Klepto & Sons

from All These People Are Me by Solareye

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lyrics

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