows, I am baptised
How's it going mate? What up, mucka?
Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
How's it going mate? What up, mucka?
Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
Forget that big rig over the road
Racing past him like nobody knows
I'm not overly loaded down with a load of wheels
So many going 'round, it's unreal
I feel appeal in the cab of my truck
So I seal the deal and peel off like a scab, yuk
Call it meals on wheels 'cause I'm delivering
Four tonnes of peas on four tonnes of steel
From city scenery to greenery
This is the epitome of machinery
It's just me and the road, woop woop!
Man, I feel like Toad, poop poop!
My windscreen is an ever-shifting picture
From Carlisle to Calais, Koln, Katowice
I stop off at Rostock before turning
And burning rubber all the way back home to Birmingham
How's it going mate? What up, mucka?
Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
How's it going mate? What up, mucka?
Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
How's it going mate? What up, mucka?
Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
How's it going mate? What up, mucka?
Me, I'm doing bloody great, I'm a trucker
Life of a trucka
Wouldn't change it for anything, man
Shove your office job up your arse, mate
It's just me and the road now
Me and the road
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