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A Pretty Complicated Track, It Tells A Story, But You Have To Read Between The Lines...
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Skeptic Records Is A Unofficial Independent UK Record Label. Always Lookin For Dope New Emcees And Producers To Work With.
Skeptic Records Is An Unofficial Independent Label Based In The UK. With A Mix Of Young Multi-Talented Emcees And Producers Skeptic Brings A Range Of Sounds, And Hopes To Bring A Fresh Outlook On Hip-Hop From The UK. Watch Out For New Downloads... Skeptic Is Always Lookin For New Producers And Emcees To Work With, Or To Run Under The Skeptic Name So Jus Drop Your Name Or Email, And Somewhere We Can Hear Your Shit On Our Message Board. Current Emcees/Producers: Critical - Emcee/Producer Crit Is An Emcee And Producer From Sheffield, UK. He Is Currently Dropping Some Funky Beats That He Hopes Wont Sit On His Harddrive For 5 Years Like Many Of The Others. Maybe He'll Release Something Substantial One Day, But That Day Is Currently Elusive. Raze - Emcee/Producer Raze Is An Emcee From Sheffield, UK. Raze Has Quickly Developed From Jottin Rhymes In The Back Of Maths Class, To Becoming A Top-Class Unique Lyricist, With A Vast Array Of Clever Lines And Sick Rhymes, Its No Wonder This Guys "Rugged Like An Orphans Hat". He Has Three EP's On The Music Page, The Latest "Lazy Science EP" From April 2006, "Work EP" From September 2005 And The Old One From October 2003, Along With Plenty Of Other Tracks. Criminal - Emcee Crim Is A Young Talented Emcee From Birmingham, UK. Crim Brings Another Element To Skeptic, Along With His Dope Rhymes, He Brings A New Outlook To UK Hip-Hop. Watch out For Crims EP, Which Is In Development Now. Diz - Emcee Diz Is An Emcee For Birmingham, UK. Although Diz Has Done Less Emceeing And Writing Than The Others, He Still Has A Fresh Style And Is Always Capable Of Spittin Dope Lyrics. Hopefully He Will Make Time In His "Busy" Schedule To Drop A Few Joints, So Look Out For Them. (Razes Interpretation, lol: Diz Hasnt Done Shit For 3 Years. Hes Capable Of Good Shit But Hes Too Fuckin Lazy And Never Does Owt, The Stupid Idiot. Check Out The Other Emcees Material Here) All The Artists On Skeptic Records Would Def Sign A Contract, As Long As They Could Have Freedom To Do What They Wanted. So If You Major Or Minor Labels (Or Anyone) Wanna Contact Us, Email Us At: skepticrecordsuk@hotmail.com Peace.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #6,961
Peak in subgenre #4,269
Author
Critical
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Skeptic Records
Uploaded
January 12, 2004
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MP3 1.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Wanted To Do A Track Over This Sick Beat, Something A Little More Complicated, But Quick.
Lyrics
"My message is for everyone who wears the uniforms to get ready... well do whatever it takes... to win this war" I see the sky its grey, let me find the way, i stay in a silent state, this aint the time or place, ...for conversation, im contemplatin,... life the light hurts my eyes, but nothing burns inside, im found in a state of shock, my hate is lost, gone, my face its stopped, my chain is dropped, no more breakin rocks, my dissapointment shafted and shaken off, people emerge from the black fog, i backed off, i see there faces pale and grey, lets all sail away (Come On Everybody), to a better place, ...cliqued, but the tether breaks, nothing more to desecrate, quick fixes with moral cellotape, i sit before, ...my crystal ball, the picutre forms, its the delicate world, i sever my worth, hell is on earth, people crying over funerals and caskets, the world quakes but still stays on its axis, out casted, bastards just robbed the post office, stolen car blazin so solid, out the alpine, kids on landmines, screamin for help, there stomachs eatin itself, disease and aids, deceaced and plagued, and the bastards are now at the pizza place, ...i stay clutched to broken promises, and unspoken policies, my hope is hobblin, on my twisted frame, my pain drifts away, i see my dreams ahead, my conscience bleeds to death, i plead and beg, but im ignored you just eat your bread, and your seasoned veg, my brain is seeping red, i feel weaker, i cant hide, my tears deeper, than any words could describe, the mist lifts, i see the blue skies, my walkman blares two times, i hear footsteps runnin down the street, drowned in a sea of pounding feet, i look down and see textured claret, (Shit Leg It, Fuckin Run!) it all becomes apparent, my heart is broken, a bullet, the scar is open, the red carpets rollin, ironic, i feel horrid, sick to death, the bastards have slit my neck..... You Aint Gonna Kill Me! You Aint Gunna Kill Me!
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