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Intro
01:57
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2. |
Gimme That Mic
03:53
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VERSE 1:
All I wanna hear is flow, lyrics and delivery
With gimmicks that give it the spirit of infinite energy
A, spiritual entity, ripping apart the industry
Playing the part, I take it to heart, so gimme the ball I’m hitting threes
Yea, it’s not as simple as it seems
You’re lost among the motion like a ripple in the sea
A cymbal in the beat, a whistle in the breeze, a pixel in the screen
I don’t ressemble rappers when I’m spitting imagery
You feeling me? Whatever, fuck it, it doesn’t matter
I’m bringing the rhyming ability of a couple of dozen rappers, understand this
I’m kicking it better than some of the people who thinking they best on the planet, dammit
Half your plastic fans just couldn’t handle that shit
So what now, we hitting it up like kung-pow
Keeping the constant motion like the shadow on a sundial
Run wild, yea I’m at it again
Cuz SLY INK is in my veins like I got stabbed with a pen, motherfucker
CHORUS:
One time for my hip-hop believers, speak up
Bringing the sound from Paris to Geneva
We’re going back to the action, gimme that, gimme that microphone
Pappity Paps, ima bring an impact, so gimme that gimme that microphone
You know I do it for my hip-hop believers, speak up
Bringing the sound from Paris to Geneva
Bringing this rap with a passion, gimme that, gimme that microphone
Pappity Paps, I’m ripping this track, so gimme that gimme that microphone
VERSE 2:
Tsst, god damn, this mic is white hot
My rhymes supply bright lights to blind spots
I might stop, but then again I might not
Kicking it in the streets, jaws drop to the sidewalk
I keep an open-minded policy
Override your systems with my polarising qualities
And so it’s my priority to loosen up your mind
Cuz rappers nowadays have got a noodle for a spine
I’m, spreading the movement like rumours or tumours
School and influence the youth and trying to boost the future of this music
I’m glued to it, ruin your crew’s tunes, I’m too fluid
You talk shit, but truth is, none of you could do this
It’s masterful rapping, adaptable tactics, an actual classic
To backhand back rappers in action
I have the baddest of habits but, I’m having a blast
It’s pappity paps attacking the track like Captain Jack against the Kraken WHAT!
CHORUS
VERSE 3:
S.L.Y. to the I.N.K, boy better know that man don’t play
SLY to the INK, take it to the brink, cuz we don’t wanna know what you “might just say”
Hey! Man a get this rolling, holding onto what’s golden, hoping
Bring it up in a forward motion, Kicking that rap track so explosive
Spit that, half the time, who gonna come in attack of the rhyme
MC’s know when it’s Paps on the mic better take your place at the back of the line
Yes, P to the A to the P to the S, bringing that shit you just can’t test
Represent world wide connects
With a little bit of rhyme combined with a punchline, tongue tied by the one line better run by
Sometimes I can run wild cuz I’m unsigned, gone deaf, dumb, blind, man I gotta unwind
(woo!) Swiss Life Youth, we don’t wanna deal with a prick like you
You don’t wanna steal this mic too cuz Pappity Paps didn’t invite you! (haaaaa)
Simply ego tripping, eagle vision, evil villain, people listen
Feel the heat and speak the wisdom
Mandem a don’t know, Paps is loco, on the stage I’m right at home
Never gonna get a better rhythm in a flow so gimme that gimme that microphone
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VERSE 1:
I need a pen and a paper
Jotting down ideas before they float away like water vapour, man i got to make a
Change to the game that always stays the same
Like days blazed away, on the edge like a razor blade
It's safe to say that I waste a lot of time
A little version of myself is always pacing through my mind
Tryna find answers to questions no one asked
But the path to the truth is covered up in broken glass
It really takes commitment, to try to shake the system
The people at the top will always try to play the victim
They say their way is different from the people they've convicted
Then who's blame for all the hatred that their ways inflicted
I try to find peace of mind
But everytime I feel like my request has been declined
Writing rhymes at night time to try to redesign
Realign and find a way to read the signs
CHORUS:
Maybe I just worry too much
Maybe I just worry too much
I gotta get my shit ready cuz the journey is rough
Maybe I just worry too much
Maybe I just worry too much
Maybe I just worry too much
I gotta calm myself down before I turn into dust
VERSE 2:
Yea, my thoughts are scattered
Gone from a to z today it seems to me I've lost my balance
Who doesn't want a challenge?
Like dropping acid just to try to fly across the planet
A calm assassin, causing damage
With my tank, cruise ship, air plane, helicopter, cannon
It doesn't make sense, man it doesn't have to
Been keeping it in for so long, this bullshit is past due
I’ll send your ass to rap school
Cuz rappers nowadays are acting like some dam fools
How can we appreciate the the skills you be displaying
When no one understands what the fuck it is you're saying
Play it, in reverse from the first verse
Verbs blurted out with the purpose to disturb nerves
I've heard worse, too many slurred words
But I guess it's just a blessing and a curse
CHORUS
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VERSE 1 (PAPS):
I grew up travelling, mysteries unravelling
A chiller mc without the energy for battling
Mentally it's happening, it's all in my mind
Back to the basics now we do it with a flawless design
You see I'm stalling for time, because I'm absolutely clueless
Actually im new to this act, it's so confusing
I'm going through this phase where I just rave skate blaze lazing at my place
But, fuck it I'm only human
I'm slowly losing touch with my own reality
Over a technicality it truly is a sight that's sad to see
I keep an international mentality
Peace, love and hip hop are some of the only things surrounding me
And there's some bad stuff too, but that's up to
Me to deal with it
So brace yourselves as I reach the limit of cynical lyrics you fit in a minute of spitting
SLY INK makes the difference, you just gotta listen
CHORUS
VERSE 2 (DRISCO)
Check it, I want you man to try imagine something
This ain’t the part when people speculate MCs are bluffing
Times are hard so we remain forever ganja puffing
Reminiscing times when we were young, no duffle bag stuffing
I grew up on a crazy estate
It’s no surprise when people heard of women victim to rape
It’s everybody for themselves, alone we carry the weight
Our only motive is the music, fuck the power of state
We try to elevate, and take this movement to a different
I put my heart into my lyrics, beat remains my vessel
I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes and it was mental
Traded demons for another devil
But in saying that it doesn’t make me different, keep it normal
I’ve never been too comfortable round people dressing formal
But now I’m back up in my element, it gets real fizzy like a high school experiment
Hip-hop is evident
CHORUS
VERSE 3 (PAPS & DRISCO):
(PAPS
I’m just a small time local artist, my rap’s a broken promise
Acting like I’m wise, but I’m just talking the shit like Nostradamus
I’m flowing honest, rhyming off my instinct
Bringing the funky vibes, filling venues like we fill drinks
(DRISCO)
Chin chin, nothing long, watching how my mind thinks
Drisco, L.u.C and Pappity Paps of SLY INK
Roll deep, flows deep that’s how it’s going over
Roaming round and never sober, find myself in Manitoba
(PAPS)
Man it’s over, but we’re gonna be taking it from the top
Whether we be writing it, or kicking and playing on the spot
Whatever I say I’m on the dot, Pappity Paps is on time
The moment that you’re hearing me coming I’ve already gone by
(DRISCO)
It’s so sly, so don’t try, we coming to bring them dope rhymes
We dropping this shit in no time, so don’t climb, that’s no lies
Roam round with closed eyes and stop and watch as time’s ticking
Result is sickening so best watch about the fights you picking
CHORUS
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5. |
Silent Conflict
02:24
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Let's start the diagnostic
And randomize the topics
They don't wanna understand why the fire started
The only thing they want is to eliminate the guy who caused it
You build a fence and then you act surprised when someone hops it
Looking like you’re scandalized when others analyse your profit
A bunch of pixels came along and vandalised your logic
Now you're standing idly with both your hands inside your pocket
Try to stop it, lies and nonsense
Find a martyr to supply your causes
With the money that your ultimately flying off with
Justify yourself by saying that you couldn't help em from your tiny office
While other people search for cover from your flying rockets
“Nah man, that's not my department, it's not my problem
They're enemies we gotta bomb em”
What if I told you that you’re not the hero but the madman that's terrorising Gotham
Right before the dawn is when the night is darkest
Hopefully tomorrow we'll devise a project
Something we can do to start uniting all of us
Its gonna be a struggle like If pikachu was fighting onyx
Huh, I might have lost it
But I honestly believe that given time we've got it
We gotta define our problems before we can try to solve em
It isn't as simple as eating healthy and exercising often
There's no cure to being shy and awkward
But they're gonna try to sell you one for minor profits
Pharmacies have got us addicted to antibiotics
And teens are like, hi my name is, and I'm an alcoholic
It's time I comment on it
Massive student debts and education microscopic
Getting crushed by all the stress until they're dripping like a faucet
And you're just standing there with both your hands inside their wallets
It's fucking sickening man, I think I might just vomit
You think that I'm just rotten, that I'm a toxin
Well man, despite my losses you can think whatever the fuck you want at least my rhymes are honest
And I'm keeping it that way until the day that I'm inside my coffin
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Enfumé
03:00
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Sit back and watch the smoke rising
Eyelids are getting heavy, don’t fight it
So tired, so high and so silent
Go by with no sight and no guidance
Got a mind full of foam
And a body made of jelly
Play another tune, you gotta know the roots, let the reggae rock steady
Drop heavy, bars, you’re not ready
Gonna make another classic like mom’s spaghetti
Thoughts are heavy, like a jar of pennies
Got me running round in circles like Tom & Jerry
It’s all gone up in smoke
What’s left is a sunken boat
I need a blunt to hold with my rum & coke
Make em dance in my hands like a puppet show
Yea, living in a dream
Got a vision of an image and it isn’t what it seems
It’s a little bit obscene
Middle fingers up and throw a brick in the machine
Intervene, gotta cut it like a guillotine
Will it be me on your television screen
In the meantime, freestyle, deep down
I’ll freak out all the clowns in the industry
Uh, can’t deny my passion
Couldn’t find a line to define my rapping
Limelight passing miss, the hype lasts the night
When I kill it like a cyanide tablet
Yea, I get a rhyme climaxing
This track is my high life anthem
When I get em with the bars i got a feeling that my mind is stuck in carbon like a sci-fi gangsta
I might be locked inside an institute
The only thing I know for sure is y’all a bunch of nincompoops
I spit the truth the way I see it, these beliefs that make my being
Recently my dreams have been revealing these insane ideas
Back down, snap out of the trip
At the summit of a mountain of bliss
Johnny Bravo on a plane, inbound, with a drink
Flipping out when I see that there’s clowns on the wings
Get a crown for the king
And a medal for the champion
Take em both out with a smoke cloud, now
You can settle for the stand-in
Rap bandit, acrobat tactics
Hit em with a couple of back-to-back backflips
That’s that the master plan crashes
Still I got a minute for Amsterdam classics
Yea, chilling with the crew
Stoned in a second when you step into the room
I think we’re running out brews
“Maybe we should bounce and try to find something to do?”
I’m like “nah”
Roll another doobie so that we can take it easy like so
We don’t want no problems when the cops are rolling up we like “nah”
We don’t wanna speak to the fuzz
We don’t want no weed if it’s cut, so believe it and trust
Yea, I’m in need of a buzz
Just, let me take a peak at the bud it’s like “oh…”
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CHORUS:
At the start I thought this game would be so easy
I seen these other rappers do it on the TV
Now I’m here it feels like hip-hop doesn’t need me
I guess nobody gives a fuck about Luigi
VERSE 1 (PAPS):
I'm roaming round this haunted mansion with a small contraption
Sneaking through the corridors to try to save my lost companion
It all could happen much faster than you could imagine
For all of y'all that's rapping with talent stay true to your passion
But who could have fashioned such a dastardly plan of action
The man who's been standing back with the stacks and drives the bandwagon
He's like a fat dragon, top of the chain, picking and choosing what's up in your brain
Shutting up all of the rappers that have got something to say
But I am luigi ,now I'm coming to play
No matter what happens im coming to get ya man you better be running away
Give it a minute I'm up in your face, kicking the rhythm and bumping the bass
So many people are in it for money forgetting about the love of the game
You wouldn't believe what I've put up with you would start to shudder
My names luigi why the fuck are we the mario brothers
And if youre saying my catchphrases are wack, dude
I’ll smack you, inna di face then I’m running away like “ya-hoo”!
CHORUS
VERSE 2 (QITO):
Luigis mansion ima phantom of the rhyme
Speaking thru my actions not that shit I pantomime
This Lil hand of mine, swings like a giant.
Each holds a mic to try to incite a riot
Sly ink remains defiant when the station turns to junk
Pacing through the nation with the patience of a monk
Hit you with the funk, be wrapping it up like paper
Excuse me miss peach but I would really a like to date ya
Gimme a chance to make ya, mine for the moment
Don't pay attention to Mario my brothers not important
He's off racing opponents or kicking it back in Castles
Couldn't complete the rescue if I didn't join the battle
feel the shadow of the power, Bowser in his tower
Luigi saves the day but Mario receives the flower
A life of sweet and sour up down like trampoline
Make sure you hit the ground with enough bounce to reach your dreams
CHORUS
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VERSE 1 (DR. KOUL)
This year I lost my cat, my granny and one of my best friends
In every nook and cranny I’m stuck searching for it to make sense
I’ve sat up in darkness, scribbling at my desk
Contemplating my attack, resting in my defence
It doesn’t add up, sometimes the good die young
And there’s a life in the oppressed for which the privileged long
They’re unimpressed with the riches, still swallow it up
Depressed under the rictus, never shallow enough
And I’m just left with the diamonds in the rough
And on the the left, there’s the diamonds that the poor man wants
And on the right, there’s a lie that make the pure man tough
And I’m just left with the diamonds in the rough until my time is up
The so-called war on drugs, only caused more addicts and thugs
The war on terror’s no better, from Bin Laden to Trump
And every rapper who’s just wishing for his chance to blow up
And now we have to grow up
From voting for Bernie Sanders, losing hope with Obama
We’re closer to burning mansions just to cope with the drama
In Geneva bunch of hypocrites attacking our culture
We protest in the streets, where we graffiti with colour
We’re disobedient, we don’t believe what they speak and they mutter
They call us idiots and tell us to get back in the gutter
There’s more secrets in the parliament seats than kids have from their mother
We don’t believe in freedom of speech, we believe in each other
VERSE 2 (PAPS):
My generation faces all the problems of the world on its shoulders
And now we’ve crossed over man, it’s gotten colder
Everybody’s focus always seems to be retaliation
No grand debating this state of hatred that is our creation
So let’s put something to rest
Some deaths got us fronting huffing and puffing our chests
Others are just pictures and a chunk full of text
I guess a third of the world’s lives don’t mean much to the west
Politicians scheming as they always have
Claiming that they walk straight paths, they don they masks
Talk they crap, never gonna drop they act
And if they get us where they want us it's a long way back
But it can be done, if the people put down their guns
Unsung heroes rising from the cities and the slums
The city's looking gritty since the villainous have funds
Still we waiting for the day when the people unite as one, but
The path is winding, inclined and intertwining
To guide your minds eye, the signs are still divided
In this day and age we're feeling lost in space and time
It's like looking at the world through a lens of psilocybin
These visions might decide the road we choose to take
But who's to say if we go or choose to stay
Stagnating in this current state or breaking through the obstacles
We're in a bad place but, we made it possible
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Nagasaki
02:56
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Feet on the pavement, mind in the clouds
Either I make an appeal or the rage will just find a way out
We've been told stories, but it's not what it really is
When the bomb drops for the onslaught cops done shot a civilian
Nah man, this is not an opinion
Except for all of the most common of idiots
Got caught in a brawl for the city it's
A pity the piggies'll never follow the millions
The people know,
A bigger number of the amateurs can beat the pros
A bigger number of the challengers can tweak the polls
They're bringing up another caliber to keep control, so
It's back to the silence, adapt to the climate
They're mad and they're frightened, the Man is a sham so they have to defy him
Is he making a difference? bringing change to the system?
Or paving the way for the claim that the state shouldnt pay for their victims?
It's asinine, this is little more than a pantomime
We are little more than a cash supply for these cats who try to distract your mind, and then act surprised when we vandalise
Tell me again where the scandal lies
Tell me again why the people in charge ain't giving us a reason to stand behind them
The facts are blinding, but so many can't see them
Made to believe that the streets where they bleed are a garden of Eden
Fuck that, we know the truth
The only thing they've ever wanted is control of you
A hold on you a motion to look over you
Making sure you do what you’ve been told to do
It’s the start of ending, hope I've got your attention
I’ve honestly gotten so tired of all of this constant pretending
Gotta stick to the facts, when I spit this ima split the attack
Tit for a tat, so we sing and we rap, motivate the people in the city to react
Bringing back to the time where the music
Could have been used to inspire a movement
Firing through all the lies from the booth
Strive to acquire that sly bit of truth
Trying to prove that we're never gonna break
So im severing the tether with a letter to the state
Better to be clever than forever in a daze
So I'm getting to a level where I never hesitate
Straight to the jugular, straight to the point
So aim for the love cuz hate disappoints
Make it a choice
Don't play the same game they play to maintain the restraint in your voice
Gotta do whats good for business
Make a mistake, find a crooked witness
So that innocent blacks turn to hood delinquents
In about as much time as it took to spit this
Cooked statistics, dirty cops
Who, with a bit of help from their attorney, walk
We try to make a change with the words we drop
But they're always ahead like an early clock
It's how it is, not how it's gonna be
We've spent enough time dealing with this fuckery
Blood guts and guns, we've had enough of these
The people want a change so now we're headed for recovery
In a bruised up land,
The fools who choose the rules are chewed up scams
Get a new front man its a screwed up plan
When your senators are chilling with the ku klux clan
And we know that it all goes way back
Honest politicians are a needle in a haystack
Drop bombs over misplaced payback
Keep your Trump card, we don't wanna see you play that
The hate and belligerence
It's a shame it had to get to this
Start making a difference
Wake up, see the wasteland that you're living in
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10. |
Outro
02:58
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