Marley

Lyrics:  It has you in a trance so deep you can freely dance,
Don’t give a damn about the people around you,
Cause you own this moment it’s stuck to you with glue,
Someone could tell you that a myths true,
And you would believe them with full faith,
But right now what you’re doing is a form of escape,
Forget about feelings forget about hate,
They can’t save us from where we’re going,
Flow with the river as if you’re rowing,
Forget about world conflict and fighting cause this trance has you all G like an orgy,
Listen to the words I speak,
You come up with your own fate so don’t say that it’s bleak,
Just because you haven’t found what you want to seek,
Don’t give up have another try don’t say R.I.P
Release your mind from these heavy chains,
Educate your brain before nothing’s that all remains,
Life is terrible it’s a sad game,
But only if you see it that way, feel that same sway,
Right now I’m telling you to do what you wanna do before someone does it for you,
That goes for me too that goes for everyone cause our time on this planet’s few, 

So many people do it and you don’t even notice,
You live your lives according to hypnosis,
X3

Wouldn’t it be brilliant if we were all so resilient?
Able to withstand shit and just bounce back again,
We’d all be fighters and burn bright like lighters,
We wouldn’t give up and die just like Elias,
Or we can be like Barnes just harvest the hate growing on your farms,
Every little action has a reaction,
Whether you buy a business or pull out a handgun,
It goes for everyone rich or poor,
When one closes someone opens a door,
Live for now forget the past forget the future,
Do what’s good for you don’t listen to Lucifer,
Fuck all that devil shit cause it’s irrelevant,
He’s a dick that’s why nuns remain celibate,
Add on insult in hope this will sell a bit,
But I don’t care as long as you show some respect,
I’m hypocritical I’ll end up in a Kilmainham cell titled to let,
While soulja boy is flying in 2 jets paid for by two songs who said,
Have you ever thought if there’s a subliminal message?
That’s slowly destroying you creating wreckage,
Course you didn’t you wouldn’t think, that because it involves using your head a bit,


So many people do it and you don’t even notice,
You live your lives according to hypnosis,
X3

I’m going to plant something in your brain,
Imagine it deep inside your membrane,
It’s calming you down like Mary Jane,
It’s making you see sense but still you’re clinically insane,
A lot of people say you have to be rich to be happy,
You don’t, but I’d rather cry in a Ferrari,
But do what you think you should do,
Or you’ll die sad and feeling blue,
That’s not the life you want to see through,
Be what you want start something new,
Start a new business,
Be in a band like Thin Lizzy,
Be an entrapeunre and sell cans that are fizzy,
Be a fucking pornstar called Mike Jizzy,
That’s my message please take it to heart,
One two three you’re awake now start.


Hypnosis

LyRICS: So what is the deal with these fucking  groups,
Hangin with seventy peeps as if they were troops,
The only way you can join is if you have a nice face,
And can make any motherfucker feel like a disgrace,
and when they upload shit it's like a fucking scripture,
They getting two hundred likes on a picture,
Making me feel bad with my five,
Shit at least I don't have to lie,
Those people would say this is just jealousy,
I would never say this in person cause I'm a pussy,
It's mental turmoil knowing I would be loyal,
But these bitches can't see it they getting with slippy oil,
How are you so stupid that you think Cupid,
Is hitting you with darts every time another stars,
You think he's the one to blast you away with a gun,
Naw aw Hun he's just looking for fun,
so you think you're above me and you can't reply,
Slowly my confidence is beginning to die,
Yeah you might have fun now when you are young,
But instead of climbing up you are going down the rung,
But we all know that is bullshit,
Cause these stupid hoes still with people who want their bit,
 
After generations of the same lies,
Us humans still fall for the people in fames eyes,
Creating clones like copy and paste,
Who even has their own taste,
X2
 
It makes me laugh,
But at the same time makes me mad,
I tried my best to be able to ingest,
All these clothes so I would get some hoes,
But that's just how it goes,
Sometimes I just sit back and relax,
Think how many will go to rehab,
For destroying their lives,
Cause the nice girls always hang with the nice guys,
It's just life's a bitch and then you die,
Words of Nas are fresh on my mind, 
Popularity is kinda like austerity,
Keeping them unique when they're at their peak,
Dropping them when they're weak,
replace them with another peep,
But who's at the centre of all this madness,
I say it's a girl getting them all mad for it,
Some people are just so ignorant,
Because they like to think they're mint,
But in reality they make me sick but I want to pick,
There might be some nice girls so don't be quick,
To brand then with the same word aka a bitch,
But they are very rare and nice to look and stare,
The question is not why but where,
So while you have seventy mates following you about the place,
In theory I got a few but half of them aren't true,
And while you have so many people to talk to, 
I got one or two I thought you knew,
 
After generations of the same lies,
Us humans still fall for the people in fames eyes,
Creating clones like copy and paste,
Who even has their own taste,
X2
 
Bitches be all like I don't know what to wear,
It has to be something new that won't tear,
I think we should skip That next step,
And Wear some skimpy clothes that will expose my chest,
Because I'm looking for a loyal boyfriend,
Someone royal a real god send,
How come they are so hard to find,
Is it me girl am I out of my mind,
Then they go out looking for their love, 
Not realising they're killing so many doves,
Their prince charming could be their best friend,
But he isn't the same standard never asks for a lend,
Of some cash like those other lads,
Who treat a girl like a bitch and always make her sad,
Who go out getting fucked out of their heads,
Any chance they get yeah you heard what I said,
It's a cycle we know will never end,
Cause this nice looking girls only get with the trend,
Nice guys aren't hard to come by,
It's just nice girls ignore them being sly, 
So shut up cunts you can't complain in a fit,
I just made a song dissing yous you little shit,
 
After generations of the same lies,
Us humans still fall for the people in fames eyes,
Creating clones like copy and paste,
Who even has their own taste,
X2


The Deal

Lyrics:
Ever since I was young I was told my day would come,
When people around me were doing great in things,
Meanwhile I would be day dreaming in rings, 
But my day is coming I hear the war drums drumming, 
Teachers and parents seem to be strumming,
On the same chord the same one as before,
And after,
Cause they expect everyone to get a masters,
In all these wonder jobs not meant for yobs,
That are supposed to keep us entertained,
When we're twenty seven still no degree to our name,
Cause we supposed to do what we're told,
Then dish out the orders to the young,
It's a cycle I don't want to be a part of,
It's a cycle I know will enter and be lost,
Everybody seems to ignore their inner child,
The child who had no fear of money or power,
Who decided if they wanted to build a tower,
Who wanted to be an astronaut, now you so stressed you gotta blood clot,
What happened to wanting to fly a helicopter?
Now life is just passing you by in a whir,
This is the beginning for my life,
A new chapter in the book I don't revise,
Older people will claim this ain't wise,
You're a rich boy go college don't compromise,

We are told to be what we will always want to be,
But see we don't seem to see,
Can nobody ever realise,
Time is short be what you want before you die
X2

You're complaing about your life saying it’s not fair,
Not realising there's people out there,
That have not option about when they're gonna die,
It's a death sentence adios goodbye, 
What I said may seem cruel,
But ignore it it’s the energy I use to fuel,
These songs making it for the people that have no voice,
Sticking it to the powerful trapped in their Royce,
They might think this is shit,
But it's a united common syndicate,
We are the people lets over run the steeple,
Live together the way we should,
This is complex coming from a man who eats spuds,
Eventually most of us are oppressed,
Told to stop what we love and follow the rest,
Told to sit down shut up and don't protest,
Those phrases are beginning to be obsessed,
We're told bad things every day in every way,
No matter what way we have no say,
We're told we have free will but our life is pre planned,
When people get down a reason we demand,
Then when asked how your form is you reply that you’re grand,
There is no more respect sit down look over life just reflect

We are told to be what we will always want to be,
But see we don't seem to see,
Can nobody ever realise,
Time is short be what you want before you die
X2

I sat down and wrote this it just seems to come,
It's the soul within me speaking out for some,
The root of all evil is greed it's now what we want it’s not what we need,
I could guarantee this song will be looked over,
Though I come from the land of the four leaved clover,
It's so easy to be negative and get down,
Say you're going nowhere spend your life in town, 
Tuned in people will listen and say damn,
Cause they get what I mean white lies like a lamb,
I’m starting to see this is a bit like Sam,
Sensible anarchy and madness,
To people who feed of fear this is bliss, 
They feel so good rein acting their first kiss,
I have this feeling that doesn't seem to leave,
It's wrapped in my bones scarred and weaved,
It's a great fear that I won't do anything or achieve,
This feeling it can't be just me, 
Someone else has to feel it please answer me,
Or I could bring this rap to you,
You who feels blue and doubts their existence is true,
I dunno man I feel like it’s my mission, 
To tell people what they're missing,
Yeah you're damn right it's an Irishman's intuition.


An Irishman's Intuition

Lyrics: 
Try different rhyming schemes what's the point,
We all look like machines with oily joints,
I can roll of so many syllables,
And look like an uncanny criminal,
You might think that I am crazy, 
The sink water looks like the sea,
I could not be bothered sit there and holla,
Find peace and smoke weed to get in touch with jah,
It's hard to write some rhymes with no beat,
Like Oscar Pitories running with no feet, 
Why is it so hard to see, 
That your music makes me bleed,
It's missing something apostrophe,
Like some words and a proper beat,
I wouldn't mind but now the kids are blind,
Listening to girls with a fake behind,
The first time I listened to hip hop,
Was like a movie fanatics first Hitchcock,
But now they're breaking this hardened rock,
We started from the bottom,
Had a pool but no gardener,
I lied I think his name was estabar,
My childhood made me scar,
It doesn't matter where you are,
Own the place like you are the composar,
 
Almost like one two three follow me,
Like a herd of sheep make you believe,
Now look and breathe for what you see,
Some party zombies living for four twenty,
X2
 
No one seems to know what I want to scream,
I'm Irish to the heart this emerald green,
Now I could use this as a screen,
To do anything I want a drunken teen,
Now look at me look at you,
Look at me look at you,
Oh shit I popped you like a ballon,
This instrument still goes boom,
Everybody looks at me like I am a cartoon,
Now is it a crime to write some random crap,
Have a song you can listen while you give a smack,
To some pervert who felt your back,
And you spun around like you we're under attack,
Now my flow just seems to go,
People complain that I am far too slow,
I should really get this shit under control,
It's not my fault I got so much soul,
And short legs like a baby foal,
I'll be like maggie and take your coal,
She's going deep deep down that hellish road,
Some say the divil is dead hello thatchy I hope you know,
 
Almost like one two three follow me,
Like a herd of sheep make you believe,
Now look and breathe for what you see,
Some party zombies living for four twenty,
X2
 
This is the part where it all must end,
It's been good doing this for a change,
Listen to this and make a new friend,
Who obeys booty call and likes to arrange,
If you get my point I won't have to go any further,
Talk out loud try not to murmur,
Dance to the rhythm of the booms,
Float about from room to room,
Don't stay out there in the gloom,
Cause the night will end far too soon, 
And next thing you know it's over June,
Say this as if I have some experience,
Of poppin pills and delirients,
Burst your pants like coke and mints,
Turn the other cheek and take the hits,
Of music come on and abuse it,
Like your drug it got you hooked,
Banging your head to imaginary drums,
Keep going till you see the sun,
 
Almost like one two three follow me,
Like a herd of sheep make you believe,
Now look and breathe for what you see,
Some party zombies living for four twenty,


Lyrics: 
Man when you grew up good like me,
When you grew up in E.Í.R.E,
That's when you begin to doubt what this means,
To be a sixteen year old wanna be emcee,
But then you begin to say how much is true,
I feel like I only got one shot to do, what I love and not get caught,
People think I'm in first place but I'm just waiting for a mate, 
Sittin outside the house of god, playing nas and bigge like I'm a fraud,
A fake person with no real style,
Pumped up now after watching 8mile,
Staying in my room a new recluse,
It's starting to loom let this shit loos,
Bent over my laptop creating some beats,
That are so shit you'd hear better on the street,
I've been told to work on my flow,
and to practise confidence,
hard as it goes I'm still a fucking optimist,
Think I would finally cop on to this,
I should create some songs and drop the disk,
Something is key sounding like brosky,
International name like l.i.n.g,
A nation where we all turn to the bottle,
Consume it in some amounts, someone's pressing the throttle,
Send us towards off shore accounts,
Every single dark night,
Lying in bed with one artificial light,
Lights up the room,
On Facebook staying in the loop,
I feel this need to be connected,
But I've never felt so rejected,
I think that they set this,
For people like me to try accept it,
They're doing a good job at this trickery,
I'm still singing hickory dock,
All you motherfuckers can suck on this padlock,
Shit this is just another one of them tasters,
It's not a waster like a kid with a blazer,
I can be like bieber,
and shot your ass with one of those tasers,
I got this fever,
But nobody there fucked with drugs you neither,
Does weed count as a drug orr,
Chase the dream,
in ways it's a reality,
Solid teams got me in fidelity,
I believe in this just cause,
To attack with truth and if necessary claws,
I strive to make some good music,
It's an art a skill staying on the tick,
The artificial light has got the trick,
People are so wrapped up in themselves,
They're missing out on life I'm like the twelve,
Apostles my bones are showing a damn fossil,
The irony just overflows,
Like miss thatcher becoming coal,
We sit Down and wonder did she have a soul,
There's millions of people all the same,
Millions of people wild or tamed,
Shit sometimes things seem out of sight,
Like hope from a farmer battling blight,
But always put up a hell of a fight,
you're giving me a cause that makes me excite,
You're giving me a Rappers delight.


A Rappers Delight

Lyrics: I could start off and rap about cars,
Rap about something I'm not,
151 rum and some Smirnoff,
Got me on top got me on call,
What happened to having good lyrics,
I didn't grow up in the 90's but I got more spirit,
And they say hip hop is dead,
Yeah you wish let’s start a new thread,
And they say that it's full of secrets,
Yeah you're right go on and inject,
These syllables through a vein in your leg,
Pass out from the rush going to your head,
Let's have something that sounds synthetic,
Rhyme three words that sound pathetic,
Make millions then forget them,
Except that lass with a morbid stem,
That's like hitting a hornets nest,
Like a bullet hole in a vest,
That makes me protest slowly jest,
The head of a lion going grotesque,
I have the same dream,
million peeps just like me,
The strange twist is its reality,
I think I possess some vanity,
But that can't be the worst,
Infact it is that in reverse,
Trading my thoughts like commerce,
See what I mean in this verse?
Passed out like the Valium,
Such beauty like the trillium,
It's not really this mad delirium,
Disrupting that equilibrium,
Give me some time and a beat,
I’ll make something nice almost discreet,
This crying baby mimics me,
I will be an emcee cynically,
They say the hook has to be catchy,
Something that sounds kinda snatchy,
I don't have one someone attract me,
Hit me up with one blank beat,
See there is so many formulas,
That can get you there in for laughs,
That are sharp like broken glass,
Think I’ll create mine tralala,
See it's all good if you ask for so,
Say I'm lying call me Pinocchio,
Wait till you see me flyin to Tokyo,
I’m this leader pope Leo,
Slowly I will begin to improve,
Show off my shit like I am the lueve,
they give you an option then say choose,
Who is gonna fall for this awful ruse,
Tupac said he would spark the mind,
That would change the world I think it’s mine,
I don't intend to sound so cocky,
But they will say they found this don’t block me,
Once you're doing something you love,
You won't work one day connected isotope,
You can't see this your common scope,
Blinding you I sadly joke,

Yeah this is where you rant on about some irrelevant shite tryna sound deep haha peace


Equalibrium (Beat-De FROiZ)

Twitter: lucid_rap
lyrics: So I could start rapping about random shit,
Follow people around like a phantom prick,
Confuse them and abuse them,
I am the king not from Jerusalem,
make a religion called fatusalem,
Is there any point in what I do,
It falls on deaf ears including you,
I could reveal life secrets and regrets,
And you would sit there like two twits having sex,
Do you start to understand my awkward jist,
Screw you you weather man and your assist,
No matter how many times these people lie,
You will still look for their full of shit eye,
I think somewhere deep down we accept being oppressed,
We want to see someone else being the fucking best,
We need to get a hold and a grip,
Start being active and un fold this drip,
The first step is the worst rep the best set,
It will push you further then a comfy bed,
Time waits for no man that's why a snowman,
Melts no matter how hard a kid felt,
It would stay and play for another day,
It waits for nobody in no single way,
It will take you when your time is up,
Come around the corner in a pick up truck,

Time waits for no man,
That's why we have to get up while we can,
Show these motherfucking pricks,
That we will not fall like bundled sticks,
X4

Do you realise what you take for granted,
Or do you fill your eyes cause you can't stand it,
Can you see that if you have your health,
It's better then any amount of wealth,
And let me explain one of the reasons why,
If you're healthy you can always try,
Different things and different opportunitys,
You can be famous or you can still be rudity,
It's the simple things that keep us going,
It's the simple things we keep on ignoring,
We want more then we can handle,
Then we turn around expecting more things to unravel,
Time is money but money kills health,
So you're killing two things smacking its belt,
Don't be happy be content,
Happy is a state of mind content is best,
You will have no regrets and no upsets,
You will greet gods time with a smile and a jest,
The more things you own the more they own you,
I got a phone and its more important then food,


That goes to show how far it's gone,
That I'd rather cyber space then a lawn,
We're replacing nature with aperture,
A hole that has shit and lures,
X4	


Credit to The Passion HIFI for the free beat

Time (Beat-The Passion HIFI)

Lyrics: Yeah now listen up to these words

They could say that I am just another rapper,
That I have this way and I have a style like I am dapper,
They say to me that I am not the best on the camera,
But they don't realise I got a test this is bushra,
I'm not the guy who sits back and video edits,
I'm the name you spot on the first god damn credit,
Hate my attitude I won't fucking shed it,
Ill break through you like you're brand new frit,
Come at me bro this is solider skit,
Ill make my music but itll be for the ears,
It's not some mini movie of me with a beer,
I won't bow down to this competition shit,
Who can buy the best camera lots of admission bitch,
Since when was rap about image it's funny,
I thought that was the issue of young fucking money,
I might revert back to poetry with a beat,
Try improvise and get my work on to tv,

We gonna let the true colours fly iii we gonna let we gonna let we gonna let the true colours fly ii ii ii
X2

I think I might jump on to the band wagon,
Brainwash these kids to drink a filthy bland naggin,
Show little girls you have to wear expensive make up,
And show young lads a girl has to be rape struck,
And then society blames this type of media,
I can write a whole article about this Wikipedia,
While yes what they see might have some influence,
But who are the guardians 50 n eminem?
While people like them get fingers pointed at them,
Parents are letting all this shit fucking happen,
It's like somebody wants to blame anybody ,
Because anybody shows that they're parenting ain't shoddy,
But really it is they're not up to standard,
Change something trust my true word,
And then youll see something start to unfurl,
Gowan I know you're happy do a little twirl,
We gonna let the true colours fly iii we gonna let we gonna let we gonna let the true colours fly ii ii ii
X2

To make it in the music industry,
You need to be completely indigently cooperetly,
Let people fix your already perfect appearance,
And then control you like you wouldn't dare rinse,
I didn't know music was for the eyes,
It's not my friend it's for those who love lies,
Cause all we ever see are drunken parties,
with stupid make up girls looking like they're fucking smarties,
And it shows everybody having a good time,
When really some fuck is about to commit a dirty crime,
And everybody's laughing without another care,
end up getting grafting due to a dare,
See all these mini movies show a different reality,
It beats me cause then normal people go mad at these,
They stay there and could watch them all day,
And not realise what they see is a false portray
We gonna let the true colours fly iii we gonna let we gonna let we gonna let the true colours fly ii ii ii
X2


True colours (Beat-The Passion HiFi)

Lyrics:

I could say this is just another dream that it’s not a goal that I will retreat into the depths of this beat,
But then who would even take me seriously who would tell me that I have to walk very precariously,
I think that you can't see my goal is like any others don't mistake me,
As another fake mc,
My voice soon enough will fill the room,
My skills were at the bottom comical like a cartoon
couldn't even fill a tune maybe I recorded too soon,
Didn't have enough practise that's what the fact is,
It's hard to explain but we all have to train our bodies and our minds to sit back and rewind,
Look at our mistakes maybe even get the shakes then use them to shape up for another take,
Keep tryin keep cryin it's like we all defying I will get there or I will stop dyin,

They expect me to grow up with no ID,
They expect that I will not find me,
They expect that I'm the bad apple tree,
They expect that my brain is empty,
X2

So what am I to do when I'm bored in my room,
Finding some nice beats to record in discreet?
It's like a guilty pleasure I have no way to measure if I told someone I would probably die from the pressure,
Cause they all expect me to get a nice big degree in something mad crazy like psychology,
How easy it would be to drop this emcee dream and get a job as another D.O.C,
What I find hard to understand is this mic in my hand cause I grew up with no light on this strand,
Never heard hip hop until I was in my teens and now I want to be in it it's hard to believe,
That's why sometimes it's hard for me to write and record cause my mentors exist on CDs and my wall,
That's why I have to try moving this heavy ball,
That's why I have to move before I get hit and fall,

They expect me to grow up with no ID,
They expect that I will not find me,
They expect that I'm the bad apple tree,
They expect that they will not find me,


They expect me to grow up with no ID,
They expect that I will not find me,
They expect that I'm the bad apple tree,
They expect that my brain is empty,

They expect me to grow up with no ID,
They expect that I will not find me,
They expect that I'm the bad apple tree,
They expect that my brain is empty,
x3

I will make it there
I will make you stare
I will make my own stairs
I will make you care

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