Recorded live at The Cathedral Church of St Peter and St Wilfrid, Ripon & Berlin Hauptbahnhof 

Arranged in BD6 Bradford

not here (overstimulated)

A Collection of remixes & bootlegs I've been playing in clubs and sending out to friends but wasn't going to upload as I'm in a chin scratcher music phase. I got over it and now I present to thee dear listened 4 chunz for *free download*

All credit goes to the respective artists-

Track 1: 100 gecs - hand crushed by a mallet
Platinum 45 - OI! (feat. More Fire Crew)
DJ Bruninho - Pimenta (feat. MC GW & MC RF3)

Track 2: Bob the Drag Queen - Purse First (feat. DJ Mitch Ferrino)

Track 3: Backroad Gee - Party Popper (feat. Ambush & PA Salieu)
Sbucardo da DJ - Woza
MM - QBT16

Track 4: MC Caio & MC Hollywood - No Baile da DZ7 (prod. DJ MALIIBU22)
Sinjin Hawke & Zora Jones - God(v0)

the cultural touchstones on display is actually phenomenal u kno

Written & recorded in Bradford, UK
Finished in Berlin

Production by Ship Sket
Visuals by Liam Richards
Mixed by Neana
Mastered by Tam Tam @ Hain Fellowship

Teach me how to make suttin of it
I know I ain’t supposed to Covet
But I want it yeah I want it
Steel in my teeth feel the grief when I vomit
Struggle in the night got me staring at the stucko
And the dance of my mind chest tight like uh oh uh oh
I think I'm feeling good tho
Lick a bruised lip taste the hate on my cologne
Colon double backslash
I'm looking at a junkie turn his body into ash
You can pass the pipe carve my name on that glass
Thought we were tryna leave that in the past
Krass
But understood
Hope were good
Still spark the bud
Living on fine lines and cold wood hard to budge
Got me Feeling like the five of cups

Easier to trust when I know I'm in love
Easier to crush if u know he got the bug
Easier to push if I'm gassed off the touch
I just play my part

U need to lean on me and I can't be that
Need to run these scenes and I can't be that
Can't repeat the past so I can't be that.
Like a drug I just played my part where's the love in that man

Teach me how to lie
To my brother my slime
I don't mind
Show me how to make u mine
Can you kiss me right now
Or u just playing the sidelines
Break me down
Ur man's at home wow they sound so sublime

Livin that choked cough echo the thin wall reality
Broke down decor that don't match the salary
Take a stab at me calamity for free
Who am I to stop man just tryna eat
Fantastic feat to thrive these days
Slammin thru weekends more time these days
Can’t stay who lives here whose ways feel strange
Wanna place blame but you’re caught in a plague

Teach me how to lie
To my brother my slime
I don't mind
Show me how to make u mine
Can you kiss me right now
Or u just playing the sidelines
Break me down
Ur man's at home wow they sound so sublime

I cant be that, soz (prod. Ship Sket)

Berlin-based MC and artist Lloydfears @lloydfears, originally from The North of engl*nd, returns with a new release on June 22 on Rest Now! After the groundbreaking EP 'Saint & Ogre,' Lloydfears navigates a bleak soundscape with his latest single, 'Selling England.' Unsteady guitar loops, barely there beats and dubbed out echoes from deep in the warehouse provide the backbone of a deep narrative. One that confronts work; honest and otherwise, deceit for survival and control over destructive desires

'Selling England' is an unphased portrayal of the shit we do to pay the rent. Highlighting themes of disenfranchisement and resilience. His lyrical approach does away with the rapid fire flows of his previous output for intimate spoken word that drifts freely across a dense acoustic loop salvaged from cracked vinyl. Lloydfears continues to push the boundaries of grime, delivering a profoundly engaging and introspective listen.
credits

Music and Lyrics by Lloydfears
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Tam Tam @ Soundrays Studio Berlin
Visuals by Edgar Lugo-Vasquez

LYRICS
They've got me and they know it 
And I know it all too well 
Black passport and I’m fleeing this visa 
Living in a hot white hell

This that 5 wall warehouse 
Starving mouth sound tool
Where every time you take the beating
 you feel better hands around you 
 
I hate it but u crave it  
I'm just glad to dive in it for the payment 
Let a bitch deride me 
I'll beg a ciggie just to steal 5 minutes

Shouts to your working class gimmick
Little man I live it 
Sun bleach blue ambience blinding light ambience 
How do you dance to it

Split shift 7 n a half deep I fuccin wish 
Stab n twist with the Same motions 
Can't fuck her I ain't potent 
starving mouth stale venta black coating 
Shit food I'm bloated 
Piss Christ devotion 

How'd u dance to it 
Strip it all away 
Midday im frail as old chips n gravy 
so low where no one can save me
Hormones Congealing 
Haram all I'm feeling 
I acted like a cunt? what? I said I'm still healing 

I'm high now get Inside me 
Make my eyes meet the ceiling 
Full of excuses like a sub full of bruises 
Pride in the pain cos I took it like a man 
Tell me I'm a good boy for holding it down  

Minimum wage Minimum effort
Anybody stepping on my break get peppered 
Big LF serve salt to the lepers 
Minimum Wage Minimum Effort 
Anybody stepping on my block get peppered 
U know it gets better with the lifeline severed 

I don't even like this music
If u saw me on the rave I was just tryna c-
Get back to the time when I felt like someone
Darkroom fulla straight lads n hash spliffs 
Honestly lad what the fuck is this 
It's a myth
Get back quick 
Get back quick

Sittin with the soldiers that saw too much and never got enough of that vibrant stuff 
Positive moves man ain't no such 
And if the feds ever come round ere its a flood 
What who me yeah kufr as u like lad 
When I wrote calm down that felt like the right path 
She write back 
Take that take that make that yours 
Can't even get hard if I ain't sure 

From the stained glass foreign fields to the iron sky islands
In front of the crowds that just watch and watch 

Days shaped by flesh 
Flesh shapes by days all of these years two times led astray
Still holding onto steel cos it means nowt now
The skin is always stronger ask me how I found out so

Minimum wage Minimum effort
Anybody stepping on my break get peppered 
Big LF serve salt to the lepers 
Minimum Wage Minimum Effort 
Anybody stepping on my block get peppered 
U know it gets better with the lifeline severed

Selling England

Melancholy ass beautiful fuccin synth rework of Selling engl*nd by @box_5ive Built for contemplative lads lost in the snow drift. May this make your January ever so slightly lighter.
Love yee

Selling engl*nd (Box5ive's no pay off remix)

Recorded winter '15/'16
All music and lyrics by Forrest Lloyd
Released on The Maybels Labels Recording Corporation
Tapes available on request with bonus b-side beat tape

I can't see the life behind your eyes
me I suffer so I know I am

Leash N Collar

Track 5

Full EP @
http://bit.ly/FLUnderstood

First you understand then be understood, understood? 
This one's heavenly heavy 

I never let it ride 
Don't step man i stride 
Settling my pride 
Still make the ting glide 
Like what you wanna do 
6’1 but I feel 6’2 
That’s the Blade in my shoe 

Dont watch face don't watch news dont give chase cane on blues i'll take blame wont stay true follow their rules and you might see it through 

(repeat) 

Just tryna get to the end without going back to the ends 
I was in the back of the rave with a month old fade 
Keeping an eye on my friends like everyone safe? 
Big man check your sibilance same as I checked my ways I’m feeling stray 
Cant even make it right these days 
Man a living edge of the knife these days 
These days these days nothing changed just stay the same except the one who say my name n lay the claim love hate 
Relationships I never pray I don’t notice it 
Post a pic who you posing with 
Raising sticks or you folding piff 
Same one think about the end of it 
In the bathroom thinking bout ending him 
Lack of respect and the harder it gets if he keeps chatting just might draw for the ting 

Like who’s got what’s that bring that onto me 

I never let it ride 
Don't step man i stride 
Settling my pride 
Still make the ting glide 
Like what you wanna do 
6’1 but I feel 6’2 
That’s the Blade in my shoe 

Don't watch face don't watch news don't give chase cane on blues i'll take blame wont stay true follow their rules and you might see it through 

Three times three times three times ran down but a boy never ran my pockets 
Just stop it 
I loosen my belt when I cop it 
Catch an optic on a faint glow 
Cos I’m back to the gutter in a month or so 
I just wanna save you from all this hurt 
I just wanna save you from all this hurt 

Gotta a good girl likes when I’m a man about it 
Only into me when i'm a man about it 
You got me by the neck don't shout 
Say what you want, I can't handle the doubt 

I never let it ride...

Understand (understood)

Track 4

Full EP @
bit.ly/FLUnderstood

Video @
http://bit.ly/FLdontvisit

Can We Go (the hits at 3twelve)

Track 3

Full EP @
bit.ly/FLUnderstood

Video @ 
http://bit.ly/FLdontvisit

So cold 
It’s so cold 
I’m gone 
Don’t mean to waste your time boy 
Don’t mean to waste your time boy 
I just wanna see what you’re saying 
Cos I really ain’t 
Cos I really ain’t fuckin with these streets right now 

What’s your vision? what’s your district? 
Why I feel distant? is it 
why i cast shade like a late summer? 
Dippin in and out of the city 
Sea of sharks we some late runners 
You’s some bait runners 

Lay a trap but it’s not clear cut 
Me n leo got that side hustle 
Couple structure got up and fucked ya? 
Tear it down then let it go 
Like tear it down then let it go 
Like whats your motive? 

Whats your district? why you so distant? Is it 
why I cast shade like a late summer 
Dipping in and out of the city 
Sea of sharks we some bait runners 
Get bun up 

Lay a trap but it’s not clear cut 
Lookin up when I really shouldn’t 
Work a boy out like a new clutch (purse) 
I’m so masculine cos it’s the mask I’m living 
Bitch what you wanna do? 

I could never be like you 
Makings of a fuckin sucka 
Do just what they told you too 
Makings of a fucking sucka 

Cold out there ice in ere 
Ain’t paid bills like half of the year 
Big F L from the banlieu 
Take from a sucka and I never say thank you 
Props where that’s due like fucker who asked you? 
In ere with your trash views get dashed like an Oz of those vegetables 
Easy as a 
Tenner on the floor 
Sell it right back for a twens on a draw 
I know you heard that before 

I know you heard that before 

And I take man back like 4 by 4 
Twos on draw think I want more 
I will lick man down like tens on a draw 
Just please don’t call past 4 

What’s your vision? Whats your distraction? Nothing so distinct as I’m distant 
Move on instinct in a instant 
Get smoked like Winstons 
And I push work like them pistons 

FL 
Don’t mean to waste your time boy 
FL it don’t sit well 
Don’t mean to waste your time boy 
Sharpen up like a tense spell 
I just wanna be by your side 
From the depths of hell 
Cos I’m not fucking with these streets right now 
I’m not fucking with these streets right now

Trash Views (in ere)

Track 2

Full EP @
bit.ly/FLUnderstood
 
Video @
http://bit.ly/FLdontvisit

Don't Visit (no missed calls)

Track 1

Full EP @
bit.ly/FLUnderstood

Video @ 
http://bit.ly/FLdontvisit

Great British isles but it’s feeling more gilligan 
It’s been a minute since man claiming innocent 
Ain’t in the scene still in the rave serving this tea on a tray just like Bitterman 
I can’t believe even had close friends fixing to rid of him 
But I don’t blame em 
Swear down I’m ashamed put respect on my name like the tactics dangerous 
For now I’m just ghosting 
Stove top hot no code names no growth pains and we don’t do governments either 
Cock back blow on a leader I feel ya 
If ya ain’t wanna be around me I wouldn’t wanna know me neither 

But real recognise real so they don’t see me 
Corrupt a young man like bad mp3 
When I’m first in the set that’s just hierarchy so I beg a old head please fire at me I’m 
L to the F had to dash from the scene 
Took a man outta the rap like seeds 
Stand at the back with my paws in my jeans just to let a man know that my hands ain’t clean I’m 
L to the F to the move left handed if it ain’t Ana on the cam then it’s candid still get branded 
Born alone die alone no matter who your man is 
What you think? I took that chance 
Walk on the ice then you might as well dance 
Them boy a dark don’t go through the park looking mark in your yves st laurent my god 

Get out my face boy 
I don’t got patience 
Front on my waist 
I love them different persuasions 
I might just give you a taste but that don't mean that you made none 
Step and I’m taking your plate I could just put you in place boy 

L to the F to the always on top 
Run big vox 
When I’m on spot 
When I’m on job 
Push like rock 
If I have to flick my ting that's a bop 

Take off my belt, that’s another notch 
Pants still sit bare low when I cotch 
Clear on the block still watch for them cops 
Tell a young man you don't wanna get got 

Give back them things that I have 
But I still make man run off 
Feel it in his chest like cough 
I’m just trying to get off 
Why I feel lost? 
Why am I so fucking soft? 
Get that shit out my hair 
I need a wash 

But i’m too sly see it in my eyes 
Sometimes reckon we all wanna die 
Who's that what's that bring that guy please come against I 
But I beg man keep your eyes off mines, why? 
I’m that back room enforcer 
Pick the ripest like orchard 
Don’t par with him cos he awkward 
More time I ignore my flaws 

Wish this convo matched her jaw good lord good lord 
Back off the floor but man a still poor good lord 
Hit a little whoosh for the score good lord 
Say you love me what for? 

Yeah that boy might I definitely will 
leave a boy down in the field no chill 
do a boy live on the gram spark my lemon then peel don't ask me how I feel 
S’all too real like I own it my lips stay sealed 
Wanna settle me like old deals 
Location off kick seals 

Pedal through the city like I own it 
Damn near homeless 
Just like august 
November ten toes frozen 
Risks on roads high rise look lonely 
Feel like I’m drowning 
Choking a kiss 
Hands on my wrist like it was stop and frisk 
Fuck a beat I was fucking a witch make her break down and still claim I’m feminist 

(wake up boy) 

What kinda man that make me n you 
Couldn't cuff a twenty let alone a boo 
My g 
What kinda man that make me n you 
Couldn't cuff a twenty let alone now you wanna come through 

Get out my face boy 
I don’t got patience 
Front on my waist 
I love them different persuasions 
I might just give you a taste but that don't mean that you made none 
Step and I’m taking your plate I could just put you in place boy 

boy

Hierarchy (boy)

Track 1

100Gecs - Hand Crushed by a Mallet
Platinum45 - Oi ft. More Fire Crew
MC GW & MC RF3 - Pimenta (Prod. by DJ Bruninho) 

100 Ois 4 The Luv Of Funk (100 Gecs X Platinum45 X DJ Bruninho)

Bob The Drag Queen - Purse FIrst (FL Remix)

it's a ｡​·​*​･​.​🅿​🆄​🆁​🆂​🅴​｡​ﾟ *✿ not a MaNbAg (and I say it with chest)

Lloydfears is an MC working over ambient pressure
From The North of engl*nd, Brexit baby in Berlin.
co-founder of Druid Club
Post-Grime british reality music, mostly dubbed out echoes of poetry over barely there beats from deep in the warehouse. Masterplan is to break the trance

Not one of the good ones
xo

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