The Singles

Written and performed by Fasthands

Gotta start the year off right
Seems like everybody in the club wants fights
If you ain't talking words on a page you can go ahead and go fly your kite
I like to keep it light, glasses on my face cuz I got no sight
Nugs in a bag cuz I smoke that shite, don't give a fuck about the smoking site
Fuck your crew I roll you up in a zoot
Grind up a gram with a tea in my hand and if Stormz want beef I'll clash him too
Everybody be like "Who are you?"
Keep to myself but I keep to the tunes
Switch up the vibe at the garage at night, make Central Cee feel he's brand new

Hook: 

Everybody be like "Who are you?, if I do well you'll know me soon. 
Big FH but you can call me D-Droid, lighting up the flame, kush green like a Metroid. (x2)

FASTHANDS - W.A.Y. (prod. Daveyoh_)

Final single from the upcoming album, PHNX. Art by highlordtek.

Prod. Fasthands

Lyrics: 

Russian Roulette, gotta play with my fate
Addicted to the game and it really feels great
Is it even hard work if I do it cuz it's fun
Set aside my life just to write another song
Money gets burned just to roll another joint
They don't even do fives at the cash point
Russian Roulette, give the gun another spin
Russian Roulette, maybe this time I'll win

Calculated stuff, cept it’s all off the cuff
I do this cuz I must is that even enough
Every verse every beat every song that I make
Tear myself apart just to not be fake 
Burning both ends like I’m starting off a war
Writing off the hard times while I’m still sore
Do this all alone cept the thoughts in my head 
Cash account low have to ask for more bread 
Battle self doubt I don’t care for the clout
Suicidal thoughts I could really live without
Cuz I know that I’m nice but will the world ever see?
Ugly motherfucker, good heart that’s me
Feel out of place and I feel out of sorts
All the fucking time even with some support
Set myself alight so the others feel the heat
Dodging real life, I just make another beat 

Russian Roulette, gotta play with my fate
Addicted to the game and it really feels great
Is it even hard work if I do it cuz it's fun
Set aside my life just to write another song
Money gets burned just to roll another joint
They don't even do fives at the cash point
Russian Roulette, give the gun another spin
Russian Roulette, maybe this time I'll win

Me vs me, yeah that’s all it’ll be
This keeps me alive, that’s what they don’t see
Not a real graft, no money in the craft
But without it I’m sad, makes me feel real daft (x2)

Russian Roulette, gotta play with my fate
Addicted to the game and it really feels great
Is it even hard work if I do it cuz it's fun
Set aside my life just to write another song
Money gets burned just to roll another joint
They don't even do fives at the cash point
Russian Roulette, give the gun another spin
Russian Roulette, maybe this time I'll win (x2)


Russian Roulette

I know I said the last one would be the last, but I lied! I can't NOT drop things. From the album, PHNX, coming this summer.

Prod. Fasthands

Lyrics: 

Can’t catch my flow
Catch this bar like match this, go!
Fake emcees wanna see me bleed
Hold on two secs lemme spark this weed (x2)

I don’t leave crumbs
Write a 16 call that quick sums 
Don’t like subs but I like that bass 
If you wanna talk smack lemme see your face
…heavy like a mace 
Wanna catch up well I hope you like a chase
So far ahead you can call me Mo
Gold medal flow, like “say it ain’t so”
…Can’t chase that check
Do this for myself so I’m on your neck 
Arctic flows take off your nose 
Lines with smoke, this path you chose 
Corn on the curb if a man diss me
Nana’s with me, biscuits and tea 
Ugly face but my Mum loves me
Yours does too, beat that for free

Can’t catch my flow
Catch this bar like match this, go!
Fake emcees wanna see me bleed
Hold on two secs lemme spark this weed (x2)

Don’t like me better grab that skeng 
Break you down better make that sting 
Pass that crown better make me king
Beating down your girl while I blast 1 thing
Yeah...no Chris Brown
She hits high notes when I take that down
Lyrically ming? I can take that clown, smoke the hair off his head that'll make him frown
Not a quick fade I can make this last
Hands on deck and you know they're Fast
Boy better know, I'm in this flow, and I'll make this dark even though I'm white
I won't keep it light, glasses on my face cuz I got no sight
Take off my specs cuz I'm gonna go blind
Weak emcees weak frame of mind

Walls close in, knocked down like a pin
The shit's knee deep that's the shit that you're in
Caliburn chop and the wound cuts deep
Blessed by a priest yeah the price runs steep
Fuck your whole clique, yeah I don't give a damn
It's a grand slam when I cook with the gang
But make no mistake I can make my own fate
Soothsayer ways so I got weird traits

Can’t catch my flow
Catch this bar like match this, go!
Fake emcees wanna see me bleed
Hold on two secs lemme spark this weed (x4)

No Leftovers

Prod. willwallz

Lyrics:

Chorus (willwallz):

They watch my hips sway
On the floor lazy
But am I foolish? (I'm so high)
Or am I crazy?
I'm dancing selfish
Rhythm's infectious
But have I got it?
Or have I lost it?

They watch my hips sway
On the floor lazy
But am I foolish? (I'm so high)
Or am I crazy?
I'm dancing selfish
Rhythm's infectious
But have I got it?
Or have I lost it? 

Verse 1 (Fasthands):

Fry a man’s head and I turn it to mush 
Voice in my head like burning bush
Whoosh, when I blast that corn
Jesus wept were you just born?
…And fuck you Joe
Dickless wasteman eat that crow 
Whoa, Fast gets rude
All these bitches change my mood
All these wankers eat my dust
All these pagans want my trust
All these dumb cunts talk their shit but keep it real you don’t have kit 
…Never sold no rocks
…Never hid from the cops
Push your-self way past your opps
And you’ll do just fine just make those bops

Chorus (willwallz):

They watch my hips sway
On the floor lazy
But am I foolish? (I'm so high)
Or am I crazy?
I'm dancing selfish
Rhythm's infectious
But have I got it?
Or have I lost it?

They watch my hips sway
On the floor lazy
But am I foolish? (I'm so high)
Or am I crazy?
I'm dancing selfish
Rhythm's infectious
But have I got it?
Or have I lost it? 

Verse 2 (Fasthands):

Billing up twats lay em out like mats
Mad punchlines they’ll lay you flat
Catch strays like cats I’ll merk these rats I’ll call up Kam then break some backs
Cuz XP gained just makes me strong
Lad from Sheff I’ll do you wrong
Lad I’ll chef then flex like Kong
Then smoke up quick and bump this song
Tongue, your girl wants that
Deliver that dick like Postman Pat
Deliver these bars like DPD
Move on impulse BPD
…Smoke comes free
Pen goes bang GG no RE
You want Fasthands you call up D
Ronin shit swordplay you’ll see

Chorus (willwallz):

They watch my hips sway
On the floor lazy
But am I foolish? (I'm so high)
Or am I crazy?
I'm dancing selfish
Rhythm's infectious
But have I got it?
Or have I lost it?

They watch my hips sway
On the floor lazy
But am I foolish? (I'm so high)
Or am I crazy?
I'm dancing selfish
Rhythm's infectious
But have I got it?
Or have I lost it? 

Bridge (willwallz):
Push yourself, higher, higher
Push yourself, higher, higher 





Push Yrself

MASTER SPLINTER (feat. Keandogg) (prod. KrashKruger)

Long distance shooting. Prod. Fasthands.

Lyrics: 

...You wanna back Joe up?
Shafted by Tyler but he doesn't give a fuck
Let the rest aside I'll just step on my own
Ty's 55, and he's out of his zone
Dusty ass flows, and his attitude blows
You never popped before, you can't step to my prose
Wrinkly ass face, why's your skin so dry
Guess that homeboy needs some E45

But you're getting rinsed now I should charge you for the fee
Sipping on the tea while I'm bumping to a beat
Yo...Lyric athlete
Pushed to defeat you just crawl to your bed
Straight from the Burgh, you'll be taking a seat
You'll never be Mac, so just hold this lead
Bread...Guess I'm getting fed
Eat an emcee cuz his style's fucking dead

It's me you should dread...
I'm half your age yeah it's me you should dread
2 years in and I'm still going strong
2 years in gotta kill this mong 
Long, I can make this last
Round after round I don't make this fast
England on the map, gotta crucify a Yank
Sorry to the rest but its money in the bank

Move, you're barely worth my time
Molten gunshots coming out when I rhyme
Push his hairline way down to his toes
You wanna be foes, used to do bare shows?
I'll murk you like a man, Ty, back to your klan 
Don't have a Klu, you're not cooking in a pan
Burgers getting burned, better give them a flip
Shut your rotten trap, fore I throw you in a skip

It's a one way track so there's no reversal
Stuck in the past won't have no traversal
Ty's in the sky, cuz he went commercial
Fast too mean he's too controversial
This a message to the rest
I'm a whole nuke can't treat me like a pest
Wanna go again we can run it back quick
Lyrical gat hear the trigger go click

Target Practice

Rapper and producer. I like grime and hip hop.