Still fuggin slaps bro. When’s the come back?

Great to see you doing well, fair play. Great to hear deadly Irish hip hop

To me this song is deep and full of resonance; speaks volumes!

Produced by GerryBoy
Arrangement, Mixing & Mastering by Ruth Kennington
Additional arrangement, recording by Colm Quearney
Horns By Ciaran Wilde
Lyrics by Lethal Dialect
Vocals By Jess Kav
Original Sample of 'Dublin Saunter' by Leo Maguire, sang by Noel Purcel

Lyrics:
Got off the flight from Boston, tired yawning, first port of call
my hometown, cloaked in smog and rainwaterfall,
asphalt, cobblestones, polluted river, bikes and trollies thrown..
follow me home
let me show you, warts and all.. past the tourist distractions,
the cities lost children in backlanes with tracked veins, chasing the dragon,
buildings left vacant and abandoned, derelict   
the stench piss is stagnant, winos sip fermented grapes by the gallon,  
Highest rates of emigration since the famine 
when generations arrived in Ellis island destination Manhattan,
Smashed bottles on the pavement in fragments,
Crunching underneath my Timberlands like broken dreams
places named after popes and queens,
act as reminders of the old regimes,
buskers on the street corners wasting their talents 
cause they're playing with such passion, but all the people passing
are too consumed having the conversations they're having
hoods transacting, from Mercedes wagons
windows tinted black and strumpets leaving nothing up to the imagination,  
but I heard they've caught the germ, satisfaction guarantees a bad disease, 
we call them fatal attractions,
Theres Tony by the bookies, bragging to his two companions, 'bout who he backed on the racing in Navan:
older head, olive skin, dark complexion
you'd mistake him for an italian,
he begs and gambles his takings putting stakes on the stallions..
his faded tattoos are more than just a statement of fashion,
I gave him dap, asked him if anything had changed in my absence,
and if it has let me pick your brain, 
he said it hasn't, different day but the shits the same
So whens the next album? told him it was hanging in the balance,
Cause I cant fathom why our own people hate to hear our own accent,
he told me they call it different names,
inferiority complex or malignant shame..
were an oppressed people treated inhumane,
psychologically, thats still ingrained,
for things to change you mustn't shy away from the challenge, 
cause you've the same voice as James Joyce,  
a great grandson of Dan Dunne's,
a WB Yeats on beat breaks,
a Seamus Heaney who sprays graffiti,
you know a problem child Oscar Wilde

They say i'm like Yeats, a dreamer.. It isn't what it seems..
That getting to your dreams thing, that isn't just a theme
the definition of it means make all your dreams a reality
until there's no distinguishing between..
Me myself, I plan on living mine for Liam 
although I miss him, I know he's ever-present just hidden and unseen,
the plot twisted like a motion picture film on a screen
thats why I been missing from the scene,
but i'm back reinvigorated, 'bout to take the shit to new extremes
won't stop until my Nike airs are splitting at the seams
and when it feels like we're pissing in the breeze,
remember dead fish go with the flow, us we swim against the stream
don't need recognition for building self-esteem, surrounded by winners..
We drink caffeine and politic when we convene..
Thought with trust i've got issues like subscription magazines
cause even Judas got close enough to kiss the Nazarene..


Lethal Dialect talking.
It's a new era and we made a decision as a generation to leave behind ways of thinking that we were supposed to inherit: Inferiority complex, malignant shame. Fuck that! We're not ashamed to be confident, we're not afraid to be confident and build our dreams. Watch what this generation does and remember I said that...

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