'Council Estate Of Mind' in full by UK Hip-Hop legend Skinnyman

Skinnyman - No Big Ting

4am Kru recorded live at the legendary Genesis '23 rave, Brixton Jamm London. 
Available to download for free.

London duo 4am Kru have been making waves in the UK jungle scene since emerging post lockdown, showcasing their immersive brand of 1994 flavoured jungle through their raucous live shows. This is live jungle like you’ve never experienced before.

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Bandcamp: https://4amkru.bandcamp.com/
Soundcloud: @4amkru

Tracklist:
Horns For 2024 - 4am Kru
4AMK3 - 4am Kru
Nobody Else - 4am Kru
What Is Jungle? - 4am Kru feat. Phoebe White
Just Saw Johnny - 4am Kru
Pianos Raining Down - 4am Kru, McDonald & Jannetta
Earshots - 4am Kru, SIr Hiss
Fire Is Our Friend - 4am Kru
Stay Puffed - 4am Kru
Hurt Me No More - 4am Kru
??? - 4am Kru
High Time - 4am Kru
Ooh Boy - 4am Kru

LIVE FROM BRIXTON

4AM KRU LIVE FROM BRIXTON

Ripped from the #SixtyMinutesLive recorded on BBC 1Xtra on 10th September 2015. Craig David is still a DON!

60 Minutes Live - Kurupt FM Feat. Big Narstie, Stormzy, MC Vapour, Shola Ama, and Craig David

[HOOK]

Showed up to a pickup game of flag football,
Just here to play, no real skin in the game—
How’s that sound to y’all?
“Great.” “Wonderful.” “Yes, let’s do it!”
First kickoff, bombs start to fall.

[VERSE 1 — ROLL CALL]

Rothschild,
Sick enterprise, inciting violence,
Funding both sides,
Don’t matter who wins—
Interest rate make sure no one survives.

Rockefeller,
Played Monopoly, became the winner,
Never realized the whole game
Was criticism and satire—
Nothing thrives, everything dies
In an empire.

All these Machiavellians
Indistinguishable from demons,
Spawning hellions—
Feel like I showed up to a pickup game
Of flag football,
Just here to play, no real skin in the game,
How’s that sound to y’all?
“Great.” “Wonderful.” “Yes, let’s do it!”
First kickoff, bombs start to fall.

[VERSE 2 — THE GAME]

Land mines tripped, stripping half the field,
Bought the referee, the stadium,
The emergency services—corporate shields.
Shoulda been smarter, too soft,
Name of the game: win at all costs.

Good ol’ boys, action more like pussy cats,
Calling it intellect but ain’t no intersect—
Just hiding, stabbing backs.
Tossed you the pigskin,
Nearly took off your head,
Started crying like a bitch,
Nuked the whole field,
Collected insurance on that.

What a fucking joke.

[VERSE 3 — BLOODLINES]

Old money families, trace it back,
Claiming divine mandate—
Trail only got hoof prints,
I think you’ve been had.
So evil, so cold,
Everybody calling you reptiles,
Metaphorically that holds—
Look more like toads to me,
Old and ugly, black magic, living slimy.

Seconds institutions
That subsidize off the suffering
Of your lost child.
They say you might just go insane
If they revealed the truth—

[VERSE 4 — THE DOOR]

Got interdimensional beings
Creeping through the lesions
You dissociate through,
Door opens both ways—
Spirit leaves, something comes in,
Wearing your face, speaking your language,
But the eyes went thin.

You called it divine right,
I call it possession with a pension,
Bloodline tradition
Of inviting in the thing
You should’ve never given permission.

Every ritual, every sacrifice, every pact—
You thought you were summoning power,
Power was summoning you back.
Leash so old you forgot who’s holding it,
Centuries of control
And you still think you’re the one controlling shit?

[VERSE 5 — THE ROAST]

So let me get this straight—
You sold your soul at a rate
Negotiated in 1397,
No notary, no witness,
Called it a divine mandate,
Fine print reads: everything, for all time,
No matter what—

And you thought that was a good deal?

Exposed to the sun you start to peel,
All that old money, old magic, old blood—
Can’t buy a thing that’s real.
Can’t grow a thing that’s real.
Can’t feel a thing that’s real.

Hoarded the whole board,
Bought every square,
Monopoly man with a top hat
And nothing under there.
You won the game, congratulations—
Forgot the part where
The box goes back on the shelf
And nobody cares.

[HOOK — REPRISE]

Showed up to a pickup game of flag football,
Just here to play, no real skin in the game—
Turns out they rigged it all.
“Great.” “Wonderful.” “Yes, let’s do it!”
First kickoff, bombs start to fall—
And they collecting insurance
On every single one of y’all.

[OUTRO]

What a fucking joke.
Old money, new demons, same smoke.
Generational curse calling itself a blessing,
Whole dynasty built on a hoax—
And the punchline?
They still think they wrote the joke.

Flag Football

04. Plan B - Happy As Larry Feat. Larrikin Love

05. Plan B - Missing Links Feat. Radiohead

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