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Chorus
In a comfy old Yorkshire town /
Where it’s pouring down /
And the skies are Grey /
Inside drinking cups of tea /
It’s enough for me /
To let my mind escape /
Where there’s rolling hills /
And a load of mills /
And they harvest grade /
And though most want to go /
It’s still our home /
And Dub Y’s the name //
ExP
Dub Y’s the name /
Put aside the hate /
Some guys love punchlines, some rhyme for days /
Feel inclined to say /
This is my kind of place /
Represented by double you why, shouts to Bane /
I get slightly blazed, make beats, write a page /
Record it, have a cypher, my 5-a-day /
And cos skies are grey, and there’s signs of rain /
We’re inside sampling vinyl from night to day /
NY’s the place, where hip-hop was born /
So Yorkshire’s the place to be, props to York /
On the moors with a boombox or on ya porch /
Flame Grilling lots of pork, goes on till dawn /
What’s The Score? Good hip-hop from ninety six /
Ignite spliffs, sipping pints write a rhyme to this/
It’s like life isn’t right without the kind of riffs /
That we cut from jazz records till it’s time to chip /
Or it’s time to blend, or it’s time to bounce /
Or it’s time to do one, or this time we’re out /
Barely a moment of my life spent in silence now /
I wake up and fall asleep to the righteous sound /
Clear mind in the morning or the sorest head /
Always support the community of Yorkshire’s West /
Hip-Hop everywhere else is a corpse it’s dead /
They wonder why we shout Yorkshire at your event //
Chorus
In a comfy old Yorkshire town /
Where it’s pouring down /
And the skies are Grey /
Inside drinking cups of tea /
It’s enough for me /
To let my mind escape /
Where there’s rolling hills /
And a load of mills /
And they harvest grade /
And though most want to go /
It’s still our home /
And Dub Y’s the name //
Addverse
I rep Yorkshire, yeah we’ve got the north and the south /
But its West where we got the best talk from the mouth /
Leaving others thinking how come, teaching you the outcome /
Of cyphers, hard work, EPs and albums /
The CDs are now done, come grab some next clothes /
Whether they're WY, BOISHT or EJECTOS /
Respect those, heads representing the county /
We proudly shout out it’s now getting rowdy /
Funky, a lot of things around me disgust me /
The state of my estate is ugly /
You've got to take the rough with the smooth now the ride’s getting bumpy /
Trust me, I still I got love for God’s country /
It’s not an accident I live where I’m happy, that’s /
Surrounded by Leeds, Huddersfield to Halifax /
Wakefield to Pontefract, Bradford and Bingley /
Horsforth to Yeadon, Brighouse, Tingley /
It’s strictly a passion for the state I was raised in /
Settlements are placed in a place that’s amazing /
Green fields for grazing, cities for the socialites /
Yorkshire is the place keeps me warm through the coldest nights //
Chorus
In a comfy old Yorkshire town /
Where it’s pouring down /
And the skies are Grey /
Inside drinking cups of tea /
It’s enough for me /
To let my mind escape /
Where there’s rolling hills /
And a load of mills /
And they harvest grade /
And though most want to go /
It’s still our home /
And Dub Y’s the name //
JND
Dub Y is the name of the Shire I reside in /
So the accent you hear shouldn't be a surprise when /
I open my mouth to recite them /
Words that I scribbled down, capture the vibes then /
Despite them hating my rhymes bring imagery /
Rather spit thousands of words than a picture piece /
Not cos my drawings lack skill or ability /
But to put it simple these / heads would be in guillotines /
Picture this / stone built housing surrounded /
By green hills enclosing the township / soak in the brown cliffs /
When Ilkley Moor baht at's the most known track from around it's /
Time for a change from the outset /
Don't watch what Emmerdale farm says /
Braddy int a Last of the Summer Wine farce, let’s /
Be honest, every city has a dark side you don't cross /
A place where the hope’s lost, but we chose to be more than most thought /
Was possible, smarter than the rest created /
Chavs are dangerous; a chav with brains is underestimated /
Despite the attire and dialect I utilise /
I calculate my words, this tracksuit is my suit and tie //
Chorus
In a comfy old Yorkshire town /
Where it’s pouring down /
And the skies are Grey /
Inside drinking cups of tea /
It’s enough for me /
To let my mind escape /
Where there’s rolling hills /
And a load of mills /
And they harvest grade /
And though most want to go /
It’s still our home /
And Dub Y’s the name //
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from
Flame Griller,
released August 1, 2012
Flame Griller – “Where We Live (reprise)”
(B. Goodwin, D. Edley, L. Bland, V. Flint)
Produced by Jas0nBeats & ExP, Featuring Vicky Flint, Written by ExP, Addverse & JND)
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