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Straight Out Uv Leicester EP

by Guerrilla Nature

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1.
Apathy 03:51
So may sheeple living way beyond their means, Credit to the limit, celebrity dreams, Watching TV, eating ice cream, Judging all the hustlers, prostitutes and fiends, Don’t get me wrong, I don’t detest these people, Try not to hate or blame, say we’re all equal, But the situation’s sticky like treacle, They huddle under steeples, in mosques and synagogues, Selling out, swearing, “I aint a sinner, God knows I’m a winner, God knows I’m a bringer, Of dinner to my kin and while yours are getting thinner, We won’t be feeling the cold this winter, Or the drought next summer, oh what a bummer, For those who are needy, hungry and slummers, But I can’t help you from the comfort of my hummer, An abundance of intrinsic apathy’s to blame, I don’t mean to preach but I have to maintain, Society plays its own part in a game, That regularly sees innocent people slain, All for the sake of some capital gain. Wake up! Maybe we can make the change, We’re slaves on a ship, talking ‘bout who got the flyest chain, Kweli said it with some thoughtful disdain, Now it’s time to train your thoughts, you know what I’m saying! Ignorance and laziness is no excuse, Generally we’re blissfully unaware of the truth, If history’s a fair show of system abuse, which it is, I think we must unite like troops, Or forget it, allow the effort, Can’t respect that way of being, As much as one who doesn’t get it, But knows it aint right, is down for the cause, And won’t stop fighting until we change laws. Lethargy / apathy, get to me, it has to be, Said in my opinion or I’m letting them, Batter me into submission, Weakening my own position with the words I spit, Unless I’m on the mic, so my mission, I is to keep my mouth shut and my head ducked, Keep my thoughts to myself, Stay away from the crooks, Not give too much credit, To muppets who get stuck on the looks, But never picked up a book, The telly celebrities, Stuffing people’s heads with breeze, They call it entertainment, But I’m telling you it’s dead to me, No I won’t let it be, The crux of the matter is, Inescapably apparent all the time, That’s why I like to rhyme, It’s a little way to resist, Without committing crime, And I really am trying, To elevate myself, everyday, Efforts mostly go into attempting not to hate myself, Man hands on misery to man, It deepens like a coastal shelf, While fools in old school hats and coats, Feed off of falsifying wealth, We gratify ourselves at the cost of others, Enemies, friends, lovers, sisters and brothers, You can’t hide away forever under your covers, Or bury yourself in the bosom of your mother, For eternity, your fraternity won’t save you, From reality on the day they engrave you. Ignorance and laziness is no excuse, Generally we’re blissfully unaware of the truth, If history’s a fair show of system abuse, which it is, I feel we must unite like troops, Or forget it, allow the effort, Can’t respect that way of being, As much as one who doesn’t get it, But knows it aint right, is down for the cause, And won’t decide based on the loudest applause. Ignorance and laziness is no excuse, Generally we’re blissfully unaware of the truth, If history’s a fair show of system abuse, which it is, I feel we must unite like troops, Or forget it, allow the effort, Can’t respect that way of being, As much as one who doesn’t get it, But knows it aint right, is down for the cause, And prepared to acknowledge that we need to do more.
2.
Internalise 04:12
(Verse 1) At night I lie awake, hyper-paranoid, If I'm a shape, I'm a hyperbolic paraboloid, Perplexed face? Got so many complexes, Simultaneoulsy concaves and convexes, Like pringles, pop, pop, pop, I can't stop, "Guerrilla Nature, tasty single," "Wait, the albums going to drop," Not trying to hate you, But maybe you'll envy me, When you realise I'm blatantly, The way I'm meant to be, And you can hate on me, but eventually, You'll all be nodding heads to these MP3's, these wankster rappers seem to spit so emptily, Over beats made with MPC's and them PC's, Not them PC's who want to empty streets, When they come around the hatred only seems to increase, So I din't concur with mindless, spineless creeps, Leaking secrets they could keep if they weren't weak, Loose lips sink ships, they'll find their fleet, HMP for a few free weeks, The difference between them and me, probably is, They might never learn what not to spew from their beaks. (Hook) I internalise, verbalise, spit fire, burn your skies, Lift higher as I herbalise, burn the lies, Twist liars fo rthe truth, sometimes I have to compromise, It's brutal for the youth now, show them how to grow wise. Don't encourage them to close their eyes. (Verse 2) Well, I've never been to prison but I'm not scared to go, Lost in the prism, won't kow-tow, shot the dro, Or won't kow-tow, spit it any way you like it, Flip it and I slice it, I'm adaptable to change, Multiple personalities, one brain, I rearrange the flow across varying terrain, I can play a show, have you chanting refrains, Ppoint the finger on some stuff, tell you who I'd blame, But the lingering fact is that I'm pretty insane, Conspiracy theories harmonise with melodies, juxtaposing contentment with jealousy, And resentment with ecstasy, it's all relevant will be the death of me, it's all relative, I suggest you don't step to me aggressively, I 'm relatively crazy, it's very likely, You're relatively lazy compared to me, And I'm not scared of truth or scared to be free. (Hook) I internalise, verbalise, spit fire, burn your skies, Lift higher as I herbalise, burn the lies, Twist liars fo rthe truth, sometimes I have to compromise, It's brutal for the youth now, show them how to grow wise. Don't demonstrate to them how to live lies. (Verse 3)
3.
Fat Cats 04:21
(Verse1) The cats are only fat because all the neighbours feed them, They’re claims to be hungry are no reason to believe them, I think the cats are greedy, not needy, that’s why, I aint trying to be that nine to five guy, Faking funny with the sly, scamming money on the side, Putting all my effort into just getting by, I expend a little energy, get a little high, And you know I never be relying on the bly, You can do your worst to trouble me, if you want to try, You will not burst the bubble, we just stay high, Avoid the fat cats and the cats at the tax office, They try to walk on us like mats like, “what’s this, Money that you haven’t been declaring in your pocket?” One day they’re going to cop it from a guy who’s cheesed off, With the tension level increase unlikely to stop, As the bombs continue to drop in other regions, All year, through every day, through every season, What’s the reason for supporting that kind of activity? To my mind it’s not kind, The fact is that to reality we’re blind, And the truth and the answers are what I’m trying to find, It’s a long, hard trek but I was built for the climb, Unlike the poor kids dying digging diamond mines, Surely that way of life isn’t part of their design. (Hook) Fat cats paying less tax than scrat chaps, With dirty hands on minimum wage, Well perhaps that’s the way it’s supposed to be, But that’s not my philosophy, The rich ones seem to pass the buck constantly, Apparently, salary should be, Proportionate to the responsibility, Of the employee but it appears clear to me, Very few accept true culpability. (Verse 2) They owed me tax back but they ripped me off, I tried working but it just pssst me off, Never put my head in that public trough, Signed off, I refuse to claim or work for a boss, Another chief? You must be out of your damn mind, As if managers haven’t wasted ‘nough of my damn time, Yeah, it’s true that I’ll be stuck in the grime, Till my end of days, but it beats toeing the line, I resign from a life with my nose to the grindstone, Waiting for an opportunity to get my mind blown, I want to travel the world and then ride home, To some dough I’ve grown, no stress on my dome, A giff gaff phone, I’m done with the contracts, Used to be reliable, now they’ve all gone whack, I’m trying to stay on track and in the black, Would achieve but for these money monkeys on my back, The fabric of society cracks like a seed bract, Man are naïve if we don’t see that, We have to all put an and to the greed that, Lets us get fat from the brat to the O.A.P. cat, That’s that, no point disagreeing, yo, The five-oh are the only thing I’m fleeing, Oh, and big bro too, looks what we go through, Poised to judge you even if they don’t know you. (Hook) Fat cats paying less tax than scrat chaps, With dirty hands on minimum wage, Well perhaps that’s the way it’s supposed to be, But that’s not my philosophy, The rich ones seem to pass the buck constantly, Apparently, salary should be, Proportionate to the responsibility, Of the employee but it appears clear to me, Very few accept true culpability. (Verse 3) I don’t own anything, I don’t pretend to, Everything you think is yours was only lent you, Till the day you pass away, or maybe before that, If you aint on the ball, always wear your thought cap, Forget the jersey and the New Era sport cap, We’re the emcees and producers who brought back you logic, Made you wonder why the chuff you bought that, Materially rich but spiritually poor - hahaha!, I don’t want to, if I have to I’ll AT-AT crooked lawmakers, Feeders of the fat cat, It’s up to one, it’s up to all, Please help me to prevent societal brawl, That will befall us, we’re guaranteeing rawness, We’re carving up communities, The people are the sawdust, Climbing frames in the park covered in pure rust, Spuriously wild claims emblazoned on tour bus, Paedophiles in the playground, scum on your bus, Creative ways to play and dumb it down for us, Wake up, get your head out of your Starbucks, Smell the mochaccino, recognise that they whore us, The deplore us, yet they implore us, Conform unconditionally, none of it’s for us, So many moan but very few act, Because they’d missed their creature comforts, The problem’s enormous... (Hook) Fat cats paying less tax than scrat chaps, With dirty hands on minimum wage, Well perhaps that’s the way it’s supposed to be, But that’s not my philosophy, The rich ones seem to pass the buck constantly, Apparently, salary should be, Proportionate to the responsibility, Of the employee but it appears clear to me, Very few accept true culpability.
4.
Slow Down 03:24
Every day I brace my shoulders to take the weight, Of the world, cut my nose off to spite my own face, Fam don’t understand, nor really do mates, Ladies sense danger, no need to give chase, These erroneous fools with all their codes and rules, Used to be they were just feeding me fuel, But now I’m getting suffocated, Lack of oxygen will leave a fire dissipated, Oxymorons used by little prissy fakers, Break us down slow, live fast die young, Or survive at a snail’s pace sedated by rum, Or beer or Guinnesses, Look here at what your business is, “No, I’m watching telly, Drinking wine and making Christmas lists,” It’s bullshit, I try to rise above, But I can’t levitate with no intimate love, I truly do appreciate my friends’ affectionate hugs, But older lonely burns me colder, Only turning to thug. (Hook) I need to slow down, calm down, take a step back, Avoid the showdowns, clowns get no respect back, Down in the dumps every day I often get, That’s why I express myself on these blessed tracks. (Verse 2) I live a pitiful little existence, A victim of myself trying to fight the system, Resistance is futile against the beast, The cogs keep turning, the machines leech the peeps, Evil creeps no more, it stands proud and blatant, Even some of the religious ones are feeding Satan, I’m losing my patience, ready for battle stations, But whose mates are they? Not mine, at their cattle stations? I intend to rattle cages, by the end it’s going to be outrageous, Going round the bend, revolutionary spirit, Ageless lyrics, can you hear it, flowing mind to pen to paper, Ostentatious never, laters if you are, it aint clever, And it aint big, I’d like to split some wigs, Right now, but I’m better than that so I spit sick, I still flip, occasionally bust a few heads, But the preference would be to just bun a few instead. I need to slow down, calm down, take a step back, Avoid the showdowns, clowns get no respect back, Down in the dumps every day I often get, That’s why I express myself Please excuse the excess procrastination, I’m trying to reflect on the X-generation, Or generation X and the one that came next, The one that I came from and the next generation, The one that will take off from where we help place them, The lines that we draw, they’re likely to trace them, I’m not saying it’s good to encase them, Encapsulated safety will only isolate them, Help to displace them, no longer sisters and brothers, This could be possible with excess cover, Instead demonstrate how to relate to one another, Respectfully, encourage open hearts and never smother, The parts of us that help us to discover, What we are, true self-expression, Education through setting, Positive examples, raise the bar, next level, Just truth, letting go of our suffering and scars. (Hook) We need to slow down, calm down, take a step back, Let the world chill out for a while and let that, Lift us up past historical setbacks, It’s a code that increasingly frequently gets cracked. (repeat)
5.
Remorsel 02:19
This is an apology to people I’ve neglected, I didn’t ever mean to make you feel disrespected, You know who you are, here’s my sorry, accept it, Or don’t, just know that in the song truth’s reflected, I never intended to make you feel rejected, Maybe it’s too late now, I’ve already wrecked it, But wait, here’s what I’ve got to say, until you’ve checked it, Don’t get confused and start with some next ish, Off the soap box, don’t abuse and complex it, The situation’s simple, let me take the case and rest it, You know I’ve got some stuff I need to get of my chest… There are so many things I really need to say, Some personal debts that I have yet to pay, Some demons in my mind that I have yet to slay, There’s no way of progressing, without digressing, You can’t raise up weighed down by regretting, So I count my blessings, I renounce the stressing, Swear I’m going to do my very best to stop messing, Around with my time, stay profound with the rhymes, Avoid the emotional and personal crimes, You can hear it in my lines, I’m maturing over time, Like a fine red wine, yet to reach my prime, Some grapes made the grade, some got left behind, This goes out to those I just defined. My behaviour’s unacceptable sometimes, I know it, It’s almost regrettable, all the times I blow it, But regret is pointless, this I also know, It’s for those I do and don’t see, this remorse I show. This is an apology for those I know no more, Ex-girlfriends who should know they were no w***es, Though I might have said you were, ‘cause I was so sore, Or called you posh b****es, ‘cause I felt so poor, Like a peasant shown what it is to eat pheasant, Then reduced to former status, a feeling so unpleasant, No the anger hasn’t left me yet, the hate is always present, It just depends upon to which level I express it, You might have found the button and you knew how to press it, But once you switch the mechanism, I’m bound to wreck it, Self-destruct mode, I turn cold and goad, I don’t give a chuff, It’s like a mould that grows, Insidious, my family have seen it too, it’s hideous, My friends have borne the brunt as well, It borders on ridiculous, Acting like a chump from hell, I’ve made some of them sick of this, Sometimes it’s aggression, sometimes overly meticulous, Fun times wrecked by me, Acting like a prick and cussing chicks, Saying they’re b****es, making fuss, And nearly breaking us apart, Back to the start again, I say, Apologies to those I left behind, Thanks to those who stayed.
6.
Strong 04:40
(Verse 1 - Guerrilla Nature) I split most of my time betweeen committing petty crimes, And constucting clever rhymes designed to blow your mind, Legality is not synonymous with morality, The way I see the way I earn my salary is fine, The victimless violations I perpetrate, Are merely stitches on the scars of a world of hate, Rising murder rate, I'm internationally not involved, Not irrationally, fashionalby going for gold, I never sold out once, anyone who says I did is full of it, Twenty one, I started writing late but never quit, Ever hit big, believe I won't kick back, Until I smash it, even if I don't I'll still hash tracks together, Still stash sacks of featherlight, frosty buds of boom funk, Never crack, in the backpack or trunk, I'm a UK geezer, so I should stay boot, Either way we stay away from smack too, smoke or shoot, We're (Hook) Too strong for them, they don't know how we're rolling, Too strong for them, they don't know how we do, Too strong for them, they don't know what we're holding, Too strong for them, let me ask you, do you? let me ask you, do you? (Verse 2 - Guerrilla Nature) I've spent so long rapping for free, Had ex-friends and girlfriends laughing at me, Been mapping the streets, always packing the weed, For years dealt with so much hassle and beef, Been driven to considering strapping with heat, Never needed to yet, I ust baffle the chiefs, Whether dealing with creeps or when I tackle police, In the past, lost my rag and had to smack a PC, These days, I'm learning how to hack a PC, Never been a thief trying to jack a TV, Plus I'm learning craft, how to mackle a beat, Hours in the studio sitting with a screen, And I'm not going back to just wrapping up neat, Little packs of that coke, crack and the green, For the fiends, feeling like I'm putting cracks in their dreams, Now it's time to elevate, start smashing the scene, We're (Hook) Too strong for them, they don't know how we're rolling, Too strong for them, they don't know how we do, Too strong for them, they don't know what we're holding, Too strong for them, let me ask you, do you? let me ask you, do you? (Verse 3 - Calvin J) Though I walk in darkness, Don't you know inside, Is where I find the light, And the love inside you, Is what you have to use to try, Come and win the fight, So when they try to stop you, yes you know, say that, They're going to find it hard, 'cause the love and guidance, And strength and protection, yo, Me mget it from my God (Hook) Too strong for them, they don't know how we're rolling, Too strong for them, they don't know how we do, Too strong for them, they don't know what we're holding, Too strong for them, let me ask you, do you? let me ask you, do you?

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