The Cube Saga

Beat by SaoMigazBeats, found (and recorded over) with the app 'Voloco'

Background:
Years ago a friend made a rap/RnB album. Unfortunately, kids at school got wind of it and shamed him so much we never got a chance to hear it. We've been asking ever since. Just recently another friend suggested us all making an album together to laugh back on when we're old (we're in our thirties with very little experience with music between us), which gave me the idea to make a 'diss track' to encourage him to dig the old album yet. so far, we're still waiting......

Local References:
smoke n mirrors, anchor-inn, and tall trees were local popular bars that have since closed down (tall trees was actually burned down). Empire is another local night club, which was rumored to be closing down but hasn't yet.

Lyrics:
Come on mr white cube why cant we hear your album
Howcome, you wont let us near it
What the fuck you fearin
Everyone did hear it
Back in the day fast forward to now
Youre feeling too proud, to let us wild out
Man whats that about
Since when have you passed 
A shot to show off
I dont wanna diss
Or take the piss
Just reminisce 
A little bit
Back when, you and matt 
thought you were black
With your Doo-rags, flat-caps, 
accents to match,
Dont take it too hard, man
I just wanna look back
To the past the laughter
You captured, mentions 
Of memories, almost forgotten
Its rotten, you got this sat there
No care to share, no joy for your friends
And lets not pretend, lets not forget
That youre not, arent you,
mr confident, Mr white cube, 
this aint like you
Whats your excuse
You threw it out, didnt you
Ashamed to admit, youre ashamed
of yourself, Cos you said, 
that you got the mean rhymes, 
But I bet they average
Unlike x-bars, never set no trends
No smoke n mirrors, see right through you
Albums gone, am anchor-inn on this fact
You wont be, dropping your empire next
Im smoking tall trees, waiting for
You to sense my references
Youre sitting defenceless 
Sliding behind the fence 
Just isnt gunna cut it
So what you gunna do
You cannot respond,
But can't not respond 
To these accusations,
Of you being a little bitch
So go an grab your shit
Yo collection would be lit,
But ill settle for a bit
Of mis-direction, of a diss
Placed in my direction
Diss-assemble me down
Or face ressurection, that is the question
That you've got to face now
Silence would be, disrepectful
After putting all my effort Into this
So please admit the fact
That your balls are lacking 
Or was all the times paul was
Asking to hear your tracks 
Laughing, all alone
No-one had your back n',
Now it's finally time to ask you
Mr white cube, Mr Hollw Square,
With no depth, what you gunna do next
Way I see it, you got three options
Give us the album
Walk out, like a man
Failing that, hit me back
If you really think you can
Or admit, you're a chicken assed shit
Mr Hollow Square with no depth
Ripped for ever, for something 
You never even gave us
Balls in your court now
Come on homie
Lets play

Mr White Cube.m4a

Beat by SaoMigazBeats, found (and recorded over) with the app 'Voloco'

Background: 
Tldr; Friends said they'd make some music for fun but haven't, so I'm calling them out. Full story in the description for 'Mr White Cube'.

Local references:
Leeroy lives across town

Lyrics:
You guys, are all such liars
Why the fuck, are you all so quiet 
You all said, youd rock the party
Now youre all, ducking off hiding 

White cube, you say your writin
Are You stuck bro? Why you so silent
A little preview might be nice, 
To keep the fans enticed 
Cos right now am feeling like
You're dodging the mic 
I dont trust, youre really penning lyrics 
I bet you're just, fully spinning shit
Trying to make us look, like idiots ridiculous, to have faith in it that were not incredulous 
stringing us along keepin US quiet
promise a song, Am i wrong?
You've barely even, mentioned it once 
I really wanna beloeve you, I just need to hear you sing

Then I can continue, 
to have your back, from the wolves in the grass 
Snapping at your ankles while you're just, 
trying to find your feet, already caught him once
trying to get the, meat off our beef, 
Taking shots, wanting to be, alpha dog,  Running his  mouth, gave him a shout puppy ran off
He seemed to assume, it was us vs you,
But this is your spotlight, I'm here to produce
But ill howl at anyone, steppin it to you
Honestly, i just want an excuse
Wanted to play, til I flipped the race card
in his face, a bit too quick
for his pace, i thought, it was a riot,
Said hed get on a beat, but then he got quiet
Come on Mathew you know this is aimed at you
You'll debate big foot, and flat earth but won't get on a verse and give me your worst?
The way we can go we'd entertain for years
But i know what you'll say
You're waiting on Paul to get involved
He said he would, I dont know why he hasn't

So if you could, bust us a beat
instead of popping a lung it might be a little more fun for all of us, come on paul, youve wrote 
songs in the hundrends, turned Daves thunder, 
to something cracking, lightning fast, 
Single evenings, all it took, im just seeking something simple
To blast wack raps on a track just for laughs
But i guess I'll let you off since your coughs more concerning than rap virgins
Like me and Mr. leeroy, Matt Davies

Who saved his ass last night, by droppin a Dookie, 
when he came around, whopping cubie moody
Tried to change the subject, without reading whole script
diss is a deep cut, you, probaby wont get it, 
Leeroy, better come out swingin, 
you've been here since, the beginning
When you gunna show us, all of the the progress? 
I heard you already, gone and shown, Jess yeah?
Are we not your best friends? Don't leave us  hopeless, coldest you could do is 
Leave this open ended, now I've got it started
It's time to party Leeroy, this is what you wanted

You guys, have real good timing 
Almost feel like you've been hiding
In my shed, spying while im writing 
Ahead of the game, try to leave me crying

But lets get fried start jibin and vibin 
Inspirin rhymin, slide in to new environments
Finding fine new lines to rhyme with cubes quietness, leave him confused, his mind tryin,
Finding a way to reply, come on guys 
This is, gunna be fucking dope
Yo
lets fucking go




Liars.m4a

personal beef between pals

So am gonna join in wi the ripping on Cube
But am gonna join in and rip use too 
So prick up ya lugs n adjust ya gegs 
The lines ya gonna hear yal all wanna skeg 

Jammy  boy mikes, disagrees with a fart
Gets a stiffy on for chew, makes him feel all smart.  Wheeeyyyy
Most the time ah just think ya touched
With the opinions ya keep so tightly clutched
Ah just can't be arsed, with ya love for chew
So hush ya words, before ya spew
A loada shite I don't wanna hear
just chattin dribble from ya rear 

Yano its best to, breathe air,  not a tab
Then ya might breath better, in the bar lab, (snort laugh)
Most of the time, it's the words that ya grippin
Is most the time, what's got me gippin 
Laying it out, I can see ya dithered 
Especially for a guy who's always nithered 

So warm yaself up gran, it'll help with ya napper
But ah doubt it'll help ya be a better rapper.


Now then Leeroy, your turn 

 I'm talking to you, ya big fluffy lump
Am talking to the lurking cunt, 
Who still can't jump, ha!
Back in the day we called ya fur lurking 
But ere in the now, all quiet n smirking
I know you're a schemer, lil day dreamer
All with the reflex of a slow lemur
Ya might have bars, but ya movement is fickle
Mebbe it'll help if I giv ya little a tickle?
A don wanna prod, if a did, could ya chase?
We're all dropping tunes, n ya out of the pace
So mek ya move,  I'll try not to snooze
As ya slur ya words, like ya on the booze
Or ya fall asleep, whilst ya on ya feet
Or stoned at magic, to skip defeat 

Don't hurt yaself, getting in a rush 
When ya smoke too fast, ya puke in a bush
Compose yaself, and just try speak
With a bit more grace than  on ya feet

Ere Cube you're in for it ya lazy cunt

White Cube, White Cube, wannabe baller
Couldn't make a dunk even, if he was taller 
Got no bars and writes like a scrawler
Cant keep up, ya proper lil crawler
Drinks a bitta vodka, an becomes a creep
Cries bout the memory but that's what ya riepe
ya can't blame the drink for being a meff
Ya can only blame the drink for being a mess
I've seen ya fall down pour beer on ya face 
And ya didn't fall down coz ya tripped on ya lace
Ya fell to the ground by being a lil a gimp
Trying to pull birds, by trying to be a pimp

So put ya pen to page, and begin to gauge 
What we wanna hear, even though ya fear
Ya actually not a G, ya just pretend to be

And gives us ya fucking album ya daft cunt"

Beef Cube

So a bit of backstory before ya listen. So one of me pals back home made a rap album back in school days of which we've been pestering him to release to us for the last decade n a half to no avail. Recently, one of me other mates made a group chat, adding us all in and others to call him out in a rap of his own to try blag him into giving us the album. This then spiraled into us all making random tracks for a laf.

Which leads me onto this. So I'm not really a rap fan by any measure. Very casual listener if that. But me pals are big into it n often share local tracks from Teesside rappers for us to gander at. What I kept finding was it never sounded like a Smoggie. Always imitating southern/London style tones, words n dialect instead of using our own. Which gave me the idea to do a rap light heartedly calling out the Teesside rappers for not using our rich dialect and accent in their music.

As such I give ya, Shot Like A Smoggie.

Below are the lyrics.  I reckon raps could be wrote entirely in Smoggie dialect that would appear as a foreign language for anyone outside of Teesside.

So I'm hoping this could inspire a couple of other Smoggie rappers to have a crack at rapping in their own accent and using our own dialect.


Cheers 🤘

Lyrics:

" Ere yanoworritisright? Daft lil scunners fleggin all snidey, ya from the steel river n deserve a fucking iding. Talking like cranks, to gerra bitta clout, but ya twocking a tongue, yal get fuckin nowt.

Ya just, speaking like a divviy, Acting like a skivvy, to the bag eds down there, but they done care. Ya just binjing their tone Instead of using ya own, Ya should flow like a gadgie Shot like a Smoggie Spit ya chew bold like ya would to the bobbies now take a seat, take a croggy, Take a fuckin looka This is how we rhyme in Teesside me ald mucka

Now then skiddah, ah ya listening or wha? Gonna lay it down Smoggie, it'll be shit hot Yaz carn just drop ow we've spoke for yonks Imitating others trying to make the stonks Looking at me like am talking like a codja Well I'd rather sound old than sound like a todger So open ya lugs and close ya mush Jafta kick off, nor, just shush

Yas Berra do one wiv ya shite, as am about to go aka, tek a clemmy from the ground an bounce it off ya napper. Hahaha Nor am only joking, that'd only leave a keggie, Trying spark ideas , like words from leccy.

Eee, I carn believe ya fumin, me wairds musta be wairking, tarzying on ya nerves, as got me smirking, Ya best crack a winda, it's about to get maftin As ah wind ya up further bout the shite ya been taxing.

Don need an oggy up from owt that ain't mine A can dish chocka quality like this all the time Using the dialect from me own end and using it well Whilst ya copying the south n sound like a bell

chucking birra klart, now ya looking all akki, am clamming for more, n still right happy Moochin in the mind to bray yas with lingo Wouldja dare copy anyway, I'd be devoed

Remember as a nippa, nickin off down the becks, Pulling ya budgies up high trying not to get wet yad be soaked up the duds, like yad been in the baffs, chuffed to catch a frog, just having a laff Remember ow ya spoke was it all brap brap? Nor, it was buzzing, Aggy boo, like n tha

Pause: ere, talking about clamming, coulda proper go for some scran me like, gonna go skeg the sheets for a parmo after this. Eee tell ya wot chore, skegs a gooden eh, bring that beat back.

I know ya skeggin on me but I see threw the hacky An av got more smoke than ya binjed up baccy Shite wasn't there, so I answered the call Ana Swear down, I'm only starting anorl Eres a lil somet to end this on a high It's just a few words, don't have to cry

Blaggin lil rammy plaggies, scrounging and taxing, owee lil scally twocka, give it an axing Stop been scutty, don't spit like another Shot like a Smoggie, say, up the Boro"

Not Like A Smoggie

Gane33

Related tracks