It doesn’t really matter what you’re thinking,
In fact you can’t think when your time’s spent drinking
At that you’d save your bottle if your ship starts sinking
When you hear the music of the glasses clinkin’
I can’t pretend this isn’t written to me, I
Didn’t get the memo at the age of fourteen, I 
Sunk a Skol Super in a Ford Cortina, 
Making me meaner; I just got keener.
Olly reed called, he wants his drinking face back
Comedy’s sapped from when your falling flat on your back
Comradery lapse when you sat lookin’ like that
Draggin’ a staggering bag of blagger back to his flat
Putting out fires and used to calling truces, 
We’ve all got our nooses but can’t get with juices,
So call me useless kid and pat me on the head,
I’m brown bread, I can’t remember what I even said.

If it’s cheeky it doesn’t count, so cheeky beer come to me
My cheeky cigarette, cheeky wee wee on your shrubbery,
Cheeky smashed glass and a cheeky bit of thuggery
Cheeky crackpipe, and a cheeky armed robbery
Stick on the 80s and let’s have a sing song
Social Justice Warriors about to have a ding dong
The next line just to has to really be about ping pong
No idea what comes next minky pinky ming mong
Here’s a case wine, what nice surprise
A broken tooth, a scar and some UDIs
And two black eyes, a face that’s now twice the size
It’s no surprise I’ve fallen out with half the guys
I’ll learn my lesson by the time I’m an old man
Prizing Jagerbombs from my cold dead hands
But now it’s clinging on I can’t quite shake it,
For Christ’s sakes just set me up a double and I’ll take it!

It’s a miracle it truly is; a wonder I’m alive
Yesterday we drunk like it was 1995
No really, we did, we had Oasis on and everything
Tore up a Weatherspoons drunk anything and everything,
Coyote ugly kind of shit up on the bar 
Had a cheeky little punch up and it left a cheeky scar
Swallowed something dodgy from a mystery beer can
Was weird man; the tears ran, but sod it just cheers man.
Invincible tonight, but I won’t be tomorrow,
Find me talking animals and put me in a burrow.
Brow furrowed, as I try to stay alive
House looking a dive try to recall through my mind -  
Breakfast whities all round, no one make a single sound
Gonna pen some lyrics to this head pound
I’m over it, we’re done so don’t invite me to your stag do -
But ask again tomorrow and I might find that I have to.

Lyrics written and performed by Rosko Lewis
Produced by Rosko & @Yeshintae
Pizzicato Strings by @joni-fuller
Cuts by DJ Aerist @ben-williams-139470920
Featuring my mate Jamie

Blowing Fuses

https://open.spotify.com/album/3741QtqPn3UblHtz3Agyb2

You only see the glass is dirty if you hold it to the light
Deplorable Trump adorer or a raving Corbynite
You wanna fight because somebody said you wanna fight
Sculpted like a child by a speech and a spotlight
Mob mentality it staggers me, the naggers be
Pulling out the daggers see, pulling up the ladders gee,
No surprise; life got fucking polarised
The gaps now ocean sized, it’s all feelings over wise
There’s no wisdom and you’re an ist and that’s an ism,
You’re a racist, you’re a snowflake, you’re libtard and that’s sexism
Red, blue, left, right, divided down the middle,
The right’s just on the fiddle and the left just wants it’s tummy tickled
Hatred and fear; or wide-eyed naivety
Joy if you agree with me, tears if you disagree 
 “Everybody’s welcome” or “just let the ship sink”
Get yourself off the propaganda and think
There’s Onna-Bugeisha and the YPJ,
Then there’s getting fucking livid when a man explains
Or spreads his legs on a train like he was calling you names
It’s like you’re blind to the change while you be playing your games.
So if the truth hurts and you’re left clutching your pearls,
If your holy book is telling you it’s cool to touch girls,
If your corporation needs to flatten all in sight,
Or your nationalism means you hate all but white
If your feminism means you’re steam-rollering men
Or if your Islamism means hellfire for them
If your racism threshold swings so low
That it’s racist to adopt another cultural flow
If your view point is all that really matters to you,
And you nailed it to the mast because of all your ship’s crew;
Houston has a problem, and that problem is you
So think your view through because it’s long overdue 
This goes out to all the people not taking offence,
Not getting incensed and thinking that the world is against
You’re not oppressed. You’re just oppressed by you
Oppressed by how you feel about the people around you 
Call upon your mob and then you mire them in traffic
And then you kick right off, blame an entire demographic 
And you made all that noise, now you’re stuck with it too,
Then it’s on you like glue, and you’ll fight ‘til you’re blue,
You’re ALL dividing us – either you’re praying for walls;
Or you’re ID politics put us in separate stalls,
You think you’re progressive but you’re taking us back;
Pitting the white versus black, and fewer people strike back.
So you bitch and you snipe over nothing but words,
While the ice caps melt and the trees lose birds
Kids watch and learn the absurd - the world turns - 
Picking battles like mad cattle the unity burns

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Mob Mentality is here on Soundcloud for now until the release of my album Midlife Nicest which will be available on all streaming and download sites very soon.... follow for more.

Mob Mentality
Lyrics written and performed by Rosko
Produced by Rosko & Alex Noorani
Strings by @Joni-Fuller
Cuts by DJ Aerist @ben-williams-139470920
Sax by Patrick J

Mob Mentality

Let me explore my geekorism, Outrun emcees through my television,
“He’s heating up” like a busted up Intellivision.
Pikachune, on this sunny afternoon, we’re staying in,
We play to win, Breathin’ fire like Dhalsim
Cart’s in; Sonic Booming like Guile an’
Before the days of dialling up, look I’m smilin’
I'm picking Ryu in blue, not you!
As I bash you and Road Rash you like it's Chase HQ (2)
It’s why I rung you, for Yie Ar Kung Fu
So I will come through - it’s a picture I done you
My Call of Duty is to Tekken your mind off
Turok and to roll, whilst I’m getting my rhyme off
Wield my Golden Axe over wack tracks, my Final Fight
Treat you like my sprite until you can’t walk right -
That’s right, I'm on a mission til my bean gets blown -
So tonight I'm gonna take you take you through the Green Hill Zone

Your track’s bland, you lack man, you’re faking like Batman
Pour yourself some flair and swallow spirits like PacMan
And change your game plan; your range and name, man
Before you get hauled like a floored Barbarian
Like Baron Samedi look I just can’t be beat, I plant my feet,
This seat feels like half of me
Sliding up on campers sat behind closed doors,
Taking out Gods Of Wars, with high scores.
Losses to Ross is crushing end of game bosses
With a Fifa goal in stoppage or an Overcooked sausage
I’m no end of level baddy, I’m more Tetris block,
So imma let this rock while I get this slot
And drop Lemmings emcees that get controlled like Sims
So pass me that controller and a “imma gonna win”
Levels of devils getting beats and dishevelled
And Unravelled on Twitch I, hit ya like The Witcher

I’ll Bomberman until he understands my battle plan,
It’s so Megaman, aiming at the modder clan
CoD fodder while I keep my head nodding,
And I watch them robbing air droppings with my chair rocking
Here’s your Paper Boy, catch you later
After Perfect Dark, I’ll shell you out the Kart -
Kooper Trooper, I’ll power slide it up on the inside
Loop a super hook I took and look how I win wide
Watch the Titanfall on the Battlefield, I sink a J
Swat you out the park like NBA 2K
I wear my Green Beret, Rush ‘n’ Attack you say?
The Last of Us that day!
Turrican rapping with a Ken hurricane arse smacking,
Hundred hand slapping as I’m dodging all the booby trapping,
Energy sapping, no 1UPs around,
Stick me in the charging dock and shut down.
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Probably the greatest video game hip hop crossover ever... probably... it'll sit here on Soundcloud for now until the release of my album Midlife Nicest which will be available on all streaming and download sites very soon. You'll be able to buy or stream the original, the instrumental and the acapella as well as an outrageous Gamer Remix... follow for more.

Massive shout to the dedication of @mlho7 who meticulously pieced this and the Gamer Remix together.

1UP
Lyrics written and performed by Rosko
Produced by @mlho7

He was so old skool he was playing Operation.
Spectrum Sinclair, never seen a Playstation.
Tunes rocks his boombox, old cassette tapes
He 'cuts shapes' and hates fakes, breaks with his mates
He was Mr Old Skool and they loved him to death
The beat boxing, body popping never stopping for breath -
Shouting “def” on the wheels of steel with gold chains
The Adidas tracksuit and the old skool name.
He gets down like a soldier taking cover from the skies - 
Pieces on walls and shooting billy balls 'til his demise
Dark glasses round his eyes as he spies for wise guys
Always finds the truth and never settles for lies
He's a bounty hunter cruising round in Face's Corvette -
He's bumping "How’s Life in London" on his stereo set
If you see him give him five, respect he's no fool
Cos you gotta show him love - he's Mr Old Skool.	


MP3? No, the man likes it plastic,
Give him two decks kid this boy’s fantastic,
I know it sounds drastic, I’ve seen his CV
He’s busted freestyles up on YO MTV!
“3 times 16 that’s how’s it’s done son,
A little scratch chorus and then send it off to Lon-don”
That’s how you do it kid now go and get your hair done
Bag yourself a sampler, pair of decks and that’s the deal done
Mr Old Skool, yes he reigns supreme
Candle-lit vigils over EPMD
If I was back battlin’ freestylee
There’s only one man I’d want next to me
Mr Old Skool

He likes his boombap, likes to see your hands clap,
Rejects trap, raps that’ll make your feet tap,
Fatcaps and baseball caps - minding the gaps
Laughing at your raps about popping your gun caps
V dub badges swinging down to his knees 
And you’ll find him at the park lounging under the trees
In the breeze, zoning out among the birds and the bees
Pulling out a Polaroid for his selfies,
He emcees to please,  slams his sessions like Nique
He’s a freak when he grabs the mic and interest’s pique
A unique antique with elite technique
And no I’m not talking about Rosko Peek,
Oh no, the future’s bleak like a mountain peak,
But it could be sweet if you hear the geek speak.
Mr Old Skool’s sleek, and he doesn’t pretend,
He’ll be grinning like he’s winning from beginning to end
Mr Old Skool

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Mr Old Skool is here on Soundcloud for now until the release of my album Midlife Nicest which will be available on all streaming and download sites very soon.... follow for more.

Mr Old Skool
Lyrics written and performed by Rosko
Produced by @mlho7
Co-produced by Rosko
Cuts by DJ Aerist https://soundcloud.com/ben-williams-139470920

Mr Old Skool

Final version here on Soundcloud first, but full release on all digital platforms on its way (Spotify link in bio)..:

I wake up, I see the sun and then I walk around the planet - 
Run my fingers through cold seas, the breeze, over granite 
It remains. Every day it maintains;
Heals pains, tides change, great plains and rains.
This muddy child has found his smile out exiled
Rocks climbed, animal kind and mud piled 
But all the wild childs climbing down from the trees
Take their focus from the cities, losing touch with the breeze
What you breathe, what you touch, what you see, what you feel
Earth is God, and nothing else is real
Rays of the Sun. mad sounds of the night
With birds’ flight everything feels just right
No end in sight, it’s all infinite, right? 
You got it, that’s right, here forever, goodnight…
Then the World turned. The World turned, the World turned.
Then a whole life appreciating turned to concern

Rewild…

Two thirds of wildlife gone, done and dusted,
In just 40 years, it proves that no one can be trusted, 
It hurts my ears but what we do is sink beers,
And fake tears and throw up sports cheers
It’s gone crazy, half concrete half amazing
But it’s easy being lazy, as the fumes inflate your baby 
But mate, maybe, we’ve been stitching this old lady – we’re threats;
Too late for regrets…
I walk through trees. I hear the water;
But from the distance, the smell of slaughter,
I teach my daughter, I hold my wife,
Beyond control is the suffering of life
Amidst the masses, not one holds the knife
I’m sorry people, there is no afterlife -
Oil slick generation, 100 years from now we’ll look back in disgust
This century’s bust.

Rewild.. let it grow; let it all go,
Let the Sun shine, let the sun show, clouds snow
Rewild.. heal the cracks, stop it in its tracks
Stop the attack and bring it all back

Like a mob beating down an innocent citizen who listens to everything 
With a smile, he gets hit and he gets hit again
It happened in the blink of an eye, a darkening sky,
We’re all left here wondering why
And blundering by, trained to consume,
Inhaling fumes, believing right wing views,
Farmland dominates, Palm oil devastates
Big game hunters gurning on the back of elephants -
I look to the stars, I contemplate a fresh start
But nothing compares, I ruminate with heavy heart
Consecrate then blow apart, the mankind hypocrites, 
Then we have the nerve to say we’re better than the primates
It’s fine mate, you can ease right back,
You’ve faith that all the others get this planet on track
While we’ve all got our feet up saying dammit that’s wack,
To an Attenborough horror show and slamming soundtrack.

Rewild
Lyrics written and performed by Rosko featuring @cosmichuru
Beat produced by @mlho7

Rewild (ft Huru)

As I wait for Rewild's official release across all platforms, just thought I'd have a play with one of my favourite hooks of all time, MC Solaar's La Belle et Le Bad Boy instrumental. If you haven't heard the original go check it out!

Rewild (La Belle Remix)

A hard hitting boom bap remix of Mob Mentality, a track opining about the polarisation of people in the western world and the bleak self-partitioning into separate camps that people have taken to through identity politics and hunkering down on their own ingrained ideologies. This is the Mutiny Mix, so called because it's not fashionable to have a go at both Right and Left 'wings' and if you hear something that annoys you in the track, ask yourself why... Featuring my man @ben-williams-139470920 on the cuts.

Mob Mentality (Mutiny Mix)

With the release of the latest Gang Starr album I couldn't resist having a play with Premier's incredible break for Family & Loyalty and made this I Will remix.

I Will (Diamonds Remix)

On all digital platforms on 18th January.

Originally made 20 yrs ago, here's a 2020 remix created by @es-ce and cuts by @ben-williams-139470920 . Original is here: https://open.spotify.com/album/4OhVBftNGzOaj19JV22hb9

Special thanks to @mimizu :) Check out Weedcraft: https://store.steampowered.com/app/622720/Weedcraft_Inc/

Lyrics:

There’s a warlord ready to flex the mic chord and challenge us,
The world is crawling with these sales obsessive scavengers -
to anger us this Scaramanga gang banger needs to halt,
The British Embassy will start the assault as a result.
He’s making riches, with limousines and silly 'bitches',
Slinging fans in ditches, least the propagated kids is
Which is the reason for panic because the disease is frantically -
Overtaking, the world with faking.
To London City for the briefing, the mission’s planned,
In comes Bond, whilst Moneypenny’s taking short hand,
Hat stand nailed, M’s plan unfurled,
We grabbed Q’s gear and now we’re ready to take on the world
Private jet, sipping booze, as we cruise to the States,
No debates, we’ll be taking out the cheap skates
So now we got the information, we're stationed in the state of New York
As we talk, discussing transportation.
Got confirmation that we got the Esprit,
I’m saying that’s fine with me and James Bond tends to agree
We crossed The Pond we’re set, now me and Bond have met,
The Double O got foe to kick their arses with this rondelet

Our scout patrol informed us that they’ve got control of the world’s media,
They’re getting greedier, it’s time to rock and roll;
They’ve got their next hit aimed at the chart, so after dark
We’ll take action, test on their reactions then we’ll disembark.
Satisfaction guaranteed for M, see?
Resolution underway, we’re making headway in the coupe
To the grimmest of HQs, to make tomorrow’s news,
Bond has got his foot down cos there’s no time to lose.
The gold-plated gates are congregated so we navigate the boundary
Now Bond’s astounding me he starts to fumigate
The area to clear of all the vermin. Time to determine
Now they’re larier, so now we’re spreading like malaria
Meet at the studio so we can take out the leader of the clansmen
Bond’s more content on sipping on their Moet & Chandon Champagne,
Then the lyrics start to rain; but these lazy lyrical bullets are sounding too mundane.

Now Bond’s a winner, but he looks like a beginner,
Cos instead of fighting bad guys, he’s asking girls to dinner.
But here comes the biggest sinner, dressed like he’s the dog’s dinner
Thinking he’s a geezer but a little dimmer
He went to ground, had him flat on his back,
nicked his crown, sold his bling, graffed all over his thug life tat
We run hard cos we broke too many necks,
I had a Goodnight and Bond had Triple X.
We reach headquarters to discuss the slaughter now we’re talking
‘Bout New York and all the type of shit that we’ve been going through.
“I’ve been expecting you now take a seat, your missions not complete
The game ain't over til you get back there next week!”
Bond looks confused cos we know we took the mission well,
The target fell, it’s complete so what the hell?
M leans in, look you gotta get back, cause we’re not on track
Until you’ve taken out Trap

For Your Ears Only (Weedcraft Mix)| Rosko, ES.CE & DJ Aerist

Rewild (Sunrise Mix). Out on all digital platforms on 18th Jan.. 

I wake up, I see the sun and then I walk around the planet -
Run my fingers through cold seas, the breeze, over granite
It remains. Every day it maintains;
Heals pains, tides change, great plains and rains.
This muddy child has found his smile out exiled
Rocks climbed, animal kind and mud piled
But all the wild childs climbing down from the trees
Take their focus from the cities, losing touch with the breeze
What you breathe, what you touch, what you see, what you feel
Earth is God, and nothing else is real
Rays of the Sun. mad sounds of the night
With birds’ flight everything feels just right
No end in sight, it’s all infinite, right?
You got it, that’s right, here forever, goodnight…
Then the World turned. The World turned, the World turned.
Then a whole life appreciating turned to concern

Rewild…

Two thirds of wildlife gone, done and dusted,
In just 40 years, it proves that no one can be trusted,
It hurts my ears but what we do is sink beers,
And fake tears and throw up sports cheers
It’s gone crazy, half concrete half amazing
But it’s easy being lazy, as the fumes inflate your baby
But mate, maybe, we’ve been stitching this old lady – we’re threats;
Too late for regrets…
I walk through trees. I hear the water;
But from the distance, the smell of slaughter,
I teach my daughter, I hold my wife,
Beyond control is the suffering of life
Amidst the masses, not one holds the knife
I’m sorry people, there is no afterlife -
Oil slick generation, 100 years from now we’ll look back in disgust
This century’s bust.

Rewild.. let it grow; let it all go,
Let the Sun shine, let the sun show, clouds snow
Rewild.. heal the cracks, stop it in its tracks
Stop the attack and bring it all back

Like a mob beating down an innocent citizen who listens to everything
With a smile, he gets hit and he gets hit again
It happened in the blink of an eye, a darkening sky,
We’re all left here wondering why
And blundering by, trained to consume,
Inhaling fumes, believing right wing views,
Farmland dominates, Palm oil devastates
Big game hunters gurning on the back of elephants -
I look to the stars, I contemplate a fresh start
But nothing compares, I ruminate with heavy heart
Consecrate then blow apart, the mankind hypocrites,
Then we have the nerve to say we’re better than the primates
It’s fine mate, you can ease right back,
You’ve faith that all the others get this planet on track
While we’ve all got our feet up saying dammit that’s wack,
To an Attenborough horror show and slamming soundtrack.

Rewild
Lyrics written and performed by Rosko featuring @cosmichuru
Beat produced by @kwelar

Rewild ft HURU (Sunrise Mix)

Midlife Nicest will be out 2019/20...
https://soundcloud.com/roskolewis/sets/midlife-nicest

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