Song picture
06. Raze - Ink Rainbows
Comment Share
Free download
A bit weird
producers dope birmingham emcees steel diz sheffield criminal skeptic records uk skeptic records dizasta crit crim 2x
Artist picture
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
Charts
Peak #3,452
Peak in subgenre #1,873
Author
Raze
Rights
Skeptic Records
Uploaded
April 19, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.4 MB 128 kbps 2:35
Lyrics
They've never sensed something on the horizon before, so they don't recognise we arrived at the shore, they don't believe in all of the lies we were taught, but they're blind and they're poor, they collide when they walk, but they hear us travel as we glide on the floor, and they sense our foot steps so they hide in their fort, and their brain explains to their eyes what they saw, so they have no trouble with a guide to the North, the sun shines on the lawn but inside its a storm, the longer we stay the more the climates distraught, they can’t read the white on the board, 'cause they don’t understand our writing in chalk, but our guys go to war, and we fight and they brawl, but their life isn't Lord of the Flies anymore, their mind is the source of the sign on the door, you might simply call me the fly on the wall now we live on the modern globe, it's like one of those horror shows drop the bomb geronimo, Almighty’s forming a lot of rows, dominoes falling I'm talking in monotones, I'm on the rocky road walking, I'm caught in the cobblestones, trying to hobble home, I hop alone awkwardly on my own, the storm for the water the force to let the poppies grow, the grass is greener on the other side, replace the bees and the wasps with the butterflies, the blades of grass are cutting my soles/souls with the stubborn lies, un-disguise the hole that is covered by stuff that you couldn't find, bluffed with the love that just wasn't mine, drugs to get fucking high, even though you shouldn't try, they're like "he ain't no fucking son of mine!" the unassigned troubled mind knock knock, the joke's not found funny, flies around shit like humans around money, two former harmless armies are outgunning, committed although they know what the outcome is, how good is that? so good that they didn't yell, whispering this isn't how they envisioned hell, disciplined by existing in their prison cell, listening to lessons of having to kiss and tell, this wishing well is flooding it's the highest, mysterious waters 'cause here it's the driest, barbwires don’t leave my brain with any chance, I start fires just to watch the flames belly dance, I see devils rising out from the grey smoke, with halos, in the same pose as angels flying from gravestones, like tornadoes, sitting on the green grass thinking Ink Rainbows
Comments
Please sign up or log in to post a comment.