Marx - Gas Drawls (MF DOOM)

Alive and Well (feat. Razorrawks)

Produced by Sik Sense
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Kev la Kat

Lyrics:

If I had just one wish
Receive real recognition for what I've accomplished
If I could take one trip
I'd climb Everest with someone I could light bongs with
If I birthed just one kid
I'd create a genius, someone I can write songs with
Trust me there is none like
Me in this world and we only get one life

I strive for the sunny days
Spending it fully blazed, this can't be no gully phase
They're calling me scummy mate
I tour the UK and don't care what the money pays
Been blessed with a funny brain
My pen game is deadly like assault with a bloody blade
Irrelevant what your dunny says
Honey dip to the set, we'll eat food that's honey glazed

If I had just one mic
That's the way it is call me Walter Cronkite
If I wrote just one song
I'd school everyone and show 'em where they've all gone wrong
If I spit just one bar
Go toe-to-toe with legends, best believe it be on par
If I was the world's only emcee
I'd still be playing shows with venues empty

So where does the fun stop?
Don't walk with a gun cocked, but my attitude's punk rock
You make bubblegum pop
Rock wilder than y'all like M-E-F and the Funk Doc
Dressed in all black and some dumb socks
Steal the show every time God, even your Mum watch
And I can make nuns hot
I'm the Human Torch, you're applying that sunblock

If I had just one wish
Receive real recognition for what I've accomplished
If I could take one trip
I'd climb Everest with someone I could light bongs with
If I birthed just one kid
I'd create a genius, someone I can write songs with
Trust me there is none like
Me in this world and we only get one life

If I play just one show
I spread like a virus known to every John Doe
Equipped with more than just one flow
I'm tryna make long dough, holiday in the Congo
Candygram here for Mongo
I took the wrong road, been creaming them bongs slow
You been seeing me on road
Can't access my world you're inserting the wrong code

If I had just one mic
That's the way it is call me Walter Cronkite
If I wrote just one song
I'd school everyone and show 'em where they've all gone wrong
If I spit just one bar
Go toe-to-toe with legends, best believe it be on par
If I was the world's only emcee
I'd still be playing shows with venues empty

Produced by Micall Parknsun
Cuts by Fast T
Additional vocals by Oliver Marshall
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Kev la Kat

Lyrics:

Ayo my feet like size eleven
If you book me, make sure there's cash and a rider present
Christmas coming, hide your presents
I rock shows with legends, why? 'Cause I'm a legend
Yeah I'm cocky with it, I got a right to be
You bodying me? Nah that's highly unlikely
Ayo sound man, turn up the fucking mic for me
Y'all don't want war, you just look at me spitefully
They see me shining, I don't wear shine though
The strength of a rhino without wearing rhinestones
The type of rhyme flow to leave your fucking mindblown
Need a pen and paper, don't write rhymes on my phone
Too scared to book me as support act
Marx? Yo he'll blow me off stage, I know you thought that
Here to bring an end to all of your dead rhyming
And show y'all motherfuckers why I should be headlining

Martin Guymer, pretentious rhymer
The never on timer, the Cypress Hill climber
Drink the Frosty Jack's cider since I was a minor
Disappear without a trace like Jerry Bruckheimer
I'm not dissing you here, what I meant is
Go missing for two years like Ali DiLaurentis
I hope you don't take this too offensive
Didn't hear your name once, nah you didn't get mentioned
Maybe I should let you catch up
Take five years off and see how we stack up
Assassinate my character, you're having bad luck
Oh they're talking 'bout me? I could give a mad fuck
Teacher said what you wanna be when you're older
I can tell you the exact words I told her
I never subscribed to the brainless chatter
I said, Miss when I grow up I'ma be a famous rapper

Famous Rapper

Produced by Messiah Kaeto
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Kev la Kat

Lyrics:

I said it must be that I kick up a fuss
From now til the day that I'm kicking up dust
Rest in peace to all the legends, show respect is a must
And we gon' put that work in from the dawn til the dusk
I said it must be that I kick up a fuss
From now til the day that I'm kicking up dust
Rest in peace to all the legends, show respect is a must
And we gon' put that work in from the dawn til the dusk

I serve as the centrepiece of the centrefold
My fortune cookie read if you love her let her go
I did a while ago, and I'm just here to let 'em know
That I hit a rough patch but now I'm feeling better though
Normal service is resumed, I'm God bitch
Grooves infect, no coincidence you caught this
Despise my songs as soon they're recorded
But the ego feeds on the thrill of applauses
I've been busy reminiscing with Messiah
Stanley Ipkiss with the Mask on, freeing all desire
I'll provide exactly what you require
Make sure you meet my fee when enquiring to hire
I don't do the club rap, screaming out fuck that
Natural born spitters, spazzing on nuff tracks
Never pop bottles, matter fact, I'm minesweeping
All eyes on your drink when you see that I'm creeping

I said it must be that I kick up a fuss
From now til the day that I'm kicking up dust
Rest in peace to all the legends, show respect is a must
And we gon' put that work in from the dawn til the dusk
I said it must be that I kick up a fuss
From now til the day that I'm kicking up dust
Rest in peace to all the legends, show respect is a must
And we gon' put that work in from the dawn til the dusk

24/7 you can find me in the lab
Man are never ready for the power in this pad
All these trolling motherfuckers always tryna make me mad
But I never take the bait, so they never get the catch
All my words they carry weight, I been breaking off the latch
Start to get the feeling that I might become detached
Hear the paranoia up on every fucking track
Marathon, it's not a sprint, I'm about to fucking lap
I see the man are lagging in the back
Living off the shit that they're doing in the past
Never be a legend 'cause you never took a chance
You're just jumping on a trend, every challenge, every dance
Proud to rep my city, it's invasion of the Mancs
Battered down the hatchets 'cause we're coming with the tanks
See you sending shots, only firing the blanks
I can sense dissention in the ranks

I said it must be that I kick up a fuss
From now til the day that I'm kicking up dust
Rest in peace to all the legends, show respect is a must
And we gon' put that work in from the dawn til the dusk
I said it must be that I kick up a fuss
From now til the day that I'm kicking up dust
Rest in peace to all the legends, show respect is a must
And we gon' put that work in from the dawn til the dusk

Walk a thin line between cocky and confident
From I can't rap to no disputing my dominance
I make plans with no regard for the consequence
Question my relevance? That goes against common sense
I view myself as the white Air Jordan
Others disagree, but their input's not important
Cocky prick, from the H.U. double hockey sticks
I'm old school, probably copy this straight to floppy disk
Who's the name that you see on all the posters?
I'm sick of hearing "hey I do it for the culture"
My lyrics printed on scriptures and sculptures
Gunning beats down like the rap Whitey Bulger
Travel cross town for the trambopaline
Couple voices piping up but nobody stopping me
To love yourself, the ultimate power
Instant revival at the drop of every hour

I said it must be that I kick up a fuss
From now til the day that I'm kicking up dust
Rest in peace to all the legends, show respect is a must
And we gon' put that work in from the dawn til the dusk
I said it must be that I kick up a fuss
From now til the day that I'm kicking up dust
Rest in peace to all the legends, show respect is a must
And we gon' put that work in from the dawn til the dusk

From Dawn til Dusk (feat. Reminiss)

Produced by AJ Munson
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Kev la Kat

Lyrics:

The smooth trooper, orange eye, juice loosener
Who moves to the gutter beat, fruit looper
Juice Crew more Slipknot than Britpop
Nine-man, Wu-Tang, strongest in hip-hop
Paint a picture as my eternal sound updates
Fuck fakes, grab the mic off you and bust eight
Bars aimed straight into the stratosphere
That live show you're selling is dead, you should be glad I'm here
Return to the story to its original glory
Became mentally, spiritually and physically boring
Instead of asking how many points isn't he scoring
Why don't we focus on the accolades that's given me warrior
Attributes in spades, consistently misbehaved
I was floating through it while you just missed the wave
Hi my name is Mr. Save a Spliff for Dave
He's coming back from work and ant had a hit for days
Shit for brains with persistent shame
Must have loaded up a different game with a pre-existing save
My fifty plays irrelevant to the big display
Sorry I don't know what came over me, it's just today
Slap your camera out your hand kid, what?
If you think I'm paying to get it replaced, get fucked
You aren't snapping my pic just to gain a quick buck
Now get your sen off and get your Canon fixed up
Still need to stay sharp when you're having fun with it
Still see me playing darts and I don't need to mumble it
Approaching projects can be quite humbling
But I switch to another concept after a month of it
Beats is beautiful and the graphics is great
Switched on my computer to create a classic today
Dropboxed to Kev la Kat who mixed and mastered the tape
Sent the email at seven and then I'm grafting at eight
Not in my record collection to my recollection
I can pinpoint the exact moment I achieved perfection
It was 12:04, 6th June, 1997
Physical born and came forth to meet my brethren
It's Mister Guymer, as seen on Prick Adviser
If my name ain't on it, you better fix the flyer
Get on with your life, stay away, make the distance higher
I won't give in, provide attention that this bitch desires
Marx how you shine so bright on these beats?
You never seem to stop I bet you get no sleep
You're right, to add to that I don't eat
Get a year's work done in an average, slow week
The spirit of an underdog, runt of the litter
While dudes sit at their keyboards, acting all bitter
Mama didn't raise no quitter
And she didn't raise a bitch who cries about it on Twitter
I'm blowing raspberries if you think you're mad scary
Forever legendary, outwit any adversary
On the contrary, I don't relate to the commentary
You would tell me about issues with my pituitary?
Rome wasn't built in a day, you're mad impatient
Take it back to the days where we would rap in basements
And if you're using rap as a fashion statement
I'm coming after you, the hip-hop Patrick Bateman

Blowing Raspberries

Produced by Mushtifa
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Kev la Kat

Lyrics:

This that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track
Mushtifa cooked the beat up and I know he wants his old mic back
This that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track
And blast the speakers past eleven mate, I know that you're gonna like that

You wanna know the irony about this whole night?
I usually do my takes with Mushtifa's Rode mic
A shield to protect, plug into the Focusrite
Stagg stand keeps it held up so you know it's right
The white Dolemite, I bang like dynamite
Hey that's him over there, that's Martin Guymer right?
I'm probably seen as the butt of the joke
I'ma mind my business, roll another to smoke

'Cause this that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track
I'm not the type to snap but if you bark I'm gonna bite back
I arrive on my twokker, D-lock it up to the bike rack
Got no weed so I'm putting my goods on buy back
'Cause this that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track
Mushtifa cooked the beat up and I know he wants his old mic back
This that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track
And blast the speakers past eleven mate, I know that you're gonna like that

It's completed in a matter of seconds
I came up on hearing Marshall Mathers rip records
Got gifted with the gab and to me that's a blessing
The execution is perfect and the chatter's impressive
My third classic of the year, rappers don't stand a chance
Please do me the honour of holding your hand to dance
Listen, I've fancied you since a schoolboy boo
But she gives me the blank face like Schoolboy Q

This that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track
Mushtifa cooked the beat up and I know he wants his old mic back
This that roll up a biff and blaze it in the Sun type track
And blast the speakers past eleven mate, I know that you're gonna like that

In the Sun

Produced by Micall Parknsun
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Kev la Kat

Lyrics:

Ayo I came out swinging like Babe Ruth to face truth
The bass boost from NJ to Beirut
Hemingway with the pen it's a suicide
Who am I? Just a poet in the booth denied
Turned into a super guy, I'm just here to unify
Disappear inside the lab, appear with a few of my
Friends, it depends what I mean when I say it
The mic is my BF despite all the BS
Write when I'm depressed, ignite like dynamite
I offer you rhymes, a portion of mine
Nah never do that, there's rules when you do rap
You better move back, no crew, yeah you knew that
Solo is dolo, no don't rep a city
I go from New York then a Peter Pan to Philly
Feel me like you understand right where me from
Loving life 'til my little man under the sun, word

It’s the UK to US of A
Coming strong with no ego’s or prices to pay
Say things that just spring to mind so open your life up and there you might find 
Three insightful lyricists willing to lead the blind

Ayo I eat rappers up at the bottom of the food chain
Always been different, but I never wore two chains
Crawl on all fours in the search for that loose change
When I make my journey home, I reach by two trains
Doesn't even matter if the situation's right
I just need a pen in sight when the inspiration strikes
Proceed to flip and take the mic but that might instigate a fight
Done a few things mate, I know what adoration's like
See? It's like I stepped through a time warp
Back to a time where the rhyme states that I saw
No one move an eyeball any time I might talk
Still chat shit, Bart Simpson with the white chalk
Sat in silence screwfacing at the bar
One Desperado's please, oh thanks, you're a star
This fool keeps telling me I'll never go far
I said "hold on a minute mate, look at where you are"

It’s the UK to US of A
Coming strong with no ego’s or prices to pay
Say things that just spring to mind so open your life up and there you might find 
Three insightful lyricists willing to lead the blind

Mahdhacka comin correct outta Bristol 
Straight direct shooting a few bars, ballistic missiles
No issues, 100% pure rawness, making people wipe up what they spit with some already used shit tissues
Ain’t got anything positive to say to me, then that mouth is only there to be misused
Be on this game strict and talk mad crazy ghoulish like that rotting corpse off tales from the krypt
Rubbing others up the wrong way like a finger to a clit 
It’s about time we all lickadee split, and that’s it
About time we all lickadee split, and that’s it

It’s the UK to the US of A 
Comin’ across that pond with mad things to say

Lead The Blind (feat. Tha Soloist & Mhadhacka)

Produced by Micall Parknsun
Additional vocals by Jill Guymer Brydges and Nathan Guymer
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Kev la Kat

Lyrics:

Ten past three, I'm late for the train
Spent the whole night wasted again
Spent so much, I been making it rain
While I'm out on the road every day is the same
Let me make one thing clear: touring is boring
The time I spend on stage, I want nowt more than
See for me it's when I get to the morning
I can't stop yawning while the day is dawning
And that's if I even have a place to stay
Pay to bay, let Mum know I'm safe today
Instead of resentment thinking that "I hate this place"
But I can't turn 'em down, can't take a break
Every single journey just blurs into one
Before it's my time to shine and I burst into song
My life lacked purpose I was searching for one
Became a deadly disciple offered service to God
How long you gone for? Oh a week or more
Know anyone in this city? Can I crash on their floor?
Will you buy a CD so I can get summat to eat?
Fifteen to a room mate I wanted some peace
I've been everywhere but seen nothing of the nation
All I know of your city is the venue and train station
The route between the two, this int a vacation
Live life to the fullest with no preparation
I used to brag I was a rapper at five
Name a place, I been there, you probably seen me live
You gotta sass it turkey, quit giving me the jive
Five hours till I arrive live at tonight's dive
There's no denying my devotion
If I had to I'd walk across the ocean
Ayo what's the commotion?
The show's dead mate, what happened to the promotion?

Any pay? Nah but exposure is great
Busy crowd yesterday, I was hoping they'd stay
I can't pay you this time but I'll have you back for sure
Should have a good crowd, encore, they'll ask for more
See these vultures give you the world in a promise
But speaking from experience they're the furthest from honest
Listen, I'd happily get paid in bong hits
If I aren't making profit then I may as well get off it
Cut through the tension with the sharpest of teeth
And display my technique on these Parknsun beats
I don't wanna hear a word from you, hardly a peep
I think I'm a rockstar, just a star in the street
Got overheads, overdrafts, no guarantees
While I'm standing there thinking how can you challenge these
Immaculate track record as an emcee
But when it comes to getting paid, can't get 10p
I can't lie, sometimes I get inspired from it
But as it stands mate, I'm fucking tired of it
It was fun at first, but now I'm feeling hopeless
Non-stop for years and no one cared or noticed
Self-sabotaging my attempts to gain a fanbase
Soon as I come off stage, get outta my damn face
Trip over the finish line of the man's race
I need from you the same kinda passion as Stan gave

You know when airlines give you frequent flyer miles?
Trainline need to do that for me, Martin Guymer style
'Cause fronting like you're living the dream gets quite expensive
And these promoters never cover my expenses
Truth be told, if this rap shit sold
I probably be financially sound at 21 years old
But I don't, I'll never drop a tape that goes Gold
Check the hand that I rolled, damn, guess I'll fold
It's irrelevant whether the budget is available
Fuck off round the country just so I can get away from you
Play ten shows just to try and shift a tape or two
Wish I could sell these bars on pay-per-view
Is this the life I drafted up for myself?
I'm excelling very well, collecting dust on the shelf
Must be the smell, why you touchy as Hell?
Dropped three tapes this year, but how much did ya sell?
I'll be honest with you mate, fuck all
Went on tour for World Cup, and I missed the football
Took it on the chin and I always stood tall
Poured myself a pint of Fosters, good call
It's essential that I stay upon this work flow
Just to take the piss and see how far my words go
'Cause this is fun, the ego fits like a glove
So when you see me, salute me baby, it's all love

#GuymerOnTour

Produced by Ferny Mac
Cuts by Fast T
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Kev la Kat

Lyrics:

Sometimes I've gotta pinch myself to remind me that it's real
Purple drapes in my house, oh mate I could squeal
Acquiring a train ticket just to get a feel
Buy an offpeak return, end up with a record deal, yo
The food I cook is gorgeous, only spit the rawness
Serve the eviction to that fanatic fortress
It's flawless, enormous
I'm staring through the window with my face all gormless
Can you refund my life? I can't afford it
You're listening now but I bet you haven't bought it
Peace to those who share and support it
You're the real ones who deserve to be applauded
I woke up with ambition in my heart
Loaded up the cartridge but the mission wouldn't start
You can't hold my pen, create a different kind of art
So there ain't no question if it's written by Marx

Onwards and upwards
Stay tuned as I strong arm the function
It's going down from East Hull to London, I aren't fronting
I style all the time, the belt with the onion
Onwards and upwards
Stay tuned as I strong arm the function
It's going down from East Hull to London, why you fronting?
I style all the time, the belt with the onion

Ayo beats is melodic, weed is the chronic
She offered me the world but me didn't want it
I was forced to earn stripes with this, I made a promise
I serve as the gin, Ferny Mac is the tonic
Earned my position from learning the rhythm
Signed up but never read the terms and conditions, I
Rap a lot but I work in a kitchen, like
Chef Marx, I be serving your chicken
Take your order at the border in a minute
It won't make sense 'cause I exceeded my limit
The preparation is exquisite
Proceed to escape these minus digits
I don't know anyone as ill as me
Release my inner G like an offering from Killah Priest
You know it's me coming through the auxiliary
The Gemini God finalising the trilogy

Onwards and upwards
Stay tuned as I strong arm the function
It's going down from East Hull to London, I aren't fronting
I style all the time, the belt with the onion
Onwards and upwards
Stay tuned as I strong arm the function
It's going down from East Hull to London, why you fronting?
I style all the time, the belt with the onion

Onwards & Upwards

Just your friendly neighbourhood baghead, @marx01482 on everything

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