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Lyrics 

(Hook) 
While you’re snoozing, i’m writing rhymes 
& I’ve been patient, just tryna bide my time 
See I’m improving, almost line by line 
So Wakey wakey MOTHER FUCKERS 
Rise & shine..... 
'Caus I’m ALL OF THAT 
Got swagger and ALL OF THAT 
Energy, Cadence ALL OF THAT 
Done with the frauds BORED OF THAT 
Character, Presence ALL OF THAT 
Content, hype, got ALL OF THAT 
Style, Delivery ALL OF THAT 
You test me? I'm appalled at that 

(Verse) 
Hardcore, artillery Language 
So you better mind yours 
What u fight for? When ya times called, 
Will you die for the diamond rings that ya brandish? 
F.U get too outlandish 
Some fools don’t understand it 
You'll either see the reasons 
Or you’re one of the peeps were mad with 
Trust me you’ll see the madness 
Yeah yeah, were far from average 
The Team is deep… Atlantis 
Hater written across the man tits 
That’s standard, but what’s its all about? 
High standards, frauds we call em out 
Never been a sheep. its like people are asleep 
And im a wake em up even if I have ball & shout 

(Hook) 

(Verse) 
No need to boast 
By design I pen bars that are larger than most 
While ya front like you're palming the toast 
I beast hard, leave a beat scarred then im ghost 
Mic’s I roast 
Hit heavy til ya start to see stars, I get dosed 
Call Tanks or Armoured cars 
No army can harm me, when I’m armed with the flows 
My potentials starting to show 
Won’t chart but I bet I get a market exposed 
When I harness the energy, aim at the majors 
& laugh as my target explodes. 
I Follow the art as it grows 
Got A&R’s shook yet I’m marked for the pro’s 
'Cause Im raw & my bars are verbose 
They don’t see that the thorns form part of the rose 
Pure dark with quotes, war path for the foes 
Talk hard on the roads, get parred for the jokes 
No Armani or Prada for clothes 
Nah, not me im all heart but I’m broke 
I learnt skills like masters of old 
Arcane craftsmen who carved marble & gold 
No champaign, just lager & dro 
Bogarting the smoke til its charred to the roach 

(Hook) 

(Verse) 
I dare you try to hate on this 
If there’s rules to the game, then there made for breaking 
That's why nobody wants to take on Stig 
I couldn’t give a fuck what the majors are rating 
Im on the grind like skater kids 
Don’t get in the way of the change im making 
Most people don’t pay for shit 
That’s why broke and im paper chasing 
Not a pop tart, 
Not one bar of the verse is meant for mass consumption, 
When im on a mic on stage in a rave 
Make sure you keep the masters bumping. 
I'm not trying to save the world 
I wanna see you wankers jumping, 
Just cos im on it with that wild out shit 
Don’t think for a second I don’t stand for something 
Im dhali with a mic and a brew 
In a party getting it hyper than you. 
Bars, im known for reciting a few 
But im unlikely to do what you’d like me to do. 
Im one of them fuck you types, 
There aint a rapper on the planet you liken me to. 
None of them dude, not one of them fools 
Come close the hight's when im writing a tune 
Time to tighten screws 
Ya not ready for level that im taking to 
T.E.A.M H.A.T.E 
Look at what the fakers making me do. 
Baseline bully boy, shaking the room 
I don’t care if ya making the loot 
Im a beast, ya better start facing the truth 
In the club getting raggo, just blazing a zoot like 
Yeeeeeeeeeeahhh… that’s that’s shit 
Pass that shit 
Better wrap that spliff 
Puff pass Let me Ash that piff. 
MASHED, that’s how the fat lad lives 
BRASS, your innit for the cash that’s it 
GASSED, act like ya clap that fifth 
If a man chats shit, i'll a slap that bitch 
Cos I’m bored of the… lies 
Stories like lord of the… flies 
It’s a joke like morcam &… wise 
But I’m not laughing at it 
I got em all caught by surprise 
Their eyes sight stopped short of the signs 
I give listeners more for the mind 
& I’m just so damn good at it 

(Hook to outro)

credits
from Stig Of The Dubs [FREE D​/​L], released 01 January 2011 
Lyrics written & performed by Stig Of The Dump. 
Vocals recorded & mixed by Naive. 
Original beat by Sukh Knight.

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All Of That [FREE D/L]

“I shouldn’t have schmoked before sitting down to pen this nonsense, now I can’t write about myself without vomiting up some grandiloquent hyperbole, all you need to know is that I’m an ex angry booze hound, turned cynical stoner who somewhere down the line, started writing and in pursuit of work, moved to the Big Smoke. Then thanks to a bunch of unfortunate plot twists, became homeless, continued writing, became more misanthropic, continued drinking, embraced Nihilism, took to Absurdism and continued drinking until he mastered the art of talking shit. Hustled his way back into a fixed abode, found stability with handy short term financial donations from a multimillionaire-pop star he never met, kept writing, replaced the booze with weed, kept writing and gained some insight and a handful of stories to tell. People will project what they want on to an artist, it doesn’t matter who I am, I’ll keep being me to me & Stig Of The Dump will keep being me to them. It’s probably best to not over think it but that’s apparently “my problem”. On the other hand i’m good at saying dumb shit & occasionally something meaningful falls through the gaps”

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“The struggle is the art”

A decorated World & Domestic battle champion, Steven “Stig” Dixon a.k.a Stig Of The Dump is a writer who’s individualist insight, misanthropic rants, cynical musings & heavy humour have found themselves at home on the dusty, crackling, vinyl sampled break loops of Hip Hop. A wordsmith with little regard for conformity, his back catalogue reflects the story of a marginalised artist, trying to balance the fight against his demons with the desire to escape them and the gradual maturing of an outspoken & unflinching lyricist, revelling in his niche. Fro the beginning of his first release The Homeless Micrphonist EP [Beer & Rap], written & recorded in just seven consecutive days, during a 2 month long stint of sleeping in the Foreign Beggar’s studio vocal booth; Stig established himself as a brutally honest & uncompromising voice in the UK Hip Hop scene. An unrefined, unfiltered classic, reflecting the anger & ever shifting temperament of a bitter, homeless drunk it received instant fan support and much critical acclaim, selling out the initial run and repress and achieving cult status amongst domestic Rap collectors and along with his next release, 12″ single Braindead ft R.A.The Rugged Man, has long since sold out and currently sells for collector’s prices. Having found base, an outlet for further release and a roof over his head, Stig’s subsequent full length LP debut, Mood Swings [Lewis Recordings] further solidified his reputation as a hard hitting lyricist and in the same vein as his previous offerings, continued to express the conflict, struggle and depravity of poverty, excess & urban life. Over the next two EP’s Cannon Fodder [Lewis Recordings/F.U.Music] & Piff Rhys Jones [Lewis Recordings/F.U.Music] Stig Of The Dump found stability through touring the world, covering rent & gaining insight & with stability came, maturity & his need for rebellion became focussed & more considered, culminating in his latest full length release Kubrick.

“A remarkable album” – Tom Ravenscroft BBC 6 Music

“Railing against society from the gutter” – The Wire

“A meticulous mini-epic full of self-reflection”  **** – Mojo