I GOT AN 
OLD TIME FEELING/
MY OLD 
MINDS
NOT APPEALING/
NO MORE
THERES NO FLOOR/
THEY PLACED THE CHAIRS
BACK/
PEOPLE BORED/
TOO MUCH OF GOOD THING
IS EASILY
IGNORED/
AND THAT'S
A TRUE FACT

I GO GET THEM
RUNNING ROUND
THE SKINNY ONES
IN LUNGS
I FEED
IN NEED
TO BREATHE
AND FUND
A GLOW
THEY OFTEN SHUN
THEY JUST BEGUN
TO LEVEL UP
AND LEVEL ON
THERE LAYING ON
THE ROAD
UNABLE TO PHYSICALLY
FOLD
THE MIND
AROUND A SITUATION
FACING
NOSE TO NOSE/
WHOSE KNOWS
HOW 
THIS HAPPENED NOW/
NO HELPING OUT
TO FIGURE OUT/
GOTTA FIND THOSE SHOES
THAT WERE ON THERE FEET
TO DIG THEM OUT/
BRUSH THEM OFF AND 
CLEAN YA SOULS/
KEEPING WALKING/
GOTTA BE BROKE
TO BE BOLD/
EVOLVE
FROM VESTS TO HOODIES
WHEN I'M COLD/
INVEST
A LITTLE A LA MODE/
EFFECT THE PROCESS/
CONVERLESS /
CAUSE I'M OLD/
STICK SOME VINYL ON/
TRANSPORTED
TO SOME YEARS AGO
WHEN FLOWS HOLD
MORE THAN A MOTION
THEY MOVED
YA MIND
LIKE SISTERS
WHEN THEY CHANGE THE PROGRAM
HOPING THAT  POPS 
WASN'T WOKEN
CAUGHT RED HANDED
WITH SOME MUSIC STOLEN
I MEAN BORROWED
I LIKED THE RTHYHM
KEPT MY BROW FURROWED
 CONCENTRATION MAKING
FACES
AS THE RECORD PLAYED
ONE DAY
I'D TAKE A SECOND
MAYBE SAMPLE THAT
I'D MAKE A TRACK
AND HAVE TO RAP
DIDN'T KNOW ANYONE
WHO COULD DO THAT
BUT I NEVER ROSE
WITH MY DREAMS
STUCK INSIDE THE SEAMS
OF A SUIT THAT DON'T FIT
NOW I'M WEIGHING A BIT
THE SCALES DON'T LIE
 I'M HOLDING
MYSELF
IN SPACE
LIKE A CAUGHT FLY
KNACKERED OUT
FROM THE PERILS
THAT THEY  SOON MAY DIE
REVOLVING IN PLACE
LIKE GRAVITY
CAN'T GET A HOLD
ON ME
I'M ORBITING SOCIETY
APPLYING THE SCIENCE
TO BLINDLY LAND
LIKE ALIENS
THROWING SIGNS
OF PEACE AND UNITY
YOUR KIDDING ME
THIS ULUOGY
NOT SUITABLE
PARENTAL ADVISORY
THE WORDS
COULD BE LEARNT LIKE TOOLS
MADE USEABLE
TO DIFUSE BY EXPLANATION
THE VIEWS
OF A FEW FACING
THE VOICES OF THE MANY
LAMENTING HOW IT USED TO BE
BEFORE THE GOLDEN YEARS
WERE HISTORY

I GOT AN 
OLD TIME FEELING/
MY OLD 
MINDS
NOT APPEALING/
NO MORE
THERES NO FLOOR/
THEY PLACED THE CHAIRS
BACK/
PEOPLE BORED/
TOO MUCH OF GOOD THING
IS EASILY
IGNORED/
AND THAT'S
A TRUE FACT

Old Time Feelin



Long distance rummaging rapper type of fella, who needed beats so decided to try and make his own from the nefarious world of bargain vinylment. Lost track of time and realised he'd forgotten to write the words he was creating to support. Now on a mission without the time he can never find, he jigsaws verse and beats at glacial speed for fun often miss-laying the final piece- but happy in the knowledge there's fullfilment in the incomplete.

If your hearing things and wishing it was an instrumental, drop a line and i'll try to get it sorted folks.

Thanks!
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Toolage : Mpc 1000, 2500, 1210's, Microphones,Vinyl addiction,Pens, Paint, People, Computers, Freebie stickers, and other bits of shizz i'll include as they get used. 

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