Randomness, literally. People take Hip-Hop too seriously, and that's basically what the chorus is about. The verses...well they have nothing to do with the chorus.
THE REINCARNATION OF BARRY MANILOW'S PRIME
I make music that's personal to me. Either listen, or don't. If you like it, good. If not....then I don't really care.
"Truest Man In Scotland right here. Never met someone who talks more sense or about the right things." - Kontempt (www.kontempt.co.uk)
P.S. these tracks are throwaway tracks (apart from In the Name of Love).
Lyrics
Quick, get a gun, hurry up and someone shoot me
I’ve decided I’ma sell some records and be in a movie
I’ll get drunken, stumble about, run in your house
Fuck your mum on the couch and cum in her mouth
Saw your granny, hand went under her blouse
Fucked her on the double got a son with her now
But they wanted it, I ain’t on a violent tip
Plus I’m trying to get inside your chicks vagina lips
I’m sipping cider while I’m sitting with some quiet kids
Get a little tipsy then we’ll all forget what silence is
Hip-Hop is all about the word on the street
Murder and beef, heat and burners, it’s absurd you agree?
I’ve seen Scottish kids acting like they’re packing
A gat and they’re strapped it’s sad, it’s hurting the scene
Let’s rhyme video with pretty hoes, then that with getting dome
Add in a little bit of skimpy clothes you’ve got a hit fo sho!
Hip hop ain’t dead, I keep it alive
Cause I’ve got this pen and this beat by my side
Insert something here about me speaking my mind
Blah, blah, ain’t dead, I keep it alive
I’ll stage dive from a great height, spin around 8 times
Straight fly, and land on top of a gay guy
I fucking hate life, in fact whose is that one there
With the bright fucking colours cause ain’t mine
I don’t have my cake and eat it, I just sit there starving
Waiting for you all to leave to lick the cake knife
I’m at full throttle, I could pull models
But I don’t, because I’m ugly - asking ‘who’ll swallow?’
I’ve got tight tracks, but people say I write trash
Fuck it, I don’t like rap, here have the mic back
Smoking a crack pipe with Mike Jack in Iceland
While I lie flat so I can get a nice tan
I’m insane and strange, I’ve got a crazy brain
And I could win at playing cards, with David blane
I saw macy grey, her fucking hair was shaved
So we beat up soulja boy and stole his bathing apes
Hip hop ain’t dead, I keep it alive
Cause I’ve got this pen and this beat by my side
Insert something here about me speaking my mind
Blah, blah, ain’t dead, I keep it alive
