yeah boy big up finding Rhodes samples on youtube and that http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s255v_yA1MY&feature=related

Grasp w/c 31/01/11 #25

a chiller from Billie Holliday "Blue Monday" plus some more cheeky Rhodes youtube theft. it's a chiller and it has no structure or development so to speak. but fuckit

Illy Holyday w/c 07/02/11 #26

Chick Corea is the daddy. From his song "Beautiful"

Beautiful, Bonita, Schön! fuck off homepage w/c 07/03/11 #30

a double bass extravaganza wi some keyboard synth draggin the best out of my piece o crap yamaha xg summat. blaw

Par For The Course w/c 14/03/11 #31

yehman new ish mish mash of lots of stuff

Catapult w/c 04/04/11 #34

Standard Blood w/c 25/04/11 #37

Billeth Evansiano avec a lil bit of me singing actually. AND NO FUCKING RHODES!!

Time Purchase w/c 02/05/11 #38

Chick Corea, Billie, a fucked old piano that's gathering dust in my studio

40s and 9s w/c 16/05/11 #40

Kramsession killed off one of my secret beats that I save only for dope emcees. It's about his breakup with his missus.  

Leave Me Alone (She Like) w/c 23/05/11 #41 (Kramsession prod. ExP) BLUES HIP-HOP

Bit o Carpenters, bit o Nord. I love my Nord.

Get iTall w/c 30/05/11 #42

Just a distorted bass/nord quickie before I head down to Wales and then over to Amsterdam with the Missus over the next week and off the radar. When I get back I'ma get on it cos I know I've neglected a lot of dope soundclodders! Peace!

Wales & Amsterdam w/c 06/06/11 #43

Hank Ballard this time! what? I'm miles behind I'll catch up!

Big Slacker w/c 13/06/11 #44

Flabaghast w/c 20/06/11 #45

Val Doonican's Sunny right here, hey no shuffly hi hat what about that? i'm versatile.


Sunnyloop7 w/c 11/07/11 #48

Strangely, I hit 100 downloads on the anniversary of the death of a friend who took his own life in 2008. Dude was paramount in getting me started and supporting my music way back. Bigup BMC and RIP. This track was originally for the Flame Griller second album but we decided not to use it. Addverse on production!!

We take the good stuff for granted the bad stuff is standard/
Don't pass up the chance to be thankful and happy/
We take the good stuff for granted the bad stuff is standard/
Don't pass up the chance to be thankful and happy//
 
This beat reminds me of a dude I used to know/
Producer on the net, showed me fruity loops and so/
Effectively got me started making tunes and even though/
I had no samples he would send nuff, most usually unknown/
We started chattin round the time of Clinton/Lewinsky/
He loved British hip-hop, a beat digger for Grimsby/
I'd bounce down there or he'd take the trip up to Shipley
Never let on once that he had a difficult history/
He was a safe guy, we used to chill and yo/
Even make low budget music videos, but when he'd sit alone/ 
He musta been a tortured soul, too much on his mind/
And hung himself in his bedroom for his mother to find/
I was like, "what?" Told by an old mate of his/
Did it on May the 1st guess it was mayday for him/
And mate, ever since, I've had this voice in my head/
Tellin me I coulda shouted him the day before he was dead/
And maybe he'da thought twice, or maybe just thought once/
A talented dude with a great attitude towards stuff/
I believe only a few have shaped the road I walked/
That's why I broke down at the funeral: was so distraught//

We take the good stuff for granted the bad stuff is standard/
Don't pass up the chance to be thankful and happy/
We take the good stuff for granted the bad stuff is standard/
Don't pass up the chance to be thankful and happy//


Thankful and Happy prod Addverse

Video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYgfzBUIVfI
Download for free http://sinopticmusic.bandcamp.com from Vol 4

You need to cheer the fuck up and have some fun with this shit. I produced it FTW BTW WTF LOL BRB
Here's the bars if you care:

...I say meh to it/
Cos I’m fed up of not getting the best of it/
I sit around all down cos I’m stressed and shit/
But life’s far too short so to heck with it/
mek a tit outta myself get vexed a bit/
But lately, things seem like they’re extra big/
When really...all I need is an exorcist/
...To get rid of the spirit of the pessimist/
So forget the shit, I need to concentrate/
There’s a lot of wasted time I need to compensate/
Used to do a song a day till I got long int face/
And who cares whether its summat that you want to rate/
...I’ve only just discovered that I’ve got no fate/
And one day I’ll be layin in a box and grave/
Or even burnt to ashes after songs of praise/
I’d rather be here than there that’s the concept mate/
...
Meh...it should be my life’s motto/
Life’s proper good in the hood when I’m blotto/
But I wake up the next day with a head like uh oh/
Probably shudnt a said what I said and kept my gob closed/
I’ve got loads of regrets that are similar still/
There’s no point killing yourself over spillin the Milk/
I never wanted to be King of the Hill/
Just a diligent civilian that’s written it ill/
I made a beat a week decided to give it a rest/
There were nuff people commenting, for this I was blessed/
But there’s only so long the internet can big up ya chest/
Gotta get out in the real world and give it your best/
Cos at the end of the day, it’s just a pen and a page/
A guy called Ben on a stage, who remembers the days/
Forever amazed, in HMV, spending his wage/
Getting Brand New Second Hand or some Eminem, Dre/
Some venomous Cage whatever, it’s irrelevant mate/
Cos it’s 2 thousand and a 11, I bin checkin the date/
Nothin worse than saying that now cos with every play/
From twenty 12 onwards it’ll sound terribly aged/
Anyway generally everybody’s obsessed with the fame/
Whatever happened to mekin art for the sake of it mate/
If it’s getting on top of you and you aren’t tekin the strain/
Just take a load off your back and remember to say
Meh to it mate



ExP - Meh video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYgfzBUIVfI

Available free on  http://soundcloud.com/knyt 's EP Snow http://mrknyt.bandcamp.com/album/snow

First Freyed Knot track released in over a year, we used to operate with a band www.freyedknot.com. Big up http://soundcloud.com/knyt on the beat, http://soundcloud.com/jas0nbeats on verse two

ExP:
I used to ask Santa Claus for Manta Force/
Plus Teenage Mutant Hero Turtle figurines and that, of course/
Later I, started asking for albums from rappers more/
Remember Rakim’s 18th Letter while I played N64/
When I was just a lad, 
my parents made the effort, decorated and/
put the presents out, when we took a nap/
I got older, realised Santa Claus was just a fad/
And we put gifts under the living room rubber plant/
Never understood why people hated sprouts/
Probably cos my Dad didn’t boil them for 18 hours/
 Made it down, to the lounge, an excited Ben/
I couldn’t wait to start Christmas Day...at 5am/
Now I’ve got three nieces with the same attitude/
And I’m mad cos I wanna start the day in the afternoon/
I’m waking up knackered to a plate of some fatty food/
Mumble a humbug and then hum some carol tunes//

It’s the Christmas of the 20 summat/
...Not used to getting up at/
7 in the morning, tell the kids to watch the telly cos it’s/
Not like I’m getting nothing
But still I effin love it/
So I’m getting up to 7 presents, then I’m getting drunk/
The Christmas of the 20 summat/
...I’m probably getting jumpers/
A QI annual and then I’ll get another/
Not like I’m getting nothing
I still effin love it/
Waking  up at 7 open presents, then I’m getting mullered//

JND:
Generally, I'm loving Christmas, honestly /
But last year was something different and it got to me /
The only thing upon my wishlist was where and who I'd rather have got to see /
Still wanting to swap these gifts properly /

Coz I was six thousand miles away at my ex's parents house /
Thinkin 'bout my mum an' dad, there without me sharing out /
Gifts I bought 'em /
It was there that I fathomed my relationship was curtain calling /

And it had to be the sadest one I've celebrated /
Not because her parents were'nt sound; they were, but when it's failing /
You find it difficult to interact and /
All I could think of was how I'd love to be in Bradford /

Coz when I think of times past; I know I was lucky /
Got more than I deserved though my parents didn't have money /
I was thankful of my presents; nearly all I remember /
And to list em all out would take more than this paper /

So I guess what I'm tryna say is /
That this year's highly anticipated, but I'm simply stating /
All I wanna do this time around is relax with em /
And spend time with family unlike last Christmas /

Freyed Knot (ExP & JND) - Christmas of the 20summat prod KNYT FREE DOWNLOAD link in description

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ixYyQAFNNhE&t

The second (kinda third) release from my album "RemarkableUnremarkable" available on vinyl and cd from http://experimentality.bandcamp.com

Written, produced, recorded, mixed & performed by @ExPorBen ExP

Bass by Steve Ling Guitar

Mastered by Ben DivKid Wilson

When I die I want everybody to go for a drink/ 
And leave cos it’s pricey and the music is shit/ 
King Antisocial not born for the nightlife/ 
I’m slippers and pipe after dinner and wine with my wife/ 
And nobody else.../ 
Here’s some advice, I hope that it helps/ 
People are arseholes, I know I can tell/ 
Out on a Friday night, or at home by yourself/ 
But for me, I’d rather watch the British women swimming team/ 
Than sit in a pinkish limousine on my way to a flippin’ “Cream”/ 
For a dance and a rave/ 
“Where’d you meet your missus?” I was dancing away/ 
But that was different, that was back in the day/ 
Now I’m older and I’m grumpy and I’m stuck in my ways/ 
“Dunt your missus like to danc...” 
...Stop interrupting me mate/ 
I’m trying to make a point about how it’s rubbish to rave/ 
How it’s rubbish to pay, a couple hundred for a/ 
Glass of summat you coulda made from your cupboard today/ 
Then you can shout at your mates over loud shit songs/ 
And have a dance with your dignity…oh it’s gone/ 
Shame for you, it’s not a shame for me/ 
Not saving up to kill my liver for a daily fee/ 
But with each chosen night that I don’t go to I/ 
Can’t complain if I’ve got no social life// 

CHORUS x2 
Stick in the Mud, it is so good/ 
To never go out for a drink to a club/ 
Stick in the Mud, it is so good/ 
To never go out on the piss to a pub// 

So I feel I’ve got no mates left/ 
I may as well up sticks and head stage left/ 
Jump on the M62 head straight west/ 
Get a bigger house, make a great nest/ 
But the reason I’m feeling there’s nobody left/ 
I’m the antisocial one who’s stubborn as heck/ 
And hasn’t been out for a pint for a while/ 
Without a frown, or pout but a smile/ 
Ready to spout all types of denial/ 
About how I’m sound and my life int a pile/ 
Of steaming dog turd without seeming awkward/ 
Don’t generally speak how you feel in Yorkshire/ 
Stiff upper lip with a zip/ 
But getting pissed quickly unzips/ 
Soon you’re telling your mates missus she’s shit/ 
And isn’t good enough for him, like you think she’s a bitch/ 
Wake up the next day, brain in a messed state/ 
Wait, did I just say I hated my good mates lass?/ 
Didn’t mean that/ 
Can I take it back?/ 
Damage kinda done/ 
Feelin like a twat/ 
Cheers alcohol you’re the best/ 
Now I’m in a whole other mess/ 
This is why I don’t go for a Becks/ 
And just stay inside with smoke in my chest/ 
Feeling old and depressed// 

CHORUS x2 

When you leave without saying “bye” it’s called a “French Exit”/ 
When you put idiots in charge you get Brexit/ 
When you give lads booze you get sexists/ 
Is there a girl over 18 that hasn’t been molested?/ 
By a guy, getting touchy and feely/ 
Trying to justify he was drunk, was he really?/ 
Or does every man just love to reveal he/ 
Is a mammal that requires rape just to feel he/ 
Passed, his sperm down the line/ 
The world is designed to further his climb/ 
To the top - adverts are so posed/ 
Hip-hop with endless reference to “those hoes”/ 
The idea a woman can look so-so/ 
And isn’t worth your time and effort with those clothes/ 
Get the new “this” and please pay for “that”/ 
Face up facts, it’s the makeup mask that’ll make those lads undertake 
that age old task/ 
Find your inner Kate Moss that’s/ 
Just what we all want/ 
...Add personality...it’s just as important/ 
...But said that - just cos we all nod/ 
But deep down we lust for a jaw drop/ 
Or a heart throb, or a super model/ 
But you won’t find love in your two McDonalds/ 
I’m not out doing battle on Tinder and stuff/ 
Perhaps if I hadn’t bumped into my love/ 
And that’s why our social life int up to much/ 
We’re in, just a couple of sticks in the mud//....

RemarkableUnremarkable

Stick In The Mud (video link in description)

"Carry On" Written by ExP, produced by Hashfinger. This is available on the FreEP from Sinoptic Music "We Don't Do S**t Hip-Hop" Vol 5 on http://sinopticmusic.bandcamp.com/album/we-dont-do-s-t-hip-hop-vol-5-freep

I need to lighten up
I don’t write enough/
Get on the mic enough/
Jump in a cypher just to spit a rhyme and stuff/
I found Yorkshire’s best and signed em up/
But since then just sat to the side and looked/
And wondered when it’d be my time for buzz/...
But why the fuck would you look behind the ones/
Who are killin it off writin hooks or producing some of the finest stuff/
I’ve heard in my life and just give credit to the guy who sat on his fat arse on facebook and said/
Yo buy it it’s good!/
mmm
Nothin comes from sitting about clickin a mouse/
Submitting about a million links to every twitter account/
I was just pissing about/
Needed to sit up and get out and stop livin in doubt/
Cos doubts for losers/
Feels like I can’t live without computers/
Without google I feel I’m profoundly stupid
You shout out some new shit I youtube it/
And all I hear is lousy music/ The sound is putrid/
But time changes and the youth is/
 Still the futures’, whether or not I think they’re clueless/
I’m meant to forget it and get with it/
Step up and then mimic/
Bin getting a bit livid
But Ben isn’t explicit

I need to just to carry on...
 
I’m the most un hip-hop bastard I’ve ever met/
what’s the UK number 1 right now
I won’t like it
Tenner bet
I never get the premise anyway, it’s not like I ever pay/
The days of spare change digging in vinyl exchange went away
Feels like yesterday/
I’da parted with a twenty note for summat fresh and dope to be entertained/
These days I’m like fuck that, I’m an artist now/
It’s me starving now, as my stomach starts to growl/
Trying to calm it down but I’m hungry for more/
This country’s abundant with bunches of corporate company whores 
We used to dream about being on the front of the source/
Now they’re probably struggling to keep running I’m sure/
But that’s the state of the economy or so I’m told/
But it’s growing old, should be getting paid in glowing gold/
Instead of notes that fold
Losing their value/
They assume it’ll be cool after they cut jobs and tax you/
Fear of God put in the populous, getting paid not a lot per job/
Food prices rise up and up
Too scared to do anything but work and eat/
I had a 9-5 and quit cos it weren’t for me/
Spent a day in agencies trying to get work in Leeds/
And they said why’d you quit? Don’t take it personally/
But anyone leaving a wage these days needs brain surgery
Right now nothing’s a certainty/
But i just carried on

ExP - Carry On produced by Hashfinger - FREE DOWNLOAD link in description

Track I wrote for Keor Meteor's competition, got a bit carried away. Fairly important to me these lyrics. Free Download from http://sinopticmusic.bandcamp.com/album/we-dont-do-s-t-hip-hop-vol-6-freep

Things bin getting kinda hectic since I’m 26/
Quitting jobs for hip-hop, refuse to live on benefits/
When is this, gonna slow down, and let me live/
I wanna settle down with my wife, pets and kids/
Time’s a sedative, and a narcotic/
I can’t stop it, it’s biologic, my life’s like a dark comic/
Hero gets the girl but she’s second to his obsession/
Regretting my indiscretions, I’m meant to be winning bread and
Instead I’m hangin round wi living legends, I used to give em lessons/
...Now I’m just a secretary sittin stressin/
And it’s driving me nuts, got no time for this stuff/
When WYcypher is finally cut/
And I’ve written every rhyme that I should/
And Sinoptic stops climbing and such/
Maybe I’ll finally retire from my love/
But...I can’t see it f-in happenin/
And it’s another day graftin to squeeze some talent in/
...And it’s another day not seeing Angela/
And it’s another day she thinks maybe I’m not the man for her/
Since I sat back, do fuck all for us and make her manager/
And barely put a moment aside for us to have some fun/
But I’ma marry her and make sure there’s no more nonsense/
So conscious i’m a twat, I got my own monsters/
My own demons, but who hasn’t/
Who hasn’t
...
 
Who hasn’t got a cross to bear/
Who hasn’t got a problem that they want to share/
Who hasn’t got on a train and been shocked at the cost of fares/
Who hasn’t got the lyrics memorised from the Fresh Prince of Bel Air/
We share a similar plight,
And always take it for granted when we’re feeling alright/
And that shit isn’t right/
I wanna wake up every day like I’m on MDMA/
Be happy I’m alive and smile at everyone on the way/
The complexities of me just comprehending this are vast/
My existence at all is so improbable in fact/
I’m more likely to win all the lotteries
from Dusseldorf to Coventry
than exist biologically
Holy crap/
So I’ll keep making tracks to jog my memory/
That it’s perfection from the moment I became an entity
So what’s the meaning of it all, that’s for you to decide
Humans were only created to observe the beauty of life//

ExP prod Keor Meteor - The Beauty of Life FREE DOWNLOAD link in description

http://sinopticmusic.bandcamp.com/album/we-dont-do-s-t-hip-hop-vol-7-freep
More positive vibes hopefully. shouts to http://soundcloud.com/floydcheung for the beat!


Wish for quiet days, time to waste by the lake side/
Silence breaks only by the birds as the rain dries/
Lift my face high to the sky squinting as the rays shine/
Feel like I’ve dreamt of these days since age 9/
…Me and the missus think alike like great minds/
Escapism from the grey skies and wage fight/ 
Where drainpipes washed away the days grind/
…Until we woke up to repeat it again…why?
Never managed to conclude a reason for it/
When there’s trees and forests we haven’t even seen I promise/
To make every second count until I’m dead and out/
Rather be too young to settle down than too old to get out the couch/
…Spring from the settee, spliff at the ready/
Flick off the telly, that big box is deadly/
The shit rots my head got me blocked, forget what I gotta watch I wanna get free//
   
Figured why the caged bird sings before I read the paperback/
Avoid the truth, wear masks, so I don’t have to face the facts/
I’m pacing back and forth wondering where my brain is at/
And how I expect to pay for family, rates and tax/
Don’t wanna fade to black and leave nothing but songs behind/
Some eulogy like blah blah ExP summat conscious rhymes/
His real life was compromised
Could have lived a longer life if he’da had a stronger mind/
It’s not whether God decides/
It’s what’s inside
And if I don’t support life then I’ll watch it die/---
Sands of time sift through the twist in the hourglass/
Just want guaranteed happiness for me and our lass/
And sure there’s roughs and smooths, highs and lows/
Sure there’s stuff to do there’s piles of clothes/
There’s time we don’t wanna work and grind for dough
The life we chose shouldn’t be the life with loathe//

ExP - Gefree prod Floyd Cheung FREE DOWNLOAD link in description

this is from the vaullllts. A year or two back me and Addverse (Flame Griller) set up a 5 piece hip-hop/jazz band called Kin-L; Chris Chadwick on Keys, Jay5ive on drums and Samir on bass. Addverse was recovering from a serious snowboarding accident which left his arm hanging off his elbow, and the band had recorded this rough at Sinoptic Studios so I banged some lyrics together for it. Kinch was Chris' old band and Shedmen had long disbanded but are back on it now! I just like the vibe o this, and there's only one other surviving Kin-L recording....(this is the first track I ever uploaded on soundcloud, but as you're too lazy to scroll 5 pages down you can have it for download haha)

It’s the K, the I, to the N dash L
It’s the K to the I to the N dash… L
It’s the K to the I to the N dash… L
It’s the K to the I to the N dash… L

Made in England, Bread in Bradford and Ange made a man of me in Leeds/
It’s ExP, a planner with a dream/
Passionate and keen to make language this pristine/
When I’m rappin to a beat with a swagger and a cheek/
Every track I’ve done’s unique, and I’m back up with a treat/
For every man upon a street that likes relaxing to a beat/
Gradually I’ve been understanding what I need/
Amongst savagery music’s actually the bandage when I bleed/
Sinoptic – got nuff people batting for my team/
Rappin like we need it or programming manufactured dreams/
I bin graftin with the teens, get em to back up on the beef/
Drop the jacking mans, and arrogance and actually just breathe/
And think about the words they put on tracks and MP3s/
And not just treat em like a factory…like waxworks – do you see?!/
The whining type, silent until I’m beside a mic/
A pint of cider might strike my mind alight and find the lines to write/
But this 9-5 got me kind of shy to the extent I keep my private life buried and I survive/
Hope – only family call me Ben – rappin till the end/
Track for demo purposes – bigup Addverse on the mend/
Lucky to keep his arm just doing what he loves/
Kin-L we’re waiting for him man, this crew is on the up/
Kinch and Shedmen fell through and so we took/
The advantage of momentum and used it for this stuff/
Two gumtree adverts and, fused it with the trust/
I’ve got in Jay5ive’s hip-hop head, using it on drums/
And the team is formed, creating a piece of porn/
But a media-friendly, musical – decent sort/
And I’ll leave you all hanging – till the three record/
And me and Addverse get hold of the tracks and leave em scorched….


Kin-L - ExP's forgotten 7eventester verse

Download on this FreEP - http://sinopticmusic.bandcamp.com/album/we-dont-do-s-t-hip-hop-vol-8
Big up http://soundcloud.com/knyt on this one! Lyrics below


…What’s the price of artistic integrity/
Or the advantage of narcissistic tendencies/
Should you force art from your arse to make a few quid?/
Should you sell beats to a dude, if a dude’s shit?/
Bigup to you if…your work rate’s constant/
But this song’s for the blocked writers who just want some/
Perfection in the art, I’ve got a good analogy/
For people like you and people who make it fucking cheap/
The hard workers, work hard, build strong and steady/
Decide to maybe have a child when they’re ready/
The dossers stay doling and nicking our quids/
Got fuck all for themselves - still shitting out kids/
…I've only got time for the former/
I’m no enforcer, I’ve never thought to/
Think of a way to improve the system/
Just a broke musician with a view to improve through wisdom/
But not arrogant to think my opinion counts at all/
I’m without the balls to shout and brawl til the mountains fall/
But then my option is relax and let it be/
And I’m back where I started pacifist with an enemy/ /
----
…What’s the price of wasting ya life on a 9-5?/
Or the advantage of running from it just to write rhymes?/
Should you work to progress and risk dying from stress?/
Or enjoy every second and hope you can afford bread?/
Well I been between this for eight years or more/
I aint clear or sure which way I really fall/
But I’m steering more Westerly away from the waste/
Hope the hard work is worth the patience and waits/
Tryin to make an escape, cos music’s saving the day
And I believe in good fortune but won’t mistake it for fate/
Kick myself hard for starting the day late, it’s my age/
Used to think it was cool as hell to wake and then bake/
But it’s not, gotta make sure my head is clear/
Can’t shed a tear when they feed off stress and fear/
No time for the haters that wreck careers/
Don’t regret your decisions when they led you here/
And you can pay to see make believe/
Or stay with me making these/
Amazing beats or phrases, that may not make you free/ 
But it’s the place to be basically, 
It may not be the safest: fiends/
And fakers seem real but it’s art that makes you breath

ExP - Pacifist with an Enemy prod KNYT FREE DOWNLOAD

Absolutely honoured to be played by Huey Morgan on BBC Radio 6 in December 2018 following me moaning on Romesh's HHSML podcast that I can't get played on Radio 6! This is the track he played featuring his intro and outro - "I Don't Know Where It Is" - you can grab this and the rest of my album "RemarkableUnremarkable" on vinyl or CD (or digital...if you have to...) from http://experimentality.bandcamp.com

Hey! It’s a marvellous day/ 
And I wish I could always wake up and start it this way/ 
Harder to make the best of life when you hardly create/ 
And sit in a rut, doing stuff, that partly you hate/ 
You might starve if you take time away from that grind/ 
Every penny I make, it ain’t even mine/ 
Put patience sometimes leads to the best/ 
Sometimes it dunt/ 
Maybe wait and see what’s ahead/ 
Maybe just get to the front/ 
My advice is irrelevant and fairly unhelpful/ 
But an album with me just talking to myself is well dull/ 
So I have to lie like I’m talking to you/ 
It’s awkward and true, rap is just a guy performing this to/ 
A flippin’ mirror/ 
Is this filler? Or real conscious rap?/ 
They won’t listen they just nod and that/ 
But you do, so thanks for listening it means a lot/ 
This is where I reel most my secrets off… 
And what?// 

CHORUS 
Looked for my bad mood (I don’t know where it is)/ 
The frown I had tattooed (I don’t know where it is)/ 
I haven’t got a damn clue (I don’t know where it is)/ 
I have to ask you (I don’t know where it is)/ 
Heaven’s a place on earth (I don’t know where it is)/ 
It sits within a universe (I don’t know where it is)/ 
Which sits within a multiverse (I don’t know where it is)/ 
Scientists are conducting research (They don’t know where it is)// 

We don’t know anything/ 
Still there’s people who say they’re summat big and we’re crediting ‘em/ 
People who say they’re geniuses, but they’ve never bin/ 
Still they benefit, the editors of newspapers are editing and getting us 
unsettled making us hate each other and everything/ 
The clever thing is how they operate/ 
Make us concentrate on what they say we wanna hate/ 
If we got together and fought it, they’d definitely forfeit/ 
Instead they extend credit to corporates and get us to fork it/ 
Out, from our debt ridden lives/ 
Uplifting track to this - yeah, big surprise/ 
It’s important to have perspective, but your head fits/ 
Only so much depressed bits, before it gets sick/ 
Change the world for the good, not cos it’s bad/ 
Wanna be happy cos I’m happy not cos it’s opposite sad/ 
Rather keep the sentiment from the top of the track/ 
But also don’t wanna avoid every problem and task// 

CHORUS 
I had a to do list (I don’t know where it is)/ 
But the honest truth is (I don’t know where it is)/ 
Think I had a clue, shit (I don’t know where it is)/ 
But I can’t compute it (I don’t know where it is)/ 
Where did the time go? (I don’t know where it is)/ 
Summat I’m trying to find though (I don’t know where it is)/ 
If I knew where then I’d go (I don’t know where it is)/ 
If the answer’s not on my phone (I don’t know where it is)// 

Heyy! It’s a wonderful life/ 
Even George Bailey’s happy end was just kind of alright/ 
No justice for the bad guy and the victory/ 
Was George successfully seeing inwardly/ 
The trick for me/ 
Was being too busy to ever notice my negativity/ 
But history.../ 
Is always repeating and I’m stalked by my demons/ 
The reasons, I ignore my achievements/ 
And focus on the evil voice/ 
Telling me I’m not the people’s choice/ 
I’m barely even their ceiling foist/ 
A stain on life’s roof/ 
But that ain’t the right truth/ 
My brain can fight too/ 
Just train and buy fruit/ 
Regain your mind’s youth/ 
When they’d say, “you might lose”/ 
You’d say, “yeah right dude”/ 
And make ‘em bite through/ 
That humble pie, because fuck them guys/ 
No-one can tell you who you are it’s your chuffin’ life...!//

ExP - I Don't Know Where It Is (from Huey Morgan's BBC Radio 6 show)

http://sinopticmusic.bandcamp.com/album/flame-griller - please share and support!

Produced by soundcloud.com/jas0nbeats and featuring soundcloud.com/vickyflint from the 17 track Flame Griller album out Wednesday 1st August from http://sinopticmusic.bandcamp.com limited 100 downloads for promo only!!!


Flame Griller – “Where We Live (reprise)” 
(B. Goodwin, D. Edley, L. Bland, V. Flint)
Produced by Jas0nBeats & ExP, Featuring Vicky Flint, Written by ExP, Addverse & JND)

Chorus
In a comfy old Yorkshire town /
Where it’s pouring down /
And the skies are Grey /
Inside drinking cups of tea /
It’s enough for me /
To let my mind escape /
Where there’s rolling hills /
And a load of mills /
And they harvest grade /
And though most want to go /
It’s still our home /
And Dub Y’s the name //

ExP
Dub Y’s the name /
Put aside the hate /
Some guys love punchlines, some rhyme for days /
Feel inclined to say /
This is my kind of place /
Represented by double you why, shouts to Bane /
I get slightly blazed, make beats, write a page /
Record it, have a cypher, my 5-a-day /
And cos skies are grey, and there’s signs of rain /
We’re inside sampling vinyl from night to day /
NY’s the place, where hip-hop was born /
So Yorkshire’s the place to be, props to York /
On the moors with a boombox or on ya porch /
Flame Grilling lots of pork, goes on till dawn /
What’s The Score? Good hip-hop from ninety six /
Ignite spliffs, sipping pints write a rhyme to this/ 
It’s like life isn’t right without the kind of riffs /
That we cut from jazz records till it’s time to chip /
Or it’s time to blend, or it’s time to bounce /
Or it’s time to do one, or this time we’re out /
Barely a moment of my life spent in silence now /
I wake up and fall asleep to the righteous sound /
Clear mind in the morning or the sorest head /
Always support the community of Yorkshire’s West /
Hip-Hop everywhere else is a corpse it’s dead /
They wonder why we shout Yorkshire at your event //

Chorus
In a comfy old Yorkshire town /
Where it’s pouring down /
And the skies are Grey /
Inside drinking cups of tea /
It’s enough for me /
To let my mind escape /
Where there’s rolling hills /
And a load of mills /
And they harvest grade /
And though most want to go /
It’s still our home /
And Dub Y’s the name //

Addverse
I rep Yorkshire, yeah we’ve got the north and the south / 
But its West where we got the best talk from the mouth /
Leaving others thinking how come, teaching you the outcome / 
Of cyphers, hard work, EPs and albums /
The CDs are now done, come grab some next clothes / 
Whether they're WY, BOISHT or EJECTOS /
Respect those, heads representing the county /
We proudly shout out it’s now getting rowdy /
Funky, a lot of things around me disgust me / 
The state of my estate is ugly /
You've got to take the rough with the smooth now the ride’s getting bumpy / 
Trust me, I still I got love for God’s country /
It’s not an accident I live where I’m happy, that’s /
Surrounded by Leeds, Huddersfield to Halifax /
Wakefield to Pontefract, Bradford and Bingley / 
Horsforth to Yeadon, Brighouse, Tingley /
It’s strictly a passion for the state I was raised in / 
Settlements are placed in a place that’s amazing /
Green fields for grazing, cities for the socialites / 
Yorkshire is the place keeps me warm through the coldest nights //

Chorus
In a comfy old Yorkshire town /
Where it’s pouring down /
And the skies are Grey /
Inside drinking cups of tea /
It’s enough for me /
To let my mind escape /
Where there’s rolling hills /
And a load of mills /
And they harvest grade /
And though most want to go /
It’s still our home /
And Dub Y’s the name //

JND
Dub Y is the name of the Shire I reside in /
So the accent you hear shouldn't be a surprise when /
I open my mouth to recite them /
Words that I scribbled down, capture the vibes then /
Despite them hating my rhymes bring imagery /
Rather spit thousands of words than a picture piece /
Not cos my drawings lack skill or ability /
But to put it simple these / heads would be in guillotines /
Picture this / stone built housing surrounded /
By green hills enclosing the township / soak in the brown cliffs /
When Ilkley Moor baht at's the most known track from around it's /
Time for a change from the outset /
Don't watch what Emmerdale farm says /
Braddy int a Last of the Summer Wine farce, let’s /
Be honest, every city has a dark side you don't cross /
A place where the hope’s lost, but we chose to be more than most thought /
Was possible, smarter than the rest created /
Chavs are dangerous; a chav with brains is underestimated /
Despite the attire and dialect I utilise /
I calculate my words, this tracksuit is my suit and tie //

Chorus
In a comfy old Yorkshire town /
Where it’s pouring down /
And the skies are Grey /
Inside drinking cups of tea /
It’s enough for me /
To let my mind escape /
Where there’s rolling hills /
And a load of mills /
And they harvest grade /
And though most want to go /
It’s still our home /
And Dub Y’s the name //

Flame Griller - Where We Live (reprise) ft Vicky Flint FREE D/L album out now! link in info!

A sick beat that you're not allowed to use

Wonder When  w/c 20/09/10 #6

One of the verses I'm most proud of...

UNRELEASED free track from JND's "Working Classics" the LAST Sinoptic release: http://sinopticmusic.bandcamp.com/album/working-classics

Produced by Indiana Tones aka http://soundcloud.com/inkliing

JND = http://soundcloud.com/jas0nbeats

JND:
I was blessed with the braincells that don't need cess in 'em /
Ones that won't overheat though my domes stressin well /
Some are prone to overdose but my prose kept me held together when 
I was feeling pressure and the rest of my /
Tiny world was crumbling around me /
Still I never fumbled to the ground keep pushing over boundries /
Overcome adversity; the townie with a lion heart /
Inherited the fire from my father with a giant spark of inspiraiton /
Never learned to twist the papers /
I kick depression with a beat to flip my hatred /
By any means usually by very neat methods I /
Set to piece two or three verses instead of tryna /
Scribe em down on A4, I type em out it makes more /
Sense when my handwriting's plain poor /
I Wuntathought you'd care or, ever hear my tunes honestly /
And if you do I'm givin props properly /
Coz this outlet and avenue's a rareity it's mass-proof /
It seems everyones a rapper, isn't that true? /
But no one can put it down the way that me and mine are /
Beyond the fine art / this is life, star /

(chorus x2)
If you work a 9 to 5 and you get a shit wage
If you got a lot to deal with and never seem to gain
If you’re sampling the vinyl and loopin up a break
If you keep on fighting tho you’re losing every day

ExP:
Make tunes for the intelligent/
The few that love the fusion of the elements/
The dudes in love with Louis Armstrong, Ellington/
Ella, Billie, Coltrane, musicians with relevance/
Ignore the useless and the ones who prostitute development/
We’re trying win the hearts and minds/
Seems ridiculously hard at times/
But if you believe in karma then it should start to shine/
Through the harshest climb, comes the greatest creativity/
Just need the human beings to shake their shackles and start living free/
How can so few hold back so many/
Keep us in fear of our lives with the promise of some pennies/
If everyone that hated their job just up and left/
There wouldn’t be enough people still there to work to death/
So things’d have to change, maybe we could get our way/
Be in charge, start living large, enjoy life, still get paid/
A 3 or 4 day week I’m not saying we shunt work hard/
I’m jus saying we should spend more time with the ones close to our heart/
Instead of forty hour weeks, getting talked to like we’re weak/
Working ourselves into heart attacks, we’re forced out of our sleep/
Getting judged and pushed around by the corporate coward thieves/
We need all the power seized, can we sort it out in peace?//

(chorus x2)
If you work a 9 to 5 and you get a shit wage
If you got a lot to deal with and never seem to gain
If you’re sampling the vinyl and loopin up a break
If you keep on fighting tho you’re losing every day

JND ft ExP - If You're prod Indiana Tones aka Inkliing FREE D/L (Album link and lyrics in info)

Kinelligent w/c 08/11/10 #13

"Peaceful Quarantine" hip-hop instrumental produced by ExP

Video link: https://youtu.be/ZgS4-WcaC6Y by Low Tech (insta @dizzy_daoist_plug)

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/3wuOY4lsQ1bunuyRn0ORzO

Peaceful Quarantine (instrumental)

big up Carpenters on the sample. hold tight the dead lass that was the lead singer that starved herself to death cos someone said she was fat or summat.

Merry Christmas Darling w/c 20/12/10 #19

If I get one more producer saying "when you get a decent emcee on your beats it'll be amazing" then I'll kick your face in. Please feel free to download and I'll take it down at 100. Featuring my man Neverlearn on the first verse produced by me

**Hashfinger**
Yo I wouldn’t suffer even if I could recover every time
I’m feeling down I spit a verse and rediscover scum and clutter doesn’t stutter me
You’ll come to see I’ve learnt from buckled knees and sucking up too many trees
Like the rest I’ll never be unsettled by my remedy for melodies your head is nestled heavily
And dilly dally day dreams in empathy
Mentally varied although my temper raises steady and my lungs are fuckin heavy I’ve been bunning cherries/
Subsequently something tempts me when I’m left feeling empty
A spliff and a beat can prevent me from venting my screams
Selling my waking life for my dreams
For free this seems
To be the only option
For folks are only happy when they’ve got some
I’m sick of being told, “you’ve lost the plot son”
A tosser trying to blossom from the Glossop View
Pushing what I follow through
In a rotten mood like my collar’s blue (it’s nothing new)

**ExP**
I feel a challenge coming on, I’m bumming on, on a beat I made/
I’ve reached an age where each o’t days I wake up is a piece of cake/
But each one seems to fade
Definite steadily ever increasing haste
And every decent mate is either way away from these estates…
We’d make beats and blaze the weed for days and even dream of being baked/
You should have seen the haze that we had made, in a flat in BD eight…
…Teen…t’was ace – Shipley Centre – eating grapes
Asda discount – feeling great/
Even if my dreams were raped by amateur managers planning to hammer my self esteem away/
I’d peel away the feel of day and let the evening heal my brain/
My lungs would steal away a dealers eighth, my stomach the meal I’d made/
The clock just wouldn’t stop from winning the three leg race
Hour minute and second this isn’t depressing but living the best is my mission I’m guessin
And given that wishin that everything’s different is pitiful meant I’ll give it a miss and I’ll stop
Whether I’m bigger or not – now I live in a plot that me and the missus have got/
Tyin the knot – couple of kids and a dog/
When we’ve finished quitting our jobs and making a living from…what?....
….well we’re thinking of what, and give us a bit,
Longer to think,
we’ll be killin it off
I’m just giving a toss
Watching the quids that I’ve got
Making decisions but not
Giving up on hip-hop
Cos my new equipment is boss…


Repetitive Direction Hashfinger & ExP produced by ExP - FREE DOWNLOAD

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