Master System

Cowboys and Idiots

26 Ghosts (Remix) [feat. Dame, Kasimo, S. Samuel, Seekah Lytess & Setra]

Deck Of Cards (Live at Abbey Road Studios)

Relax

Relax (feat. John Cooper Clarke)

Order / Stream

Borstal

Midnight Club

Spaceman

Bad Graphics

If Dreams Could Be Sold (Interlude)

Wolf In A Woolly Hat

Somewhere (Interlude)

Jiggy Jiggy (feat. Dame)

Widow

Do The Birds Still Sing In Hell? (feat. Louis The Hippie)

Tin Foil Girl

PINKY

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Mastered by Ed Woods

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Resourceful

48 album preview exclusive to complex
One More Day: 
Monster Florence, Foreign Beggars, Bekile, Greg Blackman, Rubberjaw, Ads, Will Heaton, Wolfkash, Craig E Wunda
Written, Produced, Recorded, Mixed and Mastered in 48 hours
@ Tom Donovan Studio (https://www.facebook.com/tomdonovanstudio/)
Mixed by Tom Donovan
Mastered by Ed Woods

It Ain't Over

Monster Florence & Foreign Beggars | 48 | It Ain't Over (feat Bekile & Greg Blackman)

Written, Performed, Produced and Mixed by Monster Florence
Mastered by Ed Woods

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Bad Gear

Beautiful Death

Foul

Pulp Fiction

Pulp Fiction (Feat. Chisara)

Written, Produced and Mixed By Monster Florence
Mastered by Mike Bozzi
Artwork by Scribbler

Lyrics:

[Intro: Wallace Rice]

These scribbles on this page dry like raisins in the sunshine
Like unrequited or the pain from my mum’s eyes
Dumb enough to hope and pray and young enough to know we’re unwise 
Rather question everything that act callow in a gunfight

[Verse 1: Dream McLean]

The king is dead The earth is flat
You thought its bad
It’s worse than that
The lies you told
You made your bed
Lie in it, lie in it, lion inside the enclosure 
If I was u wouldn’t get closer
If I was you I would be nice though
If I was you I would be nice though 
Cos u got the people on flight mode 
Never been any connection
But one day your bubble will burst 
And you gotta run for the exits 
Yeah run around round round world Like KFC chickens all headless
Or refugees running for refuge 
Then you’ll find out where the edge is 

[Chorus 1]

[Dream Mclean]
Deck of cards it’s all aces aces
Me and them different places places 
[Wallace Rice]
Ooowoooooo
Why are force fields wrapped round like orchid vines 
[Dream Mclean]
When they fall off the faces faces
Then they might know what space is
[Wallace Rice]
Oowoooooooo
In a just filled world we would all align

[Verse 2: Alex Osiris]

Is it conspiracy they conspire
As we look at screens but not higher
Like like everything but each other
Follow people over dreams yeah that’s dire I’m not inspired
I’m fucking tired
Tryna’ stay hungry while people dying
Dying of hunger their dying to live
Shining a bright light into an abyss yeah
Will it be missed there can you see this here this area take form of a lit flare Gather round
Let's find connection and love
Elections are fucked
Elected corrupt and left enterprising incentives for everyone but us
Uh how you gonna do us like that
You slags
Try follow them chem trails back to the lab that they came from 
Tryna’ work out the circumference of flat earth so we can go and make one Climb up on on it then take off
Take off these rose tints
My patience though it's so thin like the ozone now I'm roasting
It's cool though I'll stay hoping
For this whole thing

[Chorus 2]

[Dream Mclean]
Deck of cards it’s all aces aces
Me and them different places places 
[Wallace Rice]
Ooowoooooo
Why are force fields wrapped round like orchid vines
[Dream Mclean]
When they fall off the faces faces Then they might know what space is 
[Wallace Rice] 
oowoooooooo
In a just filled world we would all align

Deck Of Cards

Famous People Die The Most

Deck Of Cards (Radio Edit)

Produced, Written and Mixed by Monster Florence
Mastered by Mike Bozzi

Lyrics:

[Chorus 1: Wallace Rice]

Who’s that (x 27)
Who’s that peeping through my window
What the fuck you what fuck you want
Who’s that peeping through my window
What fuck you want
What the fuck you lookin’ at

[Verse 1: Wallace Rice]

Wake me with kenco End my day with hello
Run straight out my pen though
Kept it up on ten toes
Did you not get memo
No officer I was at home Playing GTA 4
No not Gran Turismo
That whip weren’t stolen by us
Yeah I swear we rode the bus home
Passed the boarded flats and drunk bloke
Marsh farm was a fucking drug zone
When my uncle had that rental
And house was a fucking rental
Most love to my fucking rents though
Mumma never paid the rent though
When My poppa died we were dead broke
My uncle died sorta bless though
See around that time it was end goal
Tryna exercise and stretch loads
Take a look through my fucking window
Just CCJ’s and bad loans
Just weeping baby’s man grown
Took a leap of faith tadpole
Like hello

[Chorus 2: Wallace Rice]

Who’s that (x 27)
Who’s that peeping through my window
What the fuck you what fuck you want
Who’s that peeping through my window
What fuck you want
What the fuck you lookin’ at

[Verse 2: Alex Osiris]

Two eyes in the back of my head
See shots like a camera lens
Duck um all fuck um all hearing heat from an old flame coming like dragons last breath
Tryna take but haven’t asked yet
No no make a madam half step
Man dem aren’t guest
Best keep your shoes on you ain’t gonna dampen our step
Keep peeping I’m knee deep in a b screaming that need meat like she been vegan
3 geezers with 2 divas in 1 evening that’s a scene that will need cleaning
She peeping n’ got the horn like a beep beep got the invite now it’s all even
2 2s we could shut the curtain and all swerve them
But just wana see who preed this
I see’s ya’s
Like shaking on the floor tryina breath quick
Couple geezers on a bait ting
Looking waved feeling sea sick
See Adidas on the table getting racked and I lean in
Then I peep that people are peepin’
Got their phones out them a keep no deleting
That’s fucked

[Verse 3: Dream Mclean]

All for the
Peace of mind
Might just pick some pickled peppers in like I’m peter pipe
Likkle bickers back and forth didn’t have no reason to lie
But at least you tried
Bright bright think I’m blind think I’m peaking right
I know you’re watching peaky blinders cos I’m peeking through blinds Truth be told I’m feeling nice
I can’t even lie
But you’re looking at me just like Jesus Christ
And I know I take the piss 2 but it’s like you take the piss 3
Yeah it’s like u take the biscuit I’m rich bitch not rich tea
Got my feet up on your settee
Cos if u think u can walk all over me then fuck your couch
Nigga

[Chorus 3: Wallace Rice]

Who’s that peeping through my window What the fuck you what fuck you want Who’s that peeping through my window What fuck you want
What the fuck you lookin’ at

Peepin'

Written, Produced and Mixed By Monster Florence
Mastered by Mike Bozzi

Frida

Written, Produced and Mixed by Monster Florence
Mastered by Mike Bozzi

Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Alex Osiris]

Life’s got me like someone’s pissed in my cornflakes
This ball ache that I carry with me last all day
Got blue balls from this white girl with poor taste
With green eyes called jade tryna’ be called bae
It’s fuckin long
Red mist I see
Red mist I see
I need a siesta please
Lay next to me
She say she can’t she tell me no
I say she go and hope she don’t remember me
Remember shut the door on the way out
And shut ya mouth while you’re at it
Now fuckin breeze
Wine tasting time waster playing a fuckin' tease
I didn’t even get dome
And I think she’s stolen my weed
She got sticky fingers
And really I figured that’d be me
So I chase out the door
But she gone and so are my keys
What a day!

[Chorus 1: Miles Kane]

Rumbling out
Tumbling down
Something moving overhead
Like thun (x4) Like thunderclouds
Got jump today
Bumped today
Dumped today
What’s today?

[Verse 2: Wallace Rice]

Papa’s anniversary I thought It was a month away
Not my day, not my day
Summer day but it rains
Before I had a date with my baby
I tried my luck on fucking slot machines
Put my money and my keys on unlucky number 8
And quick as 123 lost my monthly fucking wage
What a fucking day
Brother not today
Puddles filled with rain
Young mothers filled with shame
Such a shame
She was meant a lawyer in her dreams
Beauty queen Slept with 27 man at 17
There’s she lays with no allies on estate in a state
With two babies just wrapped up in a blanket like a rabbi
But honey won’t be judge on what a nigga and friend say
Let’s kick their bad energy like sensei
I was speeding through the traffic with my shit playing out the stereo Bumping today was a good day
When my dog from around the way sent a text saying
The other day your nigga crack in the whip kunta kinte
Lord have mercy Protect his soul until the end day
Just a inmate visualise get out and get paid
We want it in doubles no humps like Wednesday
Money coming undelay undelay like a esse comprende

[Chorus 2: Miles Kane]

Rumbling out
Tumbling down
Something moving overhead
Like thun (x4) Like thunderclouds

[Verse 3: Dream Mclean]

Ohhh shit here we go again
Lost my wallet again again again
Groundhog Day again
Will I bounce back guess it depends
Lord won't you buy me a benz
Black leather seats and a v8 engine
You can just put it on expenses init
Long way from coming to my senses init
Ohhh shit here we go again
Stuck on spin cycle never ends
Claiming youre the best
Cause they said u was then
But could you do it in stoke on a wet wednes-
Day in the life my brother
Cut off the wife and the wifis cut off
On a knife edge I might just slip up
Phone ring pick up
Snakes slither
Fucking deliveries man they don't deliver
Ordered food and it comes cold I shiver
On my way to leave I trip up
Tryna save p p p p pick up
Pack of that pack
And back the liqueur
Obviously fuck man
What else you gonna do when the heating don't work in winter United can't win a match
I can't get a match on tinder

Thunderclouds

Thunderclouds (feat. Miles Kane)

Produced, Written and Mixed by Monster Florence
Mastered by Mike Bozzi
Artwork by Scribbler

Handstand

Guantanamo Baby

Produced, Written and Mixed by Monster Florence
Mastered by Mike Bozzi
Artwork by Scribbler
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Lyrics:

Baby just stop 
Baby on lock
Get it and bop 
Gimme that bloz 
Peas that I watch 
Not peas in a pod 
Yeah What do you want 
Civilian opp
Give brilliant top 
Yeah the panties just drop 
Tell her manakin stop stop
Stop in ya path 
Body and arms 
Keep calm 
No apology after spread her arse on the carpet 
Then her Make stand up like a comedy watch
10 past n gotta be gone 
Minute late n I’m posting a pic 
Showin ya face grabbing hold of my dick 
Pissed Askin for more like Oliver Twist 
A sick pup on Ona good night
Rabbid dog on bad one
Sipped drugs and I took flight 
Hancock on a mad one 
Hands up if act up with the man bruv 
No Katie or Anna be an anchor 
Hang up if she act touch are you mad love 
Handcuffed to bed pole get ya back struck 
That’s love 
Took it out went dry so i spat once
White flake everywhere no dandruff 
Give her jab to the ribs for the banter 
See a few peng friends now I’m gonna plow through like a tractor 

Says she wanna roll 
Roll Roll
With a nigga like me 
Yeah Yeah 
Baby you’re toast 
Toast Toast
Death to the regime
Yeah
Says she wanna roll 
Roll Roll
With a nigga like me 
Yeah Yeah 
Baby you don’t 
Don’t Don’t 
Death to the regime
Yeah
26 Ghosts
26 Ghosts
Says she wanna roll 
Baby you don’t 

Say she wanna roll why protest 
Wipes my wings then I might finesse
Floating High like flying lessons 
I’m flying less and floating more 
rest assure il get to shore 
Titanic end you’re gonna get bored 
Once was a corps at Barrymore pool party 
from the entrance dived in head 
First of course, Fuck You all
I like my money as ripe as eggs 
And Like my cheques Just like my ex 
That’s Never late and baby less 
Baby 2 played that game you played 
You bled x2
And you  dead 
Method man on methylene whilst method with a sket 
In Medellin Just Like I’m poison or pablo 
Finest flake that I can sample 
Hand On deck grab the handle 
Slam your bitch just like Kurt angle 
Say she wanna roll roll roll 
With a nigga like me buts it’s stress like a land lord 
In my favourite kangol 
Dawg I look Rambo 
Mixed with django 
Stacking it like i got no back bone 

Says she wanna roll 
Roll Roll
With a nigga like me 
Yeah Yeah 
Baby you’re toast 
Toast Toast
Death to the regime
Yeah
Says she wanna roll 
Roll Roll
With a nigga like me 
Yeah Yeah 
Baby you don’t 
Don’t Don’t 
Death to the regime
Yeah

Scoobidy boop
I look at the face 
I look at the back 
I look at the foot
If its all good 
Joogidy jook 

Now my girls ticked off
Looking at my to do list and she sees that ur girls ticked off
Thats my shooter there won’t ever see Kels in shot
And no we don’t buy no diamond rings but still we give girls some rocks
What else u got
she just wants smells in bags
I never said girls are slags
I just said
Slags 
She left in the morning 
She wanna come  back in the evening
And yeah I  know u beat it but I actually beat it
So I guess that was the reason that she never calls u back
Or responds to ur messages on whatsapp she just reads em
That’s Quite awks
Look at me on my high horse
These chicken nugs are to die for
Its just mm mm its just ahh
Stupendous 
Doing up long weekenders
no new friends but probably do need new friends though cos
I don’t need no new benders
Still she wanna roll

With a nigga like me 
Yeah Yeah 
Baby you’re toast 
Toast Toast
Death to the regime
Yeah

26 Ghosts

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