Canada's own Soby featuring me on his "Black Orchid" track, produced by Ekko.

Follow Ekko & Soby https://soundcloud.com/the-occidents and https://soundcloud.com/theonlysoby

Soby ft. Sutherland - Black Orchid (Prod. by Ekko)

Some fresh bars.

"Seems other people don't care until I've made it
or I'm sharing out my payments; 
but I'm not a stepping stone so I'm tearing out the pavements.
Pave my way to greatness, I've been saying it for ages,
I'm not aiming to be nameless; I display it in my cadence.
So first of all, you fuck with me? Then say it openly;
I hope to see no fraudulence from those I'm rating locally.
Hating the typa rapper stating I got amazing poetry,
but turning behind my back to only say they say it jokingly.
Friends always out to hurt your plans,
so now occurrences from past are why the purples passing glands.
Engraved to never last like our circles in the sand,
these serpents slither through the cracks just in search of an attack.
I used to - have dreams of ending up inside the Bada Bing,
gold & silver round my wrists so big they look like Saturn's rings.
The story of a man from a fragile little thing,
tryna do whatever he can to become Newcastle's King.

I don't need any-more hate on me,
I don't need any lies that you say to me.
I wanna know what you think blatantly,
cos all these snakes to me ain't plain to see. (x2)

Here I go again delving into tragedy,
got my red Rizla's n' my twelve gram of Amberleaf.
Looking at the memories & melting in the mantelpiece,
the photos of my Niece n' my Nephews are yelling back at me.
I don't care if you're making any money;
I'd prefer to sit naked looking bummy with a bacon butty.
Overly gully, I'll be baking with a honey
funny saying I'm a junkie when I'm just tasting my zuggy.
N' in this game, trust I'm paying my dues mate,
delivery is always on point since I was birthed on my due-date.
I care about the hustle not the money the views make,
n' doubters can suck dick so it's fucking what you say.
I'ma beast of the North never ceasing to speak on the flow,
n' the reasons that I've wrote seem inconceivable to most.
I'm seizing the throne whether people agreeing or no,
n' I could only be stopped if I was meeting my clone."

Plain To See

Collab with the homie https://soundcloud.com/hjjallday - free download. Produced by Dahm https://soundcloud.com/dahm-the-rapper

Here's The Situation Ft. HJJ (Prod. By Dahm)

Newest collab with the homie 90BRO from New North East, and Naughty40 from Gang:Greenz. Newcastle & Sunderland representing. Drop a like and SHARE!

Where I Came From Ft. 90BRO & Naughty40

Haven't released anything in a while due to technical issues. But regardless, here's a quick track mixed with one side of the headphones working. Lyrics -


"Some days I wanna soar; 
just get away from it all.
But even on a plane to a place far away
I can't erase what I've saw.
It's made me the man that I am today,
the reason behind all the grams I blaze.
You think I sit around with a frown
cos I can't write now & don't sleep til a stanzas made?
Well that would be accurate,
flow til I'm dead n' I'll raise-up like Lazarus.
Long as I lived through my words as a maverick,
no-one can stand next to Suther & challenge him.
Penning til my head hurts;
so my next verse is worth more than your overall net worth.
But my next bird is on my mind before me & my new have had sex first.
I'm a loser, ex-boozer; a current baccy abuser,
I'm Lucifer, I'm losing her & don't care long as I'm screwing her.
The buzz got me on a mad-one;
from an outer-perspective; a sad cunt.
Guess this is what happens when Dad's gone,
but this isn't what my Mam wants.
HOOK;
I'm high;
gliding with my wings, I'll fly.
No birds sing me lullabys.
I'm a lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely baby.
Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely baby."

High

25/10/93... A dickhead was born.

Lyrics - 

I've lived Ivins Rosier's sentence, 
death's ending ever pending but the air's present.
It's a gift that I breathe;
lost family & friends this year, I still grieve,
work a shift to burn a spliff, lyrics to fulfil a dream.
I'm just hoping all these lines'll connect;
when I spit you hear my conscience trapped inside of your head.
You wanna rhyme with the best? You best be rhyming your best,
wanna go viral for cheques or are you rhyming for respect?
Flashbacks to the past to the time you picked a pen,
them times you got inspired & wanted to spit again.
You'd do anything for lines like sniffing the ket,
living addicted to the rush of having hits in your head.
Wearing hand-me-downs, now it's baggy & proud;
once a bag full of books now it's baggies of loud.
Back when Uncle was alive & my Daddy was around,
now the plans to get what's left of my family out.

This is it, I want out;
this usually part of the movie where the star has got nowt.
Like I've said, my city's broke;
we need a whole lot'a this passion & a little bit of hope.
It's like the endz are telling tales,
I'm tired of 'tramps' sitting in streets where the kids are getting scales.
Providing for ourselves, lack of love does that;
so before I leave my hood I take a good look back.

So far it's been a struggle jotting my EP,
trying to find my feet like trodding on an IED.
Used to dream upon the day they're stocking my CD's;
lyric pads like the blankness clogging my CV.
Once a sweet kid; seems I've grown into a bitter man,
it ain't about the bars anymore, it's about Twitter fans.
Hold the torch; sacrificing life for a bigger plan,
they're gassing-up someone I would body like the Wicker Man.
Trying to write into the night, it got my eyes strained,
all I see's a white page like a migraine.
Life's a game I can't save so why play?
If it ain't food for thought, it's not in my taste.
Living fast as the traffic lights are emerging,
sat up nights inhaling herb in; I'm just trying to find my purpose,
never sacrificing urges, it's my demise that I'm earning,
turning into the person that crafted life in her cervix, I want out.

This is it, I want out;
this usually part of the movie where the star has got nowt.
Like I've said, my city's broke;
we need a whole lot'a this passion & a little bit of hope.
It's like the endz are telling tales,
I'm tired of 'tramps' sitting in streets where the kids are getting scales.
Providing for ourselves, lack of love does that;
so before I leave my hood I take a good look back.

I Want Out

Collab we've all been sitting on for a minute now. Some deep vibes for you all. Give it a repost, like etc.

https://soundcloud.com/jamie-aaron-lister
https://soundcloud.com/shaun-judgefudge-crosby
https://soundcloud.com/corey-tuckage-bell
https://soundcloud.com/ukrexregis

No Lives Matter ft. Tuckage, Listaa, 6sick6 & Rex Regis

The Movement

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Egc3Z16qA4Q

Follow & support Reali-T https://soundcloud.com/realrealit

Recorded, mixed & mastered in The Garage Studios. On the subject of writers block & the struggles that come with it. Please drop a like, comment with your thoughts & a share to help support us both if you enjoyed the track.

Reali-T - "That Block" ft. Sutherland (MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

So what's your life worth? Mine isn't 50 cent,
I grew up in the smog within the city stench.
In shifty ends living where the whiskey mends,
tipsy lens vision had us not knowing what guilty meant.
Don't prey to prophets but we're always trying to make some,
nothing after death, we're gonna take it to the grave son.
Looking at the youth & they're aggressive off the caine buzz,
nothing ever changes out the windows of this same bus.
Is this a fast life or just a slow death?
And what's black & white - when we're all flesh?
Heart encrusted in cracked ice we're til old men,
cos since young men we were waking up in a cold sweat.
Misery loves company but I'm happy alone;
who wants to hang around the apathy prone?
While the one percenters rest upon her Majesty's throne,
we gotta graft to see her features on a stack of these notes.

01 to the 91; I never had a choice,
I represent for everyone that never had a voice.
Bless all the addicts, those depressed & unemployed,
I can't rest til this oppression is eventually destroyed (x2)

Always chasing dreams - but evading sleep;
my pen strokes used to be a shade of me but now I paint the scene.
While others are boasting & bragging about 8th's of weed,
I'm proud of what I spit; not long ago I was ashamed to speak.
So many thoughts I'm hoping I can erase;
throwing caution to the wind that's blowing back in my face.
Patrolling flats in estates, approach the blackest of days,
in a race for the cheese, controlled rats in a maze.
These - cold winters with my nebulous breath,
scrutinising smoke rising to the Heavens ahead.
With polaroids of the memories I've kept in my head
collecting dust in my eyes from a negligent rest.
So - if you don't move with is you don't know what my movement is,
those assuming I'm doing this music for fame is humorous.
Words are weapons; I'd prefer to not use a fist,
maybe when I'm dead they'll all admit just who the truest is.

01 to the 91; never had a choice,
represent for everyone that never had a voice.
Bless all the addicts, those depressed & unemployed,
I can't rest til this oppression is eventually destroyed (x2)

0191

Wrote/recorded/mixed & mastered in day. Something quick. I ain't got no one to please...

Heard my girl wanna talk - now I got a bit of dough,
said her parents love me, they just wanna know me a little bit more.
So I look to the window,
it's open; I gotta get rid of this phone (Whooooosh!).
Out to the floor, let it go; smash down like my drink on the floor.
I be moving unpredictable,
cuban cigar underwater in swimming pools.
They say the dead can not walk, well I'm living proof,
panda patches under eyes; only out when I'm in the moon.
Sleep is a myth, it don't even exist;
and the reason I think this is evil within.
It's a demon I bring; out & about but I'm dealing with it.
Putting my head on a pillow & dreaming of sleep
but I can't cos it's speaking to me.
At the point now where I'm wondering if it's me 
in my own head or a demon in me.

I don't give a damn, 
you was never even there bitch.
I just stick to plans
and I'm never watching their shit.
No0o00oo
You was never even there when I needed you.

I'ma young vet who gets love when
I drop tracks cos I write until the sun sets.
Scribble with a ink that's blood-red,
you really wanna come & get it? Get spun next.
I've got - white skin but my lungs got melanin,
not dressed in skin-tight looking feminine.
Might swing when I'm running on adrenaline,
big mouth; dropping shit above like a pelican.
I do not give a damn about a sensitive bitch
trying to question my penmanship.
Say what I want, when I want, where I want;
you gotta know me to know what my intention is.
I ain't got no-one to please;
this is only for me - since there was holes in my jeans.
And now that they know I got cream,
all of a sudden they wanna  be rolling with me, please...

Never Even There

If you don't understand satire, it's probably best you avoid this one. Big ups https://soundcloud.com/sykobeats for the beat.

Diary Of A Local Rapper (Prod. SykoBeats)

Shouts out to all my insomniacs. Large up https://soundcloud.com/towerbeatzoff on the production.

LYRICS:

Another vivid daydream where I could get to sleep,
awakened in a nightmare; when will I get to rest in peace?
Hallucinations from paralysis preventing me;
my hearts almost exploding as I attempt to breathe.
Chest pumping, my head is thumping, I'm sweating bullets,
vessel numbing but senses flood in as I prepare for nothing.
Totally helpless to this omen; swear I felt it touching?
Do I dare open my eyes & attempt at looking?
Maybe God's preparing me for my death?
Maybe it's a sign when I'm stuck to believe in my strength.
Teaching us to never freeze when we're perceiving a threat,
or maybe I'm just needing help but cannot speak it direct?
It's commonplace - man this happens all of the time,
hoping this time I see no demons but the holy divine.
Flicker my lids; dark shadows with a moment of light,
just when I think I'm approaching demise I open my eyes.

It's sleep paralysis -
why am I even having this?
Head to the doctor cos it's needing some analysis.
Scared of sleep but deprivation seems the catalyst;
yeah - do you suffer sleep paralysis?
Why am I even having this?
Head to the doctor cos it's needing some analysis.
Scared of sleep but deprivation seems the catalyst;
yeah - do you suffer sleep paralysis?

Think I need to sleep, I don't know if I'm awake;
don't even know what's real, I don't even know what's fake.

Made my bed from all the sleepless nights,
a real rest's a bigger dream than global equal rights.
As I wake up from this coma it's not even light,
I creep the night & read or write then leave to get my P's in time.
I'm needing peace of mind; so I'll sleep when I'm dead,
dark circles, deeper lines than the sixteen's in my head.
N' with these problems I seem inclined to be keeping suppressed
I think I'm doing more damage not getting these demons off my chest.
Bipolar sleeping pattern, intoxicated with green I'm wrapping,
smoking seems to increase the panic with complications from breathing rapid.
But it seems I need that plant, it's not possible sleeping without it,
all this insomnia partly responsible for my recent scowling.
I know in life you need it, I just hope tonight
prescriptions docs proposing might just kill me off before this smoking might.
Can't go a night without the spirits so it's no surprise,
I see a blurry version of them when I close my eyes, it's sleep paralysis...

It's sleep paralysis -
why am I even having this?
Head to the doctor cos it's needing some analysis.
Scared of sleep but deprivation seems the catalyst;
yeah - do you suffer sleep paralysis?
Why am I even having this?
Head to the doctor cos it's needing some analysis.
Scared of sleep but deprivation seems the catalyst;
yeah - do you suffer sleep paralysis?

Think I need to sleep, I don't know if I'm awake;
don't even know what's real, I don't even know what's fake.

Paralysis (Prod. TowerBeatz)

Give this a repost will you pet? Yeah? Tar love x

LYRICS:

Didn't come from shit - but saw a shitload,
sniff sold in the alley on a brick road.
Role models all following a strict code,
let your lips go then you're colder than the Winter snow.
Red scleras under steam-punks;
she got them blunts looking like tree trunks.
Turn to cheap cider when the weed's done,
become a street fighter then the police come.
Shed another tear drop in an ocean,
her boyfriend's only desires beneath her clothing.
Always wondering the reason why he's snorting,
he beat her many times so she's needing an abortion.
But fuck that - she was contemplating all night,
no electric; coat hanger in the low light.
Then she saw a baggy, it was so bright;
the moment she became Snow White.
 
Baby boy in a kid's womb,
domestic abuse she'd have to live through.
Only sixteen with a kid soon,
but she just picked up a habit she can't live through. (x2)
Don't need - don't need,
don't think you're needing me anymore.
But I'll be here - here, I'll be here,
she's sniffing, sniffing, sniffing snow white.
 
Crack & caine, she'll never act the same,
sweating acid rain; he said it mask the pain.
Procrastinating with a bag of grade A,
won't pass away, the months past the eighth.
Now the baby punching like Cassius Clay,
trying to get out but Dad's having his way.
And if she said no - another hand would get raised,
craving happiness again but that was back in the days.
Gotta get away, can't live with a man
who's fists handle business when he's pissed of the cans.
In that last month she was thinking of plans,
saving for a train & a lift in a cab.
In the back of the seat she was bridging the gap,
scared of being upfront having to sit with a man.
In her old house she flinched at her Dad,
shaking like her baby born addicted to crack.
 
Baby born out a kid's womb,
his Mum's decisions are what he lives through.
Sure enough he won't be a kid soon,
hoping he doesn't pick up a habit he can't live through. (x2)
Don't need - don't need,
don't think you're needing me anymore.
But I'll be here - here, I'll be here,
she's sniffing, sniffing, sniffing snow white.

Snow White (Prod. Syndrome)

New one produced by https://soundcloud.com/iinfynite. Wrote this in about an hour because I couldn't sleep & was bored. Give it a repost if you're a real independent man who don't need no vagina.

LYRICS:

I'd take a bullet for my Sister, bullet for my Brother.
Bullet for my Stepdad & bullet for my Mother.
Cloaking my Niece & my Nephews to keep 'em covered,
shoot a bullet to the head of my Father for when we suffered.
Living in the lion's den; young with the eyes of men,
I defy another to get in my shoes then try to step.
Seven days a week it seems I'm boxing with God,
always raising my arms to block the shots.
More hardships to sail but the promised land is not a mirage;
the anchor bears weight but the chains starting to part.
So I'll keep pushing for my fam & my friends;
visions of the future; fill their bank in the end.
Unaware where to begin so I'm back in the ends,
I'll feed you all before myself until my salary's spent.

Cos if I say I'm loyal then I mean it;
when you said you were loyal it didn't mean shit.
If it's coming out my mouth then it's real shit,
if you wear your heart on your sleeve then you can feel this.
Cos if I say I'm loyal then I mean it;
wear your heart on your sleeve for you to feel this.

Flocks of pigeon-brained tits are always mocking birds,
pseudoscientific misogyny's all that they can converse.
Supposed poets spouting ignorant words -
tryna put us on the map when I'm in a different World.
So I'm loving the rap I'm doing;
I'm running on Pac influence.
It's Sutherland that's the truest,
they're wondering how he do it?
Just putting my back into it,
they're fussing about what's useless.
I'm fucking round with the music,
until I've founded a movement.

Cos if I say I'm loyal then I mean it;
when you said you were loyal it didn't mean shit.
If it's coming out my mouth then it's real shit,
if you wear your heart on your sleeve then you can feel this.
Cos if I say I'm loyal then I mean it;
wear your heart on your sleeve & you can feel this.
If it's coming out my mouth then it's real shit,
when you said you were loyal it didn't mean shit.

So what's a friend to me? Potential enemies;
what everyone I ever meet is evidently set to be.
Seems that everybody got this type of trait
where they try to stab me in the back but can't find a space.
Never trusting got me hopelessly sick,
so I keep my circle small like the pores on me skin.
Lost more friends than writtens that I've thrown in the bin,
but I can never let it phase me cos I'm focussed to win.
Saline to silicone for loads repping the Tyne;
you're grabbing onto what's fake & you're letting them ride.
But is it just delusions of a generous mind
believing in comparison to me no levels align?
So you better align;
cos I get better with time.
Don't wanna be the best in the Tyne,
I only want what's best for the Tyne.

Cos if I say I'm loyal then I mean it;
when you said you were loyal it didn't mean shit.
If it's coming out my mouth then it's real shit,
if you wear your heart on your sleeve then you can feel this.
Cos if I say I'm loyal then I mean it;
wear your heart on your sleeve & you can feel this.
If it's coming out my mouth then it's real shit,
when you said you were loyal it didn't mean shit.

Moody

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PNvTI3JzKiE - Check the music video for full effect. Or don't. It's up to you really. Your choice buddy. I don't mind bro. All good fam.

Iconoclastic (MUSIC VIDEO IN DESCRIPTION)

Wrote this last night after writer's block that lasted 2 months. Don't expect anything too intricate as it was wrote, recorded, mixed & mastered in 6 hours.

Lyrics - 

Sometimes I gotta get away - haven't wrote in a minute,
I been dealing with the stresses of life that go with it, I've been -
just going with the motions;
been zoning in & out of reality with the potent.
Lost my job, now I'm sitting on my ones with a pittance of the profit I was given;
this isn't how it's meant to be, allegedly my efforts in work were my own enemy.

So I tried to send a message;
it sent, it isn't pending, you just opened it & read it.
I thought that you would get it,
you've been known to do some venting, I just thought that you'd accept it
when I call on you for friendship.
Guess blood isn't as thick as it seems,
guess my family were figments that were living in dreams.
Facing tragedy I have to be the comfort to myself,
because nobody wants to talk when I'm the one who's wanting help.

I gotta get away - haven't wrote in a minute,
I been dealing with the stresses of life that go with it, I've been -
just going with the motions;
been zoning in & out of reality with the potent.
Lost my job, now I'm sitting on my ones with a pittance of the profit I was given;
this isn't how it's meant to be, allegedly my efforts in work were my own enemy.

So now I'm smoking with the shallowest breath;
seemingly floating through the valley of the shadow of death.
Still hoping my finale's not a cancerous mess
as I see the ghost of my Granny inside the back of my head.
Work ethic from my Mother, fuck a benefit slum;
if there's a job that's getting income I'm getting it done.
When breaking bread with my Brothers, I would settle for crumbs
sacrifice a lavish life to live dishevelled in slums.
If you're not a day one then you ain't getting a crumb,
cos when they think that they can gain from you, the messages come.
That's why I don't respond to anyone except maybe one,
and if that one doesn't want to I'll be left on my ones.

I gotta get away - haven't wrote in a minute,
I been dealing with the stresses of life that go with it, I've been -
just going with the motions;
been zoning in & out of reality with the potent.
Lost my job, now I'm sitting on my ones with a pittance of the profit I was given;
this isn't how it's meant to be, allegedly my efforts in work were my own enemy.

Sutherland - Get Away (Mobb Deep remix)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PsfcUZBMSSg

Where Did You Sleep Last Night (Cover)

Recorded at the Garage Studios in South Shields on 12/04/18. Mixed & mastered by Kyle Martin.

Lyrics:

The woes of a protagonist in city streets,
grey structures exclusively packing philistines.
Just because I'm not a rapper queuing to announce
how I've got this active plan to turn this Q into an ounce.
They're so pretentious - diarrhoea from their two lips,
is it cos they lick it off or spit it to get views quick?
And you can get to stepping if the shoe fits -
spitting black culture while obsessing over new whips.
I stand composed as they stand before us so braggadocious;
Instagram'ing attractive poses while having doses.
Kissing death with your halitosis, I cannot support it;
Orwell to mass hypnosis composing this magnum opus.
Cold as the homeless sleeping in snow;
an elite with the flow, incapable of reaching a plateau.
And the deeper I go I seem to be receiving support,
but there's still some people that want me to not be breathing at all.

So I don't care they're undermining my ability,
pandering to mankind's paradigm of masculinity.
Went through Madness in order to find the trinity,
it Just B the Reali-T; writing history.
Don't care they're undermining my ability,
pandering to mankind's paradigm of masculinity.
Went through Madness in order to find the trinity,
it Just B the Reali-T; writing history.

Selling the vision of self-sufficiency,
while they're selling division; I sense the misery.
And if you died today would you be left with any dignity?
Read my words to see I never said it cryptically.
Tryna under-promise but over-deliver,
always come with something honest to show that I differ.
While they're struggling with politics over a river
I just wanna build a bridge of culture to part with the bitter.
Examine screens of the TV to re-enact the scenes
as plasticine gangsters roll in hoods just like Assassin's Creed.
We see the casualities and act like it's a tragedy,
then plant the seeds in our seed to pass on the brutalities.
But I'm just a Pac in a Suge's body,
I should probably stop rapping and pack-in this dumb hobby.
It's like being back at school; all the answers you took from me,
but the knowledge I possess is just something you couldn't copy.

I don't care they're undermining our ability,
pandering to mankind's paradigm of masculinity.
Went through Madness in order to find the trinity,
it Just B the Reali-T; writing history.
Don't care they're undermining our ability,
they're pandering to mankind's paradigm of masculinity.
Went through Madness in order to find the trinity,
it Just B the Reali-T; writing history.

Magnum Opus

Produced by my brother https://soundcloud.com/lipsmokeruk

Misanthrope (Prod. Lipsmoker)

Quick one I wrote in a rush the night before studio (as always cos I'm a twat).

Lyrics -

Maison Margiela's Jazz Club on the jawline,
tawny port wine complexion on the broad's spine.
Finishing hitting then it's hometime,
too busy making lungs look like I've lived life in coalmines.
White Widow from the Wickr connect - delivered direct,
I get it as I sit on the bed.
Strain choice for medicinal effects,
Amber Leaf mixed in with some imminent regret.
And if the stash runs dry my mind-state's Benoit,
formulating art as an aide memoire.
Antidepressants up in a mason jar,
it got me swimming in a nebula with ancient stars.
More Cassius Clay went on the grass today
then you were stashing for ages for your flashing chain.
And when I pass away I'm gonna pack some haze
and pass on to my Son just to pass the flame.
Cos ain't a damn thing changed -

The taboo jungle getting chopped, ain't a damn thing changed.
Man I act too humble when I'm gone, ain't a damn thing changed.
If in fact you struggle get a bong, ain't a damn thing changed.
Said the taboo jungle's getting chopped, ain't a damn thing changed.
Ain't a damn thing changed (x11).

One joint & I'm jotting it,
carving pictures on-point like an obelisk.
Got problems; exposing the lot of them,
my split personalities are bipolar opposites.
I'm agnostic with a God complex,
tryna spit from the heart but haven't got one yet.
Dreams playing out like a Slipknot concept,
raining fire as I'm swerving in a drop top Lex.
Then I wake up, sweating & swinging like a mosh pit;
messing-up my crib & it's looking like a bomb hit.
Until I grab a Rizla & take another crop hit,
feeling satisfied with eyes redder than a dog's dick.
Just put another ounce in the grinder,
you're catfishing with accounts on Grindr.
With my chick, without doubt I'ma grind her;
empty account but I can count on the grind, I'ma change.

The taboo jungle getting chopped, ain't a damn thing changed.
Man I act too humble when I'm gone, ain't a damn thing changed.
If in fact you struggle get a bong, ain't a damn thing changed.
Said the taboo jungle's getting chopped, ain't a damn thing changed.
Ain't a damn thing changed (x11).

White Widow (Prod. Drxwn)

Recorded at The Garage Studios in South Shields. Mixed & mastered by Kyle Martin & produced by TKAY - https://twitter.com/tkayproducer

All my lucid dreams turn to movie scenes;
celebrations 'fore I wake up for the eulogy.
Bruising knees & burning buddha leaf upon a nudist beach
where beautiful bad & boujee bitches live for seducing me.
Immunity - from consequences of acting brutally,
communities - barbecuing rappers in their Gucci tee's.
If there's no lighter, over the flame is where the zoot'll be,
smoking grass greener than their necks under the jewellery.
On that stardawg til I'm trapanese,
no stop & search for attire by the fashion police.
No getting frisked since a kid for this plant I need,
& doing bids while pigs have my spliffs sitting on Chris Hansen's seat.
Where no padded cells perverse my view,
still printing nightmares in every verse that I do.
Then I wake up feeling lower than my bird's IQ,
so I gotta get so high I got a birds eye view.

I'm just tryna turn my life into my dreams,
can't achieve it with this mic & with the beats.
Knowing that inside me is a side you'll never see,
voices in my head'll give insight to how I see.
I'm tryna live my dreams,
I'm just tryna live my dreams.
They want my dreams to be a sight I'll never see,
voices in my head'll give insight to how I see.
And I see is hate when I'm awake so I might sleep.
I'm tryna live my dreams,
I'm just tryna live my dreams.
They want my dreams to be a sight I'll never see,
voices in my head'll give insight to how I see.
And I see is hate when I'm awake so I might sleep.

I'm just tryna make reality of every dream I've ever thought,
knowing that my name'll get love when it's set in stone.
Everyday tomorrow feels like it was years ago,
visualising this future that I will never know.
Still resenting facts that a lesser talent's where the credit goes,
if you let me flow then your headphones become a stethoscope.
Let 'em know - everytime I pick a pen I wrote
fucking live with my heart by the words just like it's Periscope.
Heard some ex-fans tryna say I suck
emcees who've never came to me for conversation judge.
In the past I was only tryna liberate us
but hate rappers like Gene Simmons; I won't Kiss & make up.
All the anger gives me potholes in my lungs just like a British road,
blocking my whole fist with a wall until I got brittle bones.
Delving in my mind to find it's confined to a civil war,
so I'm sipping more liquor til kidda has got his liver swole.

Tryna turn my life into my dreams,
can't achieve it with this mic & with the beats.
Knowing that inside me is a side you'll never see,
voices in my head'll give insight to how I see.
I'm tryna live my dreams,
I'm just tryna live my dreams.
They want my dreams to be a sight I'll never see,
voices in my head'll give insight to how I see.
And I see is hate when I'm awake so I might sleep.
I'm tryna live my dreams,
I'm just tryna live my dreams.
They want my dreams to be a sight I'll never see,
voices in my head'll give insight to how I see.
And I see is hate when I'm awake so I might sleep,
I'm just tryna live my dreams.

Lucid Dreams (Prod. TKAY)

Cover of Eminem's 'Normal' from his recent 'Kamikaze' album. Large up Antidote on the instrumental reproduction - https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCngO16cWn6pTecMbWdPekCQ

All I want is to be normal,
why the fuck can't I be normal?
Always gotta be so extra,
I'll end up ending like Chester.
Mind like a painting of Escher,
B-Rabbit back in the shelter.
Mariana Trench levels of pressure,
they're treating Kings like a jester.

All I'm wanting to do is just end this shit;
pessimist peddling poems as medicine.
Live within prejudice questioning excellence,
crediting everything from everyone that they're friendly with.
It's not about any skill or the eloquence,
it's about who can I side with for relevance?
Then they wonder why I reject my residence
and I don't show up to shows for their benefit.

All I want is to be normal,
why the fuck can't I be normal?
Always gotta be so extra,
I'll end up ending like Chester.
Mind like a painting of Escher,
B-Rabbit back in the shelter.
Mariana Trench levels of pressure,
they're treating Kings like a jester.

Nah, I don't wanna settle for less
cos I've been settled in stress.
I've gotta get off my chest
all that I've kept in my head.
I guess I'll never be addressed
as the best but I bet
that I'm better than everybody that ever disrespects.
I'm the one that they love to detest;
cos I don't herd with the sheep like the rest.
I'm the one that they were all fans of
when I was new til they knew I was so far ahead.
Yeah I hear you but I'm far from impressed,
if you brought food for thought we'd be starving to death.
All your gum flapping is hard to defend,
tryna claim you're OG & the hardest of men.
I'll just keep writing because I'm obsessed,
you'll just keep writing 'bout ongoing trends.
Fire on my page is dissolving the pen,
this is one-hour work & on par with the vets.

All I want is to be normal,
why the fuck can't I be normal?
Always gotta be so extra,
I'll end up ending like Chester.
Mind like a painting of Escher,
B-Rabbit back in the shelter.
Mariana Trench levels of pressure,
they're treating Kings like a jester.

Normal (Eminem Remix)

Good evening, it's ya boy Robert De Niro's 8th Grade School Photo here. Back with another deep concept track discussing the deforestation of the Congo & it's affects on lesbians within a 100 centimeter radius. We recorded this in an igloo on an Xbox headset, hope you like it. Not gonna lie fam, we'll be pretty disappointed if you don't. I might even do a poo, who knows? Find out next week on Dragonball Z.

1 like = 1 prayer to the Lord, Jesus Christ who died for our sins, hallelujah.

Go follow https://soundcloud.com/kofid & https://soundcloud.com/conman-curve.

Conman Curve x Kofi x Sutherland - Find My Way

Large up my brother Potentially Potent for getting on his first track ever. Show him some love, I wanna see him get the inspiration to practice more. Quick track we did together while I had him up North for a week. Solo stuff coming soon.

Sutherland ft. Potentially Potent - Air Mileage

If you don't repost it's because your Dad looks like an orangutan with an overbite.

Lyrics -

Telling stories but my version isn't fantasy;
another day recording verses with (Reali-T) reality.
Nowadays embrace the verdict of insanity,
there's warmth in avoiding the burden of regularity.
A ruffian puffing plenty smoke in the skies,
a steady dosage of lies I can barely cope with the highs.
I'm a friendly bloke in disguise so just let me open the guise,
I think you'll only SEE my WORTH when there's PENNIES OVER MY EYES.
Medicated; stomach grumbling in pain,
"On A Plain" "About A Girl" but I couldn't complain.
Love kills; put a bullet in my brain,
tryna find Nirvana but there's always Something In The Way.
I caught nee love so this Clipper gets my head buzzed,
the side burns are always even from the fresh cut.
The only thing I miss is when you had your neck stuffed
so it's no wonder that I discovered you're a head fuck.

She said she wants me to quit weed, never that.
And she's trying to give me some Jim Beam, never that.
Will she let me smoke & write sixteens? Never that.
Trying to control me but bitch please, it's never that (x2).

I'm understanding that the police have got to serve a cause,
but I'll be burning cro whenever curtains close.
And I think it depends on situation with certain laws,
so polite & white but I got brothers I would murder for.
Growing up & tossing bags into shrubbery,
going back to get the bag when they up & leave.
Never wanted to get bagged for a fucking tree,
but if I get life in prison at least I'll have some company.
Going home to cannabutter in the brûlée,
create-a Moon Rock to try & send me up into space.
I'm tryna get my bird high from this Blue Jay,
turning paranoid when I get half-baked like Two Face.
Couple hundred thin skins on the shopping list,
not a shit given as I'm beginning a coughing fit.
Herbs gave me inspiration for the song I writ,
coming from the North where alcoholics aren't anonymous.

The coppers want me to quit weed, never that.
Focus on them lads that'll sniff keys, never that.
I just wanna smoke & write sixteens, never that.
Trying to control me but pig please, it's never that (x2).

Never That

Recorded at the Garage Studios in South Shields. Mixed & mastered by Sutherland.

Lyrics -

No respect to those recycling quotes
who pander to people in power that put a price on the soul.
Started from the bottom - minus the ghosts,
hanging posters of dead idols bringing life to my walls.
A bit bitter sitting listening to hollow views,
you follow suit so why the fuck would I follow you?
Can't prove all the things you ain't got the heart to do,
I bet it's hard on you to talk shit but never follow through.
Wishing I could stop the battle with my past demons,
but have to write about them demons to enhance healing.
Wanting some success while my Mam's breathing;
hands reaching to the stars above the glass ceiling.
Can I equate to those I see when the telly's on?
Those one syllable pattern rappers acting like demigods.
Want me & Double P on stage to set it off,
with Lipsmoker hitting decks like it's Checky Watch.

Supporting all the lies, man you have to stop it;
if you fall for everything you stand for nothing.
Let my pen scribble til my hands are throbbing,
always finish what I've started, no plans of stopping (x2).

The Blue fire like Kawah Ijen;
au naturale shrubs smouldering within papaya stems.
Got some gold on my mind like a diadem,
fighting for the scraps of Queen's heads inside the lion's den.
Converting scraps into Michelin Star
and start spending dosh until my spliff's as big as cigars.
My come-up's feeling like a mission to Mars
while stepping into technicolour like the Wizard of Oz.
Wake up at the Witching hour with a gram's scent
as I hotbox the echo chamber then I grab a pen.
All the spirits in a glass spill on draft text
hands get forced to spell it out like a planchette.
I'm jotting for a couple hours then it's back to bed,
my mood dependant on emotion in a manic head.
I guess I haven't found the plan yet,
tryna leave more than indentations where my back rests.

Supporting all the lies, man you have to stop it;
if you fall for everything you stand for nothing.
Let my pen scribble til my hands are throbbing,
always finish what I've started, no plans of stopping (x2).

Stand For Nothing (Eminem - Good Guy remix) (Reprod. Antidote)

Featuring my bro @potentiallypotent. Like this track if you're a vegan & you're against the deforestation of Newcastle College.

John Sutherland

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