Original: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvkyoezQXlA

Bee Boss - Haunted Chocolatier (Rizztar Remix)

I’m bipolar.. this a song about that I think it’s pretty obvious

Bye polar blues.

Mr.FYB

Lyrics: 

They came from the struggle, leaving it all behind 
Chasing a dream, gotta’ hustle, gotta’ grind
Heart filled with hope, fire in their soul 
Every step that they take, they’re trying to reach their goal 
Crossing the border, left the past in the dust
With only one chance, it’s a must to adjust 
Learn the language, get down with the know 
With the weight of the world, man, they’re ready to go 
The immigrant mentality, rise and fight
Against all odds, yeah, shining so bright 
Sweat on their brows keeps the vision clear 
In the land of the brave they’ll conquer their fear
Working in a factory, day and night 
Future for family, keep the vision in sight
Each pound they earn, a step towards the light 
Flying like a kite, ready for the fight
We say they’re outsiders, but they’re part of our scene 
Bringing mad flavour, fuck, we’re living the dream
From the corners of the world we can unite as one 
In the tapestry of life, this journey’s just begun
So here’s to the struggle, the hustle and the grind
A shout out to the families that were left behind 
With each step forward we’ll break down the walls 
Together we’ll stand and together we’ll fall
But listen up, I’ve got something to say 
About the issue at hand, man it’s fuckin’ ma’ day
Lines are getting crossed, the laws pushed aside
The systems broken and I won’t abide 
Jobs are on the line and the pressure is real 
Taxpayer burden, man it’s hard to conceal 
Communities divided, tensions on the rise 
Complex situation, hear folks cry 
I’m speaking my mind, making myself clear
These feelings about immigration are tough for me dear 
Rules and respect, man they gotta’ apply 
When it comes to my country, I won’t let it slide
It’s not about hate, but we gotta’ be wise
Protecting our land, it’s just how it applies 
People coming in, yeah we know it’s a fight
But let’s do it right to keep the vision in sight 
Put systems in place that and there to be fair
And welcome those in need, but we better beware 
Of the balance of compassion and the laws we uphold
In the land of the brave, let this truth be told
So let’s come together, find a way to cope
Its time to be firm, and rebuild hope
To folk who abide, welcome to our scene 
Let’s poke the others out the light for them is green.


Written by Craic Heid 
 

 

 

The Immigrant Song

Just put the pen to the pad, don’t you got another verse for your dad?/
Or a million other reasons you pretend that you’re sad?/
Scribble sixteen bars you can throw in the trash/
There’s no getting mad, you’re the one who wanted to rap/
You got a head full of ideas and a knack to create/
But can’t organize your thoughts enough to actually make/
A track that would take, anybody by surprise/
You know it yourself, that’s why you're always hiding your rhymes/
From time to time, you stumble on an actual note/
Something useful, introspective, and objectively dope/
Energized, penning rhymes, then you suddenly froze/
Twice a day is twice a day, the clock is still broke/
Now you’re ticked off/
Go listen to those another shitty rapper you can rip off/
Never make a sound again, I wanna hear a pin fall/
Before you lose your fucking voice, dust your pen off/

I don’t wanna write a hook, I got writers block/
I don’t wanna write a hook, I got writers block/
I don’t wanna write a hook, I got writers block/
…Writers block

You can talk all day, always with something to say/
A joke or a phrase, or something you just thought of today/
You could make your jaw fall off, babble away/
But when you see that blinking line, it’s like a monkey on your spine/
Okay, you write your day away, right or wrong, a change of pace/
Words that tingle up your spine, dribble out your stupid face/
Hardly missing thoughts that rhyme, know that that’s your saving grace/
It’s okay to take your time, no it’s not a fucking race/
Next thing you know it’s been a week or two/
Start to question if you lost the vibe, who are you speaking to/
Wonder really if these words are mine, like can I speak the truth/
When the truth is really hard to find in a vocal booth?/ 
Now your words are choking you, am I just a vessel to be spoken thru?/
Well if I am give me a pen that I can bleed into/
Cus I got things on my mind that I wanna say (like what?)/
It was the lack of words that made me write a verse today/

So when you're sitting alone, stringing letters from the top of your dome/
Playing beats back on repeat trying to get in the zone/
Looking for pieces to complete the shit you already wrote/
Try to give yourself some credit, tho you probably won’t/
Whether it’s problems at home, another fire you stoked/
You gotta try to find the beauty in the eyes that behold/
Writing is digging thru shit in the hopes of finding some gold/
One percent spit out a hit and buy a luxury home/
Something you wanted to say, for which you wanna be known/
You know it won’t be today, because you’re not in the zone/
Now that pen is looking heavy while anxiety grows/
You can barely hold it steady while you're scribbling notes/
Something that nobody knows, have a good time with the bros/
Wondering how this could flow, if you should slip in a joke/
When the depression gets to creeping, creativity chokes/
Only way inside the castle is to swim thru the moat/
For a starving artist, music never stops/
While the well fed sing about writers block/

Writers Block

Untouchable produced by Kenneth English

Lyrics: 

(Guess we’re both after the same killer)
D’ya know what I mean? Lyrical crime scene,  
Words sharper than a knife, cutting through this routine,  
In the shadows I hide, where the danger resides,  
Murdering beats, I’ve got nothing but pride
Phelps on the prowl, yeah, he’s searching for clues,  
But like the Devils Son, I’m in All Black hues.  
Ma’ flows so cold, freeze time like a photo frame,  
Have cunts saying, “The Craics done it again”

Murder this mic, yeah ya’ can’t catch me,  
On the run in the dark, you’ll never snatch me.  
Murderous ink, in this game, I’m the author,  
Speak like a sgian on a lyrical slaughter.  X2

Bobby’s in blue, mad, scanning the scene,  
But I’m rolling in the deep, plotting up ma’ next scheme.  
A savage of the sound, it travels through the air,  
While they comb through the city, I’m beyond their snare.  
If a bar is a bullet, then I’m loaded with clips,  
Spitting truth in the booth, watch the fuzz do a flip
I’m the rage in the machine, you can’t  place my design,  
Got the heart of a lion, and ma’ mind is on crime.  
So let them chase ma’ shadow, let them follow ma’ sound,  
Who’s the King of the North? Who wears the crown underground?
With every word I unleash, I’m escaping the law,  
In the court of the streets, I’m the cunt ya’ can’t draw.  
Be certain, I’m lurking, the beat is ma’ turf,  
Murdering the mic since my album “Rebirth”
They say that I’m wanted, Call Me Fugitive
Stick the verse in a hearse, that’s how I choose to live.  

Murder this mic, yeah ya’ can’t catch me,  
On the run in the dark, you’ll never snatch me.  
Murderous ink, in this game, I’m the author,  
Speak like a sgian on a lyrical slaughter.  X2

Cole keeps searching, but he’s alone in the dark,  
No trace, no chance, I never leave a mark
I burnt down the stage, folk were gasping for breath,  
When the boom bap drops, am’ serving up death.  
Back to the CraicCave, where your man resides,  
Six stars, man, av’ got nowhere to hide,  
Murder the Mic, it’s all part of the game,  
Leaving no trace, just the Craic Heid name. 

This track was produced by JustKidd Productions, appreciate you brother.

Check out ItsJustKidd on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/QNCnC

Written by Craic Heid. 







Murder The Mic

Lyrics:

Reflecting on ma’ year, twenty-four’s in the rear,  
Time spins like a wheel, truth crystal clear,  
Lessons learned, feeling burned, standing here tall,  
Fuck the struggles and the hustles, 
yeah, I’ve learned from them all.  
Puzzles of ma’ past placed far and wide,  
Had ma’ share of the storm, still am’ riding the tide  
Fuck the drama, the brain, the pain in ma’ mind,  
In the chaos of the trail, see the strength that I find.  
Twenty-four’s done, end this purge with haste 
Step to twenty-five, ready, steady, let’s race, 
High horizons, burning bright, future in sight,  
Got the grasp of ma’ past, standing fast to the fight.
Speak with the stars, paving paths to the skies,  
To a universe of dreams where ambition never dies,  
Got ma’ circle close, we rise and we thrive,  
Getting after the grind, keeping the hope alive.  
Hungry like Hendrik with the ball at his feet
Put the rhythm in folks souls, feel the heat of ma’ beat,  
Twenty-five’s ma’ canvas, it’s time to take flight 
Paint ma’ jet all black, it’s my colour alright?
It’s been a mad year with more downs than ups,  
Life’s a bitter brew from an empty cup.  
I’ve found peace in beats and the rhymes in my mind,  
They’ve been a lifeline, am’ not done, lets unwind

Ma’ Dad’s laid up, dealing with time’s cruel grip,  
Watching him fade away, man, it’s an evil trip.  
Legless, restless, confined to that bed,  
Heart heavy with memory, thoughts filling with dread.  
Still, he smiles, man, he shows no fear,  
In the eye of the storm, he’s the one who steers.  
It’s hard to see him struggle, but his characters bold,  
A warrior in silence, heavy wisdom like gold.  
He taught me to endure, to stand when I’m weak,  
“You’ve got one shot Iain, it’s the strong that speak” 
So I’d lace up my boots and step into the ring  
With every punch that I threw, man, I threw it for him. 
But training beats talent when talent won’t train, 
No cunt in the world will remember this name
It’s a saying that haunts me to this very day, 
Take care of your youth before it slips away
Feelings clash, in the battle of the heart,  
Selfish and sorrow, where the fuck do I start?  
Am’ wishing for relief, but I’m here with ma’ fear  
Wishing for his comfort, but am’ drowning in tears.  
I want him to endure, to keep strong in this fight,  
Yet every single breath is like a thief in the night.  
I wrestle with the notion, what’s best for his soul?  
Is it my own desire, or should I let him go?  

When I’m on the track, I’m like a pig in shite
But the silence reminds me of the battle I fight.  
Every bar’s a confession, every verse a release,  
Searching for redemption, heavy yearning for peace.  
Life’s a mad game, move calculated with care,  
The clocks ticking down like the “Woo” of Rick Flair 
The Craic whispers stories, secrets buried in stone,  
Here’s a word from the wise, you’ll never walk alone. 



You'll Never Walk Alone

Lyrics:

(It’s a spiel to know, age my mind)

City lights flicker, pulse heartbeat,  
Streets alive with whispers, where the dreamers meet,  
Passing me by, it's the rhythm of the night,  
Neon signs, grown men start to fight 
Jaws drop heavy when they dance a square go,  
it's a concrete jungle. It's all that folk know.   
schemes hold teams, there's yer chance to be bold
But deep down ya' know, this shits getting old.
Joints burn slow, under moon’s silver gaze,  
Red eyes like jedis, lemon haze,  
Laughter cuts silence, like a shank in the park,  
fuck, you're all still young, get home before it's gets dark 
mixing up yer' dreams with a hint of despair,  
Hope hangs in the air but it’s fragile, beware,  
Anything can happen with the thrill in the stare  
Yet the clock keeps ticking like a game of solitaire.  

(It’s a spiel to know, age my mind)

Enhance yer' glance, pass the spark that could fly,  
Is this bird for the night, or is this bitch for the sky?
The weight of the world rests heavy on her back
As I dance through the moment, heavy searching for craic.
The life of the city, a heartbeat so real,  
reality’s a cage. man, it's hard to reveal  
We chase the unknown, but we’re bound by our fears,  
Navigating laughter, masking our tears.  
This clubs a cathedral, where lost souls convene,  
Each face a reflection of the life that could’ve been,  
pills pop, dreams spill on the floor,  
social connections, like waves on the shore.  
Underneath the surface, the currents run deep,  
Promises linger, most are hard to keep,  
You're chasing the night, but it slips through your hands,  
Grains of sand, lost in shifting lands.

(It’s a spiel to know, age my mind)






Dreamers Meet

Lyrics:
I was trapped in a box, locked up like a vault,  
Closed-minded, wound tight, at the light, I would halt,  
Thought the world was a stage, so I played the role,  
Limited views, couldn't see ma' soul.  
The Streets whispered wisdom but I turned a deaf ear,  
Walking blind through the fog, heavy consumed by ma' fear.  
But then the universe shifted, and the planets allined 
I met some good cunts and they opened ma' mind.  
I guess it's true, what Ringo said,  
We all want to be free, from the chains in our head.  
Vulnerabilitys the key, gotta rise from the dread,  
Now I'm living out loud, no more silence instead.  
From the heights of my thought to the mic when I drop
Every lesson I learned and all the battles I fought.  
Conversation is vital like the roots of a tree,  
Found strength in my title, now I’m finally
free 
Used to judge by the surface, now I seek for the truth,  
Peak through the layers, got the wisdom of a tooth 
Socially awkward, but now I try to connect,  
In every moment, I reflect and respect.  
So here’s to the journey, the growth that
I’ve gained,  
Mentality shifted, no longer constrained.  
From the shadow to the light, what a fuckin' ride,  
Got pals by my side, now I’m living with pride.
Lifes a journey no two paths are the same, 
don't compare yourself to others cause' it only brings pain
that's the common thief, robs your joy away,  
Like a pig taking flght, it leads your mind astray.  
Craic Heid wisdom, spitting knowledge with the pen,  
No need for a mask, still, concealed from the trends.  
Each journey’s unique, like the fingerprints design,  
fit in their shoes? you’ll just lose your own shine.  
the bell rings on time, then they try to confine,  
But I saw through the stain, let ma' time be mine
Ma' worlds filled with darkness but am' the light that ignites,  
I've found my own way home and now I'm hitting new heights.  
Rejoice in the voice with each step that I take,  
Craft ma' own path, yeah, stay wide awake.
Yous' want normal but I’m breaking the mould, 
It's the Iron of the Mic spitting wisdom so bold.  
Each verse a reflection, Capone of the Beat,  
In the middle of shite, I won't accept defeat.  
I'll dance with my demons, and turn this pain into art,  
From the depths of my soul, I’m searchin' for spark.  
So raise your voice, let it shatter the ceiling,  
In this game of existence, you need to chase the feeling.
Living out loud, ya' can’t hold me down,  
I’m the king of my thoughts, I wear the gold crown.  
bittersweet sympathy, unique sound,  
Rejoice in your voice, let your lost be found. x2

Mixed by Aspect. https://www.instagram.com/aspect852?igsh=MTBpZmNlMHU4NXk4dg==

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