All These People Are Me

by Solareye

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1.	Reconstruction (Where the Sun Rises) 03:54	lyrics	buy track
I wake up nothing but a pile of bones Jigsaw puzzle spine, ribs like a xylophone Skeletal scaffolding otherworldly and grey Skinless finger spiders reacquaint ma skull with ma brain I stretch ma ribs to cracking point to put my lungs in their cage Ligaments creep and slowly cover ma frame Along limbs, weeds grow and spread to function as veins A ragged breath rasps and sets ma heart pumping again Eyeballs hop intae sockets where they fuse with ma optic nerves Sheet lightning strikes on grey matter as ma thoughts disperse Skin over jawbone, stubble on face Mouth open wide, I reattach ma tongue in its place One by one I push teeth intae gums Nails intae fingers as air bleeds into lungs After retrieving ma organs from Canopic Jars, I regrow ma scars All the while my head aches like a broken heart Sorry if I'm being kind of oblique But there’s a crack in ma skull that leaks punch lines in ma sleep They trickle down ma face, drip, collect in a pool And a form black shellac disc peppered with grooves In the morning, the record player sucks it greedily in Arm puts needle tae skin, inject, the machinery sings It starts to sink in as the scenery swims And if you’re all sitting comfortably then we can begin This is a daily reconstruction I put the pieces back together but don’t read the instructions And sometimes there’s parts left over when I’m done I put them in a box and try not to think of them much I let ma brain breathe and people said embrace the darkness But it eats away at me and sometimes I try ae starve it Truth is, the windows to ma soul are black out blinds I have no problem letting darkness in but seldom let it back outside Brain cells full of demons in a flesh and bone prison Driving this meat puppet while the verse is ghost written I step outside to news headlines, faux wisdom And a road sign spray-painted with the words ‘don’t listen’ So abstract A street sweeper cleans up the mess left by George Street wankers in their glad rags I’m allergic to sleazy suits worse than pollen Feeling sullen as a moth flies out o’ ma dusty wallet Is there a boarded-up council building on South Bridge? Yes there is It was called the Advice Shop I guess they’ve none left to give Chambers Street: the National Museum and people goin’ ‘ae court The press are there when there’s something juicy tae report Jesus folks out with leaflets to make the Devil go away While a homeless lady drinking vodka the same her own way Jakies on quarter mile up from Jawbone Walk Next to Sainsburys and a boutique coffee shop On Middle Meadow Walk I see Big Issue John Can I interest you in a Big Isssuue? I keep ma headphones on And don’t reply, thinking I’ll buy wan next time he spies me As I walk past the bankers in the Meadows doing Tai-chi
2.	All These People Are Me 04:10	lyrics	buy track
The calm where the eye of the storm is Morphed into an alarm at five in the morning Became a pressurised canister of rage And leaked into lab rat, rabid in a cage That’s the bell for last orders people drink up A broken puppet collapsed with his strings cut Feeling like a treasonous plot on Guy Fawkes Night Melting down an iron lung into a hot knife I was born to make threadbare soul music And I formed from fresh air and cold fusion With ma elbows on the table at meal time I’m a fictional character in real life Catching reflections in a shard of broken glass She caught ma breath and stole ma heart I hope it lasts I’ve been the question that you shouldn’t have asked And a dead leg with one foot in the past I’m a jaggy nettle in the docken leaves Split personalities, half of which won’t even talk to me Mad delusions of grandeur floating in ma heid Like crossword puzzle answers that nob’dy can complete Once I was a kiss amid a hail of rubber bullets Now I’m trouble brewing and I’m about tae do sumthin stupit Making me a long weekend in the cells wi no charge Or a moss-covered stone in the bone yard I’ve been the common sense that seems like it’s lunacy A hauf brick flying through that window of opportunity The hammer to break glass in case of emergency Something beautiful created in the face of adversity I like counting things in fives ‘cause I’ve got OCD Shimmy Shimmy Ya, I like it raw peace to ODB I’m an excuse for one more medicinal drink And the answer to all yir problems written in invisible ink I could dance wi the devil then help an old dear in the street Censor this ‘bleep’ to express ma freedom of speech About the evils of speed, while shovin’ gear up ma beak Then give up rapping on beats just when I’m nearing ma peak Daydream on ma feet so I never dream when I sleep I’ll turn the other cheek – only tae go in wi the heid Lay out a whole deck of Tarot cards like can read ‘em and weep ‘Cause every day of the week, all these people are me I’ve been the drink, I’ve been the chaser I’ve been the ink, I’ve been the paper I’ve been a clown, I’ve been a geek I’ve been down and out on easy street All these people are me
3.	Mr Margins 04:13	lyrics	buy track
I was born a twin. Separated at birth Cause that little girl wasn't ready for this earth So the first person I knew left when I drew my first breath And came back a year later as ma sister, Mum said Once the carousel's revolving no stopping or disembarking I spent a lifetime with the mysteries of Mr Margins Left home for it, decades on a pilgrimage A ghost author, writing essays in the wilderness I don't converse with the Holy Ghost often, only in times of blind panic Where ma atheism is left behind stranded What else? I hope you're all comfy People are so hungry I wonder what that says about ma country And where I come fae - food banks, Banker's Crash Trying to be a good man is a thankless task Good people carry the weight of the world until their ankles snap Financial cats futures are guaranteed like a Banker’s Draft I was born clumsy, a crumpler I take words and rearrange them when I find them jumbled up Grew up on the outskirts of nowhere - just beyond it Nothing existed in the void until I drew it if I'm honest A hyperactive kid, restless and unsettled Mouth tasting of metal, building walls out of lego Ma father was a rebel, so I became an echo He told me ‘you’ve got to cut the strings on own yir arms to meet Gepeto’ When I get agitated, words are ma Ritalin If life’s a jotter then I’m living in the margins that I scribble in But sometimes when you’re on the outside looking in You get a better view of how the world spins Dystopia, it’s a word that's overused But that doesn’t mean its meaning doesn’t hold the truth The loneliest muse I’ve been beholden to you since the fallopian tubes My colloquial roots challenge colonial views reported as news Celebrity sweat patches interrupt me while I'm trying to think I close ma eyes, cover ma ears and dial Dial-a-Drink Spying search engines try and tell me not to think this I spent ma evenings trading riddles with the sphinxes And ma days languishing and listless That's just how it is when language is yir mistress I've got no problem with authority I represent outsiders and we're holding a majority Man, fuck yir in-crowds, little cliques and cosy ups Your numbered days get shorter, the longer you’re ignoring us I channel hate, love, fear, hope and lust into broken words That fill, spill and overflow from lips like blood from open cuts Mr Margins, life on the periphery Blend into a crowd, step on stage and then pontificate I was born where every Venn Diagram intersected And spent a lifetime on edge and on the edges Mind the gap when alighting from this place…
4.	Shutter Island Pt. 1 & 2 04:36	lyrics	buy track
I’m Asleep Dreaming I’m Asleep Dreaming I’m Asleep Dreaming I’m Asleep Dreaming I’m Asleep Dreaming I’m Asleep Dreaming I’m Asleep Dreaming I’m Asleep A bulb glows at its brightest just before it blows I click my heels together and pray this time I’m going home Had to grow up fast from the basinet where I laid ma head In amongst wet paper friends and the waking the dead A marionette with displaced Tourette’s Grabs my arm with fleshless hands and whispers in ma ear ‘straight to bed’ She’s the combination of Frankenstein's 2nd and 3rd attempts Stitched breasts topped with 2 halves of 2 different severed heads Fused together and sewn on the wrong way Staring empty eye sockets sunk into a swan song face Of long gone days disappeared like innocents in a dawn raid I stumble backwards mumbling ‘I must be on ma way’ (Outside) The backyard’s full of skeletons and reptilians Mingling as they pick over the bones of dead affiliates Wriggling things writhe on the deck in their millions And a faded placard reads ‘Welcome to Oblivion’ Cloaked all in black, crows watch and laugh As ghosts of the past raise a glass to toast rotten rats Zombie housing scheme villains wearing downtrodden masks Watch undead dog fights and blow wads of cash A decomposed marching band smoke hope sodden fags Faces like slashes in leather groan, sob and sag A witch doctor wiped the postcode off the map So if you cross over this road then there’s no crossing back I’m Asleep Dreaming I’m Asleep Dreaming I’m Asleep Dreaming I’m Asleep Dreaming I’m Asleep Dreaming I’m Asleep Dreaming I’m Asleep Dreaming I’m Asleep I’m the twelfth monkey that jumped over the cuckoo’s nest And I kissed McMurphy’s surgical scars and bruised head Rain drips through ground-level seals and splashes On subterraneous corridors that conceal the passing Of dull-eyed, trudging orderlies, Enthusiastic amateur chemists with swirling toxicology Prison camp-Tannoys broadcast screeches of laughter Manic hilarity rebounds off tiles and plaster The truth is I never think of escape or try to run away ‘Cause it’s much the same when I wake up in the other place Where combustion engines slug trail along approved pathways With tin can prisoners, solitary confined and sad faced Metallic insects exhale poisonous smoke clouds In eternal gridlock since the traffic lights broke down Floating heads lie to the population of identical nations And bomb each other in the name of civilisation And displaced peoples who feared for their family’s safety Have their clothes and living taken and are incarcerated There is no sense of belonging. We all take our belongings Lock them in a box and go shopping The planet is mined, razed and burned ‘til it glows red Dissent is said to be standing in the way of progress Anything less than selfishness and greed is seen as weak And I can’t fucking tell if I’m asleep dreaming or dreaming I’m asleep I’m Awake Dreaming I’m Asleep Dreaming I’m Asleep
5.	The Ill Somniloquist 03:55	lyrics	buy track
Trample your obligatory soul sample Dismantle your whole rabble, decipher the code scrambled Pick that scab until I unravel your bone marrow Shots across the bow just providing me with more ammo RE up Player 1, extended play Rappers' opinions of their place on the leader board are more to their mental age Aw mate. I'm a lawless reprobate. I'm always getting hate. And it caused incessant rage (Sit Down) Soul torturous, practical philosophist Stone torturer, bleeding tears from a monument The neck twisting traumatist, head sick and flauntin’ it Honourless thieves counterfeit ma style and launder it Sorry do you prefer yir rap topic-less and homogenous? Fuck off man. Art is meant to be provocative Put a sock in it. Monotonous raucousness. Y’all can just paint the town while I tend to be the talk of it Dead of the night, feeding ma baby, scribbling rhymes, pen in ma hand A little uptight, unsettling faces - bitumen mind, tenets of man Shocking spits. Clocking it. Despising the hypothesis In the playpark with yir tricycle why I'm piloting this rocketship Stick in the mud. Scribbling words. Pissing it up. Quickening comes. If we're speaking figuratively lickety split - I'm bigger than Pun Haha. I’m a prickly cunt Tell these punks there’s a new candidate for prick of the month It’s the Ill Somniloquist Heads bobbin, when I drop this I'm invincible My iPod shuffles from Bob Dylan to Bobby Digital Knocked back a few bob for the principle I’ll take a wrecking ball to yir Bob the Builder flow And I'm still fucking safe as houses Some’dy tell these other muckers that I’ve got the place surrounded Further resistance will only see yir pain compounded By a loutish pseudo-intellectual, getting blazed and rowdy Dr Awkward, I’m updating Dr Seus Since the Cat in the Hat lost his job, went on the bru And got the hoose littered with drugs and prostitutes Want the truth? Any verse that you get off me is off the Hook Emcees chopped in two like a magician's assistant Dismissed in an instant by this indigenous misfit ‘Thanks Dave’ – no need tae thank me I’ll have yir maw dressed in black greetin’ intae a hankie So it’s stand and deliver on the data highway My mind state, surfing the greatest crime wave Looking at you sideways, sipping vodka and limeade Pulling loose threads, your DNA strands unwinding Futurist, guerrilla scope, moonsuit brave heart Your spine chopped for tombstones in ma voodoo graveyard Bone fragment jigsaw, superglue’d brain parts Dynamite stickman with a screw loose trademark The Ill Somniloquist The Ill Somniloquist spilt infinite quips I skillfully spit split infinitives that kill lyricists The most fly blazed spitter since the High Plains Drifter Wise guys brains shiver, Solareye flames shimmer My name's never spoken by fakes ever I’m the wise shape shifter I’m the high-grade grifter By my wine stained liver, I’ll survive While emoticons cry great rivers and the primates twitter Gothic sandstone forests to concrete jungles Swimming with piranhas in a concave puddle Putting the mundane in the picture frame Rap rings round virtual rappers ‘til their vision pixelates Scribbing Sanskrit stanzas to offbeat companions Ma feet make cracks in the concrete expansion Discussing local homicide with Ian Rankin I’m a mentalist in the West in the East I’ll be the radge-est The Rejected, belly of the beast beneath the Pageant Brandishing A Brand New Thing to reach the atlas Classless, yir man just scratched beneath the madness As sirens wail in streets left by police, abandoned World leaders find peace demandin’ We’d need Erasmus to lead the Syrian elite to reach Damascus Aristocrats buried any sign of the least compassion So their consciences screech from tombs beneath their mansions I’m half Danger Mouse, half Penfold Social discourse over thugged-out instrumentals I’m pissing on the electronic fence post your sitting on so let go You know I’ve been the illest from the get go
6.	High Spirits (skit) 01:49	lyrics	buy track
Any plans for the weekend mate? I keep cocaine in containers in the kitchen I eat eccies for endorphin enrichment I be bevied like nobody’s business I mmm mephedrone with marvellous misfits (actually, I might just stay in)
7.	Summer (Some Buzz) 04:41	lyrics	buy track
My brain goes buzz… zz… zz… Legs slung sideways over an empty bath Sucking air through the side of her mouth between drags She only smokes when she's high - lost a year to mephedrone Doesn't mind the Beatles but prefers the Rolling Stones She looked at me strangely when I told her That'll probably all change when she's gets older Ma fists clenched so tight, wrists twisted Teeth grinding, eyes unfocussed on a space in the mid distance Eccie headrush for a second makes me shiver I take another pill watching tracers in the mirror I wish I was a Mississippi delta blues singer Then maybe I could wash ma sins off in the river We trade punchlines in the June sunshine It's still afternoon - there's too much time Can't make ma body clockwork - tick tock Summer got inside and made the springs unwind I'm disassembling the mechanism Wait. I’m misremembering the hedonism Stomach left behind like an old tyre swing Playing the blues on a broken violin Meanwhile lasts forever in the portal we flew through Battle rapping and watching adverts on YouTube Visiting places that few knew Bomb some Mandy then pop to the shop for cigarettes and fruit juice Good balance is true talent but few have it Mine’s a vod and coke and a fruit salad The morning arrives with razor tooth talons Warning the highs that we chase are too gallus Must’ve drifted off for a wee while Hello/goodbye with a bittersweet smile Faces appear from the surroundings in mist And if you think this story is about you then it is
8.	A Day Aff Wi the Wee Man 04:15	lyrics	buy track
My god I’m tired I can hardly open up ma eyes Man, this cannae actually be a time tae get up, I’m shattered Wee man shouting fae ‘is cot, jumpin on his mattress Since I went tae bed it feels like I must have walked around the atlas Then caught up in some Street Fighter vs Tekken madness Fighting Jin and Ryu, Ken knocked me to the canvas Boxing a panda wi the strength of a Hadouken when he lamped us Matched Andre the Giant drink for drink for aboot a week I’m more done in noo than when I went tae sleep No one should have to see this time of morning but ma baby's hungry And I’ve got tae put some food in his tummy So I'm in the kitchen: cereal, toast, butter and jam Grubs up wee man, step on a toy car, trip and stumble he laughs Comedy dad, coffee in hand, stuggling tae see the funnier side Still dazed, still up late, trading cyphers for nursery rhymes I need to retreat for minute ‘til ma heid is fixed Feeling more mashed than this soggy Weetabix In an alternate dimension I’m sleeping ‘til around two But right noo I’m driving this vehicle in clown shoes Tryin’ ae change gear, still bumping that boom bap While attempting to navigate this route map tae a good dad Spring has sprung, birds in song and the leaves have come out Heid in the clouds, feet on the ground, hair like a burst couch The morra morning it’s back tae the day job And it’s not like I often have a day off I’ve went from happy to wreck mics, to nappies and wet wipes Warm milk, cartoons, a bath and then bedtime Who’d have thought that a clear head would’ve brought ma napper the best heights When he’s taking his afternoon nap – that’s when I pen rhymes So far today I've been a dragon spitting flames And a cowboy with a wagon on the range We've put down a multicolour play mat to breakdance And been giants throwing rocks at clockwork-train tracks Listened to the black rhinoceros of rap 'stick and move’ Snoop Dogg too, then named all the animals in a picture book I’ve sang Incey Wincey Spider 101 times And it’s still another hour until lunchtime OK I said I’d have 40 winks when I put him down tae bed But spent the last two hours writing these verses instead Round two, shoes on wee man, it’s a day to be outside ‘Cause if yi run about mental then you’ll just maybe sleep the night Crackin’ weather, the park overrun wi smiling weans Big kids play footie while we negotiate the climbing frame The older kids'll show up and get drunk in the evening But right now the park belongs to wee yins And I just realised how easily I’m breathing, cobweb free in ma cerebrum We grow up and forget make believe is easy We follow rules that we can’t see but we believe in Sometimes I wonder if it’s him or if it’s me that’s doing the teachin’ I take it back, in the whole day I wouldnae change a thing It beats lying dying on the couch, curtains drawn, grey and grim Wi the horrors, this having weans stuff is nae bother Plus - it's his Mam's turn tae get up wi him the morra
9.	Klepto & Sons 04:41	lyrics	buy track
I’m on a tightrope balancing over this beat With multiple narratives like a split screen I’m don’t want a place in history I’m more interested in the next story Man, I'm feeling pretty special Who'd you know accused of being too underground and too commercial? Too accessible with no commercial potential Dismissed as throwaway while delivering the essentials I’m a gateway to the hard stuff but granite to yir sandstone Call yir favourite rapper - tell ‘em him that yir man’s home Brought a 99, a bucket and spade to a sandstorm Transform, the ugly truth and make it look handsome Connecting the dots making sense out of the random Throw a tantrum on a daily with a calm face in tandem Listen. It doesn't bother me Who knows how I Mayfair in this Monopoly I'd say cheaters never prosper But leaders change the rules, we should be impeaching the imposters Who secretly are monsters, ask questions later bomb first Practice legal torture, unlawful detention and keep calling it God’s work Just breathe... And let it go Never was one tae care for a dress code I call the tune like the notes on a fret board Words ma pen wrote steal the show like a klepto Klepto... Just let it go Never was one tae care for a dress code Words ma pen wrote steal the show like a klepto Klepto klepto klepto I’m a point of reference like a test tone When things get nippy and aggy I get bored Ma pencil’s instrumental in killing those instrumentals Bet those clowns without the red nose get sent home I said Yes with an X, unimpressed? Yeh’ve got nae hope Liars make vows and other liars breaks those Same old, make those most in need scapegoats Need I say more? Hop on stage we can trade 4s Now is all of this causing stress for Dave? No I run the track like a dug at the racecourse It’s hard being a loudmouth in the afternoon I gouch out Put on Countdown and watch Rachel Riley wi the sound down So hop on, there you go chasing tadpoles Mate every time I sneeze then you catch cold That style yir using - I'm the owner And the blood donor that got yi out yir coma Just breathe Let’s go. Any tempo, forget the lies and the fakery Making me lose ma rag and… boom bap! I just blew up the bakery Mate, I stay on the edge like a coastline Satnav rappers follow me like a road sign Now, who said I'm not the greatest? Either you're a psych doctor’s patient Or overly intoxicated I'm not debating, talk to David I've been locked away with a lot of rage and A plethora of awkward statements So cheerio. I'm trying to be really dope A decent bloke, have these steely folk fear me though While me and ma three-year old share this measly bowl of Cheerios Leaving those fake folks exposed like revealing clothes Own up. Away an' raffle yir doughnut But don't front – you were asleep when the drone struck Get yir camera phones up, I’m about tae go nuts Shouting at the spyware I’m ready for ma close-up Just breathe
10.	Raindropsbrainbox 04:25	lyrics	buy track
How'm I meant tae bring the mufukn ruckus When ma phone is a brick and ma car is a bucket? And I only make a few duckets off a rhyming couplet Fuck it. I’m sick of this circus The world is run by sadists and fuckwits That treat the planet like Begbie’s pint, pick it up and chuck it Wait for it tae smash, then come up with some shit Like ‘no cunt leaves ‘til we find oot what cunt done it’ If yi think protest song is long gone yir listening to the wrong songs Another lazy pop song, Zzzzz yawn As predictable as a Vince Vaughan RomCom And as welcome as a hot rock on a condom Third-rate second-hand rhymes need first-aid (3,2,1…) To you this astounding to me this is a Thursday And I’m crabbit ‘cause these rapper dons just rabbit on like Jessica I’m rapid getting’ nappers warm, who’s at it? Call the register I’ve got raindrops filling up in ma brainbox Forming clouds Haud on minute mate, what’s the caffuffle? Goonie emcees are shaking like the truffle shuffle With their feathers ruffled, come on Columbo See if yi can detect why I’m being less than humble Everything on ma to-do list got ticked Tock tick I’m toxic like a broken clock is You’re in a ‘daydream’, kick, push, Hook paves the path folks While you’re all stuck in this loop based fiasco Check ma résumé – I’ve been trouble since the test tube mate Venting rage on stage since a wee yin wi’ a swedgered face Let me get this straight – you can set the date And we can play a game of who's the greatest reprobate I’m not bragging but back when rappers were all aggy, knuckle dragging and toe-taggin’ I was patching fashions, fuck a reaction I took a second to stand back an’ Now it everybody’s jumping on the bandwagon I’ve got raindrops… I write ma raps wi a chisel and a breezeblock Sweetie rappers speak flawed junk that makes their teeth rot Green with no edge, all from the same pea pod I'd say please god but the would require that I believe boss We’re living in a state of emergency: nee naw nee naw nee naw nee naw Who me? Naw I’m in ma garden wi’ a wee hauf, bumping Leaf Dog Tryin’ ae teach ma neighbour’s three dogs tae beatbox What's up famalam? It's yir mammy’s man Welcome to hypocrisy in a drama-filled land Where an upstanding man can get a lap dance Then complain ‘cause a woman fed her baby from a mammary gland I’m still rapping – what’s the chances? It’s all fine and dandy Still rocking holes in ma sannies I’m still here. Still kicking rhymes for yir mammy Still pioneering new ways of calling yehs aw fannies I‘ve got raindrops filling up in ma brainbox Spilling some then I catch more And spit them out in the downpour Forming clouds
11.	Didnae Get Repetitive 03:34	lyrics	buy track
I’ve got you – Back pedalling putting rhetoric in pedal bins I’ve run on adrenaline since the Merry and a tenner bit Unsettling. The verdict is I'm better than Other elements that slither and try to stick the venom in Forget the Kool-Aid, I Drank the Benylin, Goodnight medicine. Codeine tae counteract amphetamines Level headed on a seesaw of irrelevance Deerstalking the predator I'm siding with the venison Serve them with a side order of penitence Again I’m just a menacing presence in the hip-hop Halls of Residence It’s ma house now yi better split, call the reverend I need to exorcise the tenement to purge the evil resident Resident evil, brainless zombies learnt to spit Umbrella-less, a storm’s coming and you’re never gonnae weather it Careful with yir cleverness the devil’s ever present with a verse of scripture and a hefty shove towards the precipice One thing worth mentionin’ One verse one rhyme scheme - didnae git repetitive What's with the petulance? Speech marks the eloquence Try to bracket me and I’ll stick you in parenthesis Your better sentences reek of empty sentiments Dead fires in yir settlements, leave now and I’ll let yi live I’m mister awkwardness, specialist speech therapist Thinking that yir better yi can whistle like a Theremin Heroine and Haggis, Pieute yes I'm reppin it Shouts to Focus Skate Shop, Neu Reekie! and Rebel Inc I read the wrong bible call me terrorist Or freedom fighter might be righter ‘cause ma skin lacks the melanin History is relative. Listen kid it's imperative You get on the right side of the story when yir telling it It’s all in the editing, ask yirsel who benefits At the end of it I’d still rather be Tesla than Edison So if as writer I control the script then heads’ll spin And ma suggestion is yi wind yir neck in like a terrapin One more thing worth mentionin’ Two verses one rhyme scheme - didnae git repetitive Ladies and gentlemen. Careful what yir stepping in The cultures we invested in are annexed by the mega rich Like selling off the Post Office to privatised confederates I don’t mean letters when I say the poor can’t get their messages The system teaches weans ‘go where the cheddar is’ No need tae make things, it's all about how we’re selling them Ash faced MPs declare the arts irrelevant And worship at the alters of Nasdaq and Merril Lynch I’m saved by ma own personal Seraphim, Angel-faced with razor blades to keep me level-headed with If yir not Stella then yir not ready to mess with this Wedded with a beauty and a deadliness She of the temperament, explosive like acetylene Steel petal shows her mettle with a healthy dose of gentleness So all you heavy kids that revel in yir mentalness Can chew on that it might correct your speech impediment One last thing worth mentionin’ Three verses one rhyme scheme - didnae git repetitive
12.	@PAM (skit) 01:21	lyrics	buy track
I’m a different person every night time A million different people in ma life line And they all look back in ma direction when I look at ma reflection All these people are ma right mind
13.	Hatekeeprz 04:04	lyrics	buy track
Let’s lock the doors and call each other geniuses If yir in a scene don’t yi get tired of the scenery? I’m mean there’s these, moany wee binary fandans Somewhere between clueless crusaders and rap fans Local gatekeepers – doomed to make the same mistakes Obsessed wi what’s real and what’s fake You’re strangling the very culture that you elevate Like: ‘I love you so much I just don’t want you to ever change’ Holding on to it so tight like you’ve got it by the throat If you don’t let something grow you’ll only kill it or stunt its growth You’re an echo of a copy of a Chinese whisper A mild breeze trying tae imitate mid-winter Repeating a message that you mishead Trying tae catch up dandelion seeds as the disperse Rules that were meant to be guidelines to build on Conceived in a lightening storm – you’re a millpond You’re a forest of headstones where only death grows With a mind so closed it turns flesh cold You’re a maze of dead ends in a good idea cemetery Converting original melodies into pitiful zealotry If I made a carbon copy of boom bap greatness That would be the definition of appropriation That would be stealing from the creators I’m trying tae speak in ma own voice from their inspiration We want revolution – you hold back evolution While imagining you’re some kind of purist Trying to preserve a living thing with embalming fluid Look it stupit – if yi don’t like something just don’t listen to it I got intae hip-hop, light years fae the South Bronx And got lost, in amongst the wordsmiths and outlaws Remixing and dismantling the contents of the novel Making something new from the rubble It ain’t where you’re from, it’s where you’re at – that’s Rakim But beware of traps set by scaredy-cats pulling yi back in Most people in life are brand new But a mad few would rather tell yi whit yi can and can’t do Dangerous words like get back where yi belong To the back of beyond, trying ae put yi back in yir box Outmoded kingmakers watching the throne Hold the roots too tight and you’ll stop them from growin’ Standing in front of a door of an empty lift shaft Trolls under the bridge shouting none shall pass Like Redman and B-Real said - time for some action Folks on the margins about to get to gatecrashing There’s an end-of-level gatekeeper: short-sight, blind faith Bouncer face, arms crossed, saying ‘no the night mate’ Knock politely, get on yir tip-toes, peer in the windaes If they still ignore yi take that door aff it’s hinges To be clear, this is not originators or the source This is local wee ghosts, who think they embody the host Parasites living inside other people’s paradigms Often found online dispensing bad advice Performing someone else’s style and taking the applause Claiming that their hot but probably the fakest of the lot Apologies if this seems like whinging about whinging Too late I’ve said it noo the’s cat among the pigeons
14.	Deconstruction (Where the Sun Sets) 03:41	lyrics	buy track
Location: ma head. Population: one of many Where voices with conflicting opinions are ten a penny Mr Margins, fearsome and timorous Conducting lunar orchestras for nocturnal chimeras All these people are me – that’s the fiction It’s just an excuse for being a walking contradiction And if you question ma convictions I can always blame it all on the human condition There’s no better reason If you want to breathe better The Trick is to Keep Breathing It’s an obvious statement but you’d be amazed at The number of people are suffocatin’ on a daily basis So who the fuck am I? I’m a beautiful butterfly The last good thing in the world yi can’t monetise A baby’s love reflected in its mother’s eyes I’m summer skies or a flame you thought had died come alive Take me to pieces, tear me apart Spare me the speeches, break-beat ma heart Scrape me off the ceiling – ribs, legs and arms And put it all back into bottles and jars I heard the scene was buzzin’ So I just dropped in tae kill it tell the driver keep the meter running My card’s marked like playing wi a card shark It’s a shame ma ambitions only run tae being a smart arse Started out on track, now I’m in the dark lost Claiming ma genres give me carte blanche Tae say whatever the fuck I want Under the guise that braggadocio’s an art form These are the conflicts I’m torn in half with I’m half whiz-kid, half-half-wit, but don’t know whit half’s whit And if this half splits, while I spit raps quick In ma mismatched kicks, I’ll still get this rap riff-raff ripped Big Issue John died, I never did buy ma copy mate Just walked away, weighted down by ma pocket change I draw this place and populate the stage with words from a page Put notes on a stave, for someone else to orchestrate Take me to pieces, tear me apart Spare me the speeches, break-beat ma heart Scrape me off the ceiling – ribs, legs and arms And put it all back into bottles and jars Flip the script when some cat says ‘He’s like this’ and ‘she’s like that’ In case before the first act ends You find you’ve been typecast All these labels just won’t stick Peel them off and get them binned It’s OK when the day begins To wake up in another skin A table made to list your traits Two columns plus and minuses Leaves no room for light and shade That live among the binary Don’t worry if from time to time You feel as if you lose yourself Cause names that make a bruise can heal And truth is I’m confused as well So horde your contradictions up And fill them out with bricks and mud A home to house the things you love From folks that are too quick to judge Don’t let the poisoned few Pidgeon hole your point of view Girls in pink and boys in blue If the song gets old then coin a tune Reinvent your voice anew To rise above these jealousies Find the notes to buoy your mood And try another melody One passage that they underlined To highlight to a younger mind Change yir stripes a hundred times For clarity – stay undefined

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released November 4, 2018

Words by Solareye
Music and Production by Dunt & Harvey Kartel
Additional keys by Michael Abubakar
Summer (Some Buzz) contains Banana Sessions L.O.V.E. D.R.U.G.
Hatekeeprz contains the voice of Loki AKA Darren McGarvey
Mixed by S.A.W.
Videography by Neoneight Ltd
Cover art by Will Stark @ Callahan + Fish

Thank-you to every one of you weirdos, awkward cats and outsiders. Shouts to the Odd Squad family. One love.
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