(JND)
I'm dropping Bradford raps; superfly/
Beyond the comprehension of you stupid types who are new to mics/
You cats are getting neutered while I'm a vet staying true with rhymes/
Killing off you call of duty newbie types/
If you spark a doobie, high as ozone/
I'm supplying dope flows just to complement the nicest homegrown/
And rightly so, bro/ but if it's summat less/
It's summat I can't stomach yet, there's plenty of you loving it/
I'm tired of you lot with the same style, never saying much/
Over bassline beats getting played in clubs/
I guess that’s what you really love but really love?/
Where’s the substance, where's the flavour? Oh, there isn't much/
I'll never dumb it down, but you should smarten up/
If you're gonna do it, do it justice, but you hardly could/
And what I fail to fathom is the large demand for it/
But I ‘spose that goes for brown addicts as well as heads that bounce to shhhh//
(ExP)
I spit the Leeds stuff, superfly/
...These days Youtube decides who survives/
...How many views and likes, on your latest upload of useless shh/
Jus make sure the video directors do it right/
...Doesn’t even matter what the music’s like/
It’s suicide to choose a mic and not think what your tune looks like/
After all “it’s too hard to take in all the words”/
And when was the last time your favourite rapper made a proper verse/
People need to force feed their eyes before their ears/
Beauty was once more than skin deep, now that’s all there is/
And underneath’s an ugly ___ who leaves before you met her/
For weeks later you try and think back and can’t remember/
So what was number one a month ago, just another bloke/
Or woman who was humming nothing but a bunch of smoke/
And they wonder why the fruit of UK talent couldn’t grow/
Cos there’s so many weeds in the way the sun just doesn’t show//
(Addverse)
My style’s Sinoptic and superfly/
Star Trooper slash a Light Saber-toothed tiger with a human vibe/
I keep it true and let the passion help me stay alive/
Many of these new school artists are displaying lies/
For me it’s never that, most of them pretend to rap/
So ten times out of ten my tiny temper’s gonna snap/
You feel the passion of it?/
One hell of a hot topic, most guys who rock the mic are shh like a dog squatting/
And I have not forgotten, how I have a lot in common/
Except the rhymes I write are not as whack and not as often/
I want some intellect in anything of interest/
When listening to lyrics that another living has said/
And I will not invest in anything that’s any less/
Especially if any press have said their music’s at its best/
I find it patronising – I’ll be the judge of that/
There's no point in advertising any of your f_____//
credits
from I & II (vinyl),
released July 31, 2015
(L. Bland, B. Goodwin, D. Edley)
Produced by Jas0nBeats
Written by JND, ExP & Addverse
Easily the most interesting and lyrically impressive new hip hop record I’ve heard for years. Had me grooving, smiling, agreeing with almost every word and brought a tear to my eye. My wife loves it and she won’t usually even have hip hop on. Gets better with every listen, I’m still discovering new little pearls in it. Great set of beats on it too. Top work mate.
Got to go back to the first album and discover that now. filauge