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.
Lyrics
I wanna know everything, the future and the history,
I'm curious like the cat, but I still want all the mystery,
without it, what would humans struggle through to live for?
the secrets are the final fucking pieces of this jigsaw,
you think you saw a sign that was trying to be showing ya?
naah it's just a lonelier case of pareidolia,
now look in tortillas, compare which is holier,
right before fears, run into a phobia,
I think I know where the whole fucking globe is heading,
It's close to heaven but we're wasting time like Otis Redding,
see life is life and there's nothing quite as unique,
but yet day to day we have the same fucking routine,
and if you debate the impossible you're getting too deep,
like the species we're not aware of in blue sea,
but soon we, might just complete the mission,
we're all exactly the fucking same because we're all completely different,
we've got too many people just accepting the lies,
like they're reading a book for the rest of their life,
and they can't change shit 'cause it's set for a time,
so they can't look for answers or be pressing rewind,
we forget that there's precious hidden treasures to find,
and my brain's more awake when I slept in the night,
and the tide is, rising on this island,
the time is for the crisis, it's right on the horizon,
this kingdom is united!? shut the fuck up dude don't be talking shit,
the population’s supporting this, the proper nation's walking stick,
and nations forfeiting the war like it's a coward's gutless action,
but how the fuck is that shit making powers look fantastic?
it's fragile every hour's one that lasted,
do they really want to make the twin towers crumble faster?
I'll ask ya, after the tsunami did you show pain?
did you care did you get some spare change and donate?
or did you assist the world in going back to the stone age,
here's a spade carry on and dig your own grave,
I hope that they'll never be hydrophobic,
because the earths two thirds water and they can't hide from ocean,
I hope for kinder moments, 'cause when the tide is flowing,
their tears drip onto the paper and they write a poem,
they used to love the beach but now they can't visit it,
the pen signs in h20 on the death certificate,
there’s a pilot that escapes and survives with a parachute,
his plane carries on and collides and does damage to a whole town,
now consider those consequences,
world leaders with a gold crown are commonsense-less
but we pay 'em even though they're sat on the fences,
they drink sweat of guilt from the man who bombed the trenches,
the pilot scars his strongest senses,
and Jesus was re-born he just got trapped inside the contraception,
if it's feasible and we're going to build a time machine,
we've already used it in the future and we might have been,
way back in life and seen the big bang,
or the creator's big hand expanding a tiny scene,
the fire keeps burning,
and the higher speeds turns into entire heat furnaces, trying to feed our theories
its fuel for the fire, fake proof for conspiracies,
claiming little aliens are moving the pyramids,
one moody lyricist my cranium aches,
it's just smoke and mirror tricks creating my day,
and when I'm raiding my brain my thoughts are placed on a page,
and when I wrote my lyrics all my faith is displayed,
and your broke suspicion is just wasting away,
so you have no significance; a face in the haze,
unlock your knowledge, concentrate on breaking the chain,
'cause it's a lot more fragile than paper mache,
now explain the sceptic inside of atheist's brains,
when they believe in but cant see radio waves,
it completely destroys what they're trying to say
