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This vinyl only exists because the following people contributed to a crowdfunder so BIG thanks are due to them. In order of appearance:

Jacob Harrison
Hatty Hudson
Bane
British Poodle
Luke Boothroyd
Matthieu Clegg at Bar Starfish
Spinwell
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12OriginalPlayers
Helmut Vorbach
Martin Lovegrove
Shaun Flynn
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DJ Format
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Mark Whoner
Sandro Gelmi
Evan Malone
Phillip Abbott
Harry Opp
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Philip Lamb
Mat Burke
Paul Fairbairn

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released July 31, 2015

All tracks recorded by ExP @ DubWhy Studios
Executive producers: ExP & JND
Mastering by Ben “Bonn Lewis” Wilson
Artwork by deprivedanxiety

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Track Name: A1 - Superfly
(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_____//
Track Name: A2 - Red Zone
(JND)
Gimme a beat, I'll go off on a rant/
About how cash is in short supply at my bank/
Or how I want my own place again, but I can't afford it/
So I'm living with my folks back in Thornbury/
See I wanna be stacking more papers, so I trained up/
To be an electrician, just to make some/
Now I'm trying to do a course to harvest solar power on the roof tops/
And money is the key to all my blues, what?/
No it wouldn't buy me happiness, and yes I'm obsessed with it/
But who doesn't want a few extra credits with/
A few less being debited, while you're trying to save up, you’re getting ripped/
The taxman’s taken all my everything/
And what’s the point unless you're earning mega bucks/
Your getting f___/ steady look, the point I'm making is there’s many cuts/
We're facing it's unfair when you pay your share, but the rest are crooks/
Most too rich to care and those that take begrudge/
Unlike the most of you; my job is satisfying/
Still I cast my eye on being a muso though I'm 9 to 5ing/
6-days a week, most weeks, except December/
Last time I was off work and ill? I can't remember/
And it’s good when you're your own boss/
But if you don't work or you've no jobs then your dough’s lost/
And its soul destroying when you underprice 'em/
When estimating, but my dad says, “that comes with time, son”/
At the age of twenty well, I thought I'd have it sussed/
By the age of 26, I’m realising I am just/
Another guy designed to fail; maybe I'm defunct/
Or maybe I can't see the light as much as I once could//

(Chorus x2)
I make music for those wearing headphones/
And I've used it for pent up aggressed tones/
If you choose this to booze with or get stoned/
It's defusing my stressed dome out the red zone//

(ExP)
I’ll probably have Mr Nice Guy on my head stone/
Playing “No Regrets” at my laid-to-rest home/
Right now I’m in my twenties though, trying to get known/
And earn enough green so me and Mrs ExP can forget those/
Episodes of the multi-series sitcom/
Us repeating each day with a shh job, p_____ off/
It’s not what I planned for the time being/
But I’m seeing these times leaving me behind with an idea/
Of what might have been/
Just want life to leave me alone, I’m trying to dream!/
There’s no time to breathe/
Still I catch myself inhaling and exhaling/
Time moves forward this day and then that day and/
Another year gone, it’s insane but I’m mad saying/
I’m different to anyone who sleeps wakes and then cash chases/
But I learnt something/
There’s nothing worse than complaining about how it works with no alternative/
And for certain this is/
A journey you won’t complete, it’s unique but it’s purposeless/
And you’re a miracle of probability to see the earth’s surfaces/
You were created in the stars’ furnaces/
Each atom brought together to form one person that/
For some reason is aware they exist but isn’t certain if/
They prefer their wallpaper in violet or purple. Shh/
Pull yourself together/ 
Cos you might look at life like a fight contender/
That’s three times the height of you and twice as clever/
That you keep taking on to decide who’s better/
But fight it or hide it’ll find and get ya/
Don’t have to take advice I’m not trying to lecture/
For so long I put aside my life to strive for cheddar/
At the end of the day life’s a lesson/
Don’t learn that it was just a waste of time and effort//

(Chorus x2)
I make music for those wearing headphones/
And I've used it for pent up aggressed tones/
If you choose this to booze with or get stoned/
It's defusing my stressed dome out the red zone//

(Addverse)
Whether you sit alone getting stoned, or play so much that you’re never home/
Either way some things are set in stone/
Happiness can only ever be achieved/
If you work hard cos nothing in life is ever easy/
And yeah I realise we all have a certain cause/
And there's no reason why mine should be worse than yours/
I turned a corner when I learned to love my challenges/
I guess the gloves are off now I’ve toughened up my calluses/
I’m not embarrassed if I need a little help though/
Think about the time my arm was hanging off my elbow/
Money would be easy if I had the balls to sell coke/
But I’ve got a conscious of myself, so instead I’m broke/
And always on the hunt to try and stack another fund/
This crazy world has made me think that life without it isn't fun/
Just the same as everyone, tell me where has heaven gone?/
I feel as though I’m only ever seeing what the devil’s done/
I need to find a place to get away and think a bit/
Before I bust a vessel like my head’s a sinking ship/
Stressing from the pressure on the biggest cliff/
Suicidal thoughts like Biggie Smalls, I’m on the brink of it/
I feel the need to make a change now, a difference, a point, a purpose, a time for my age/
I’m not just a rhymer that writes on a page, and recites on the stage, with the lights on my face/
There's a time and a place so I wanna be there/
It makes no sense to me to be stopping to stare/
With nothing prepared and feeling like none of it’s fair/
There's 7 billion on the planet you say none of them care?//

(Chorus x2)
I make music for those wearing headphones/
And I've used it for pent up aggressed tones/
If you choose this to booze with or get stoned/
It's defusing my stressed dome out the red zone//
Track Name: A3 - Wuntathought
(ExP)
Yo – I write for the left of it/
Live for the death of it/
Laugh like I never did/
Work it out – like a clever kid/
There’s benefits to getting ready but instead of this/
I just did it, made my mark and remembered it/
Forgetting it, is a bi-product of a short memory/
Hope my music reaches all centuries/
More leisurely, in the way I distribute my core energies/
And spend time with Evie, Laura, or Emily/
Both Uncle and Godfather/
Time’s a squeeze since I dropped part of my life to work at hip-hop harder/
No fully stocked larder/
Need cash but I’m not starving/
Need socks darned but I’m not starkers/
Winter’s cold on my toes/
But these holes in my clothes/
Just signs my soul’s aligned with the goal that I chose/
Writing in dark rooms, counterbalancing arse tunes/
From cartoons, controlled by chart sharks that should be harpooned!//

(Chorus)
I…wuntathought – getting heard was so difficult
I…wuntathought – everyone was so cynical
I…wuntathought – it would take a flipping miracle, to make something major out of something so minimal

I…wuntathought – that I’d still make the best of it
I…wuntathought – that I’d stop being a pessimist
I…wuntathought – one day would be so effortless, the next like climbing Everest
Get the gist?

(JND)
You should know the crew name, true – and the heads I roll with/
How we keep tracks fresh on a budget/
Cos truth be known, I bin working on the studio/
The music home of Sinoptic – fluent with no usual quotes/
My script computer wrote, tapping up the smoothest prose/
Cos my handwriting’s messy, plus it’s super slow/
As long as I can read it, that’s all that matters/
But that’s not what my teachers said, back in my classes/
I’ve come a long way since then who’da thought it?/
Probably my parents, always been mad supportive/
I’m lucky that way, not so many are though/
Me I’ll help you out if your car’s broke/
I’m always trying my best, to help those around me/
That way I seem to find peace or maybe it found me/
And until I leave the ground, free/
There’ll be a smile upon my face not a frown see…//

(Chorus)
I…wuntathought – getting heard was so difficult
I…wuntathought – everyone was so cynical
I…wuntathought – it would take a flipping miracle, to make something major out of something so minimal

I…wuntathought – that I’d still make the best of it
I…wuntathought – that I’d stop being a pessimist
I…wuntathought – one day would be so effortless, the next like climbing Everest
Get the gist?

(Addverse)
Now this is not as easy as I once thought it would have been/
I’m kinda struggling to try and find the love within/
And yo, this is the thing/
I don’t know where to begin/
I just feel the pressure of it building up under my skin/
And when I get a flash of it, running through my habitat/
I just wanna grab at it, reel it in and pull it back/
That’s when you bump the track – I got a vibe to spit/
The theme tune’s to my life and I write the script/
Since age 5 I was like, “yeah, I got it sorted/
By 25 I’ll be signed and I’ll drive a Porsche”/
But even I was cautious/
And didn’t go for it/
Cos now I’m 26 and got a Peugeot to show for it/
Although I know I spit doper than the most of em/
I feel so close to thinking that I’m not supposed to win/
But still I won’t give in – I feel positive/
It’s impossible for me stop now – got the gist?!//

(Chorus)
I…wuntathought – getting heard was so difficult
I…wuntathought – everyone was so cynical
I…wuntathought – it would take a flipping miracle, to make something major out of something so minimal

I…wuntathought – that I’d still make the best of it
I…wuntathought – that I’d stop being a pessimist
I…wuntathought – one day would be so effortless, the next like climbing Everest
Get the gist?
Track Name: A4 - Guitat
(ExP)
I’ve got artists to promo, including my solo stuff/
When’s that coming out?/
I don’t know but/
My composure’s just/
Ok at a so-so push/
Now I’m so grown up/
I mosey on home but I don’t own up/
...How much the day got me feeling low so much/
...I’m the one that who wrote those hooks/
About taking negatives and getting ‘em to go turn plus/
So I hope that folks will go slow don’t rush/
It’s a miracle you’re here but your ozone’s f----/
Postpone the progress or smoke donuts/
Choose action or apathy and don’t show up/
Not trying to hurry you on though, no rush/
We’re designed to capture moments like a photo does/
Cos this whole globe must/
Have a focus on blowing stuff up since we’re all going bust/
...But the sun’ll keep shining/
Behind the clouds, it might not be out but I keep reminding/
Myself that there’s nowt worse than dying/
I just gotta hold every moment closer and keep surviving//

(JND)
Put on a beat, drift away, let my thoughts go/
Though often I'm torn, broke, all my force flows/
Prolly shown all my flaws caught in my scrawled notes/
Still pretty puzzled by the universe’s source code/
Lord knows what I've prayed for/
Usually respectful whilst saying look after my pares or/
The friends that I care for/
Dependent on them more than I'd dare to let 'em depend on/
Me, though I try to keep promises/
To-me honesty's the key principle you should honour, see/
When the world resting on my shoulders again/
That’s when I've faltered and friends can help to bolster my Zen/
(Still) I know I'm getting there/ where? I'll know one day/
For now I'm content with a roast on a Sunday/
Here's a toast to my good mates, the things that I'm blessed with/
And to every word placed I feel stress lift//

(Chorus x2)
Although I’m not where I want to be/
I know one day that I’ll be free/
A place where I can clearly see/
That maybe we can make it//

(Addverse)
I need to clear my head from all the bad vibes/
And push the level, raise the bar and let my flag fly/
Just for the fact I, know what I’ve got within/
Don’t want to waste it or loose cos I’ve got to win/
Yeah I’m competitive; it’s just the way I’m programmed/
You only have to go and ask anybody who knows Dan/
I turn my hand to anything, I gotta go HAM/
I guess I’ll be that way until the day that I'm an old man/
That’s when I get the chance to sit back and rest a bit/
Hopefully impressed knowing that I made the best of it/
I know I’m stressed thinking how I never benefit/
But then again I’m not supposed to know cos I aint read the script/
I guess the lesson is get a grip/
And just let it rip with a rhythm that’s better than the rest of them could ever spit/
Yet I’m a pessimist opposite of a Methodist/
Never the less the effort is excellent setting precedence/
I never expect it given; I know I gotta work/
I’m not a jerk just because I don’t follow a church/
Nor am I saved cos I guess you've gotta want it first/
Killing in his name, now you tell me who's got it worse//
Track Name: A5 - The Negativity
(ExP)
I was born a, fortunate guy with a portion of pie/
Not silver-spoon fed just a shiny fork and a knife
I bin...awkward and shy - nearly all of my life/
But something about rap gave me all my pride/
Started performing at nights - I was awful on mics/
But you gotta start somewhere, I was in awe of the guys/
Who could tear it up with a freestyle and talk to the minds/
Till one day the sickest one of em, pulled me aside/
Took my number said we should hook up and mek beats/
“ExPerimentality” was too long so he named me “ExP”/
And that stuck, he taught me how to rap good/
Then we’d head out of Bradford and get mashed up/
Years later best friend became enemy/
But there’s no use in just cultivating a negative memory/
Cos I still use the energy in every free I ever speak/
And if he ever gets to see this track I wrote this specially to//

(Chorus)
Clear my head of the negativity/
Living’s been filling my head with hate since the date of my delivery/
...But life’s too short for that/
Cos one day we’ll be dying and we’ll want it all back/
Clear my head of the negativity/
Living’s been filling my head with hate since the date of my delivery/
...But life’s too short for that/
Cos one day we’ll be dying and we’ll want it all back//

(Addverse)
Now we’ve got to keep productive, like I'm a factory/
The fact of the matter is - I've lost my batteries/
I need a positive connection to jump up/
And kick the negative vibes and stop with this dumb luck/
Possibly one option would be cracking a smirk/
Not a smile until I find myself residing from work/
Free from the jerks tryna climb the corporate mountain/
Monkeys in suits stood shouting, well I’m out then/
Make my own fate, food for my own plate/
Make a few moves in exchange at my own rate/
Going straight for my goals cos this gold aint/
Going to grow straight from the ground like some old grape/
I’m going out to find my soul mate and be loved/
And if you want to join in then feel free to feel good/
I’m thinking we should go down in history/
For trying to stop the negative vibes I feel killing me// (so)

(Chorus)
Clear your head of the negativity/
Living’s been filling my head with hate since the date of my delivery/
...But life’s too short for that/
Cos one day we’ll be dying and we’ll want it all back/
Clear your head of the negativity/
Living’s been filling my head with hate since the date of my delivery/
...But life’s too short for that/
Cos one day you’ll be dying and you’ll want it all back//

(JND)
We gotta keep positive/ and lets be honest it's/
Easier said than done, that much is obvious/
And it's a fact, all of us face the mill/
Where you'd like to pay the bills but you're tryna make a million/
You might hate your boss; you're inclined to kill him/
Despite this in your mind it's fulfilling/
To smile for a little while and chill then/
Take a deeper breath in your lungs till you've filled them/
And relax/
Feel the stress leaving you/
It really helps to clear your head when it's getting full/
And right now mine's clouded by the break up/
Though I'm still bouncing round to great drums, safe love/
After time you'll realise you it was proper blast/
And just be grateful of what you had and what you'll have/
And though you're hurting now; I'll guarantee/
All you need to do to improve your mentality// (is)

(Chorus)
Clear your head of the negativity/
Living’s been filling my head with hate since the date of my delivery/
...But life’s too short for that/
Cos one day we’ll be dying and we’ll want it all back/
Clear your head of the negativity/
Living’s been filling my head with hate since the date of my delivery/
...But life’s too short for that/
Cos one day you’ll be dying and you’ll want it all back//
Track Name: A6 - Where We Live (reprise)
(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 Why 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//
Track Name: B1 - Bluemoon
(ExP)
Yo I write for the heck of it/
Hope to die once the UK repay the deficit/
All hail the pessimist/
Straight from his happy life, inhale the better bits/
Exhale the negative,
...That’s how I respire/
Back in the day I used to try like Martin Offiah/
Now on that Wuntathought vibe wearing farming attire/
Knocking round my garden, chillin’ prolly starting a fire/
Thinking that a hard day’s work is hardly required/
But the world is filled to the brim with varmints and liars/
And you would think that this situation can’t be desired/
But we welcome ‘em in, like they’re harmless and sigh a/
Deep breath of anguish when they charm and conspire/
To get one over on us, we’re stepping stones of commerce/
You can’t pay? Well then yep, your home’s a goner/
You can bet your bottom dollar things’ll never improve/
Maybe you’re just an animal with intelligence who/
Is in a zoo, and can contemplate the cage you’re trapped in/
Your mind got you thinking you’re the main attraction/
Not some vague distraction for the patrons that wave and clap/
And then return to their cages after//

(JND)
We all need to chill a bit, why's everybody gettin' mad?/
Prolly stressing over summat that they'll never grasp/
Be it headlines covered in the telegraph/
Struggling is every man with trouble in their head, relax/
Cos if it's outta your hands/
Well, you'll run yourself ragged with a mountainous task/
And even if you're down for the graft with your tool kit/
If you think it's yours to control, then you're foolish/
But if it's summat you can change/
Don't be waiting 'round for it to happen is that phrase/
That should be adhered to, a motto for a lot of my peer group/
Just tryna stay on top of their fears too/
So don't get stuck in that weird loop with no exits/
Cos even in dark places hope exists/
Or so I keep tellin' myself/
Not tellin’ you for the good of my health, I'd never benefit//

(Chorus)
You won't limit us/
We won't give it up/
So listen up/
Don't interrupt/
The beat knocks Kos give it us/
When Flame Griller cooks/
We don't give a f…//

(Addverse)
Yes…no…It's no flash in the pan, we stay sizzling/
From now until infinity Flame Grilling is immanent/
And, even though I hear some haters say they’re sick of it/
I stay spitting in they face like I give a sh.../
...it is irrelevant whether or not we’re selling it/
We do it for the hell of it cos doing it's the benefit/
So, who are they to come and scrutinise my everything/
When putting in extra effort to come up with another gem/
I stay true to the art and think of ways to relate/
Create and move with the heart instead of chasing my brain/
I make moves in the dark and get a taste of the day/
To try improve what I start, so I don't waste it away/
Carpe diem is not an enemy phrase/
I play straight kings and queens, up my sleeve is an ace/
You stay jack of all trades and acquire the full suit/
But I can crush your royal flush in just one move, so...//
Track Name: B2 - Dolphins
(JND)
So what you wanna be when you grow up?/
Not a grown up, that's no fun cos you get your whole soul sucked/
If you're tired of tryna play it their way, own up/
Or the stress encountered makes your dome mush/
So bust, don't be chasing dreams you'll get your hopes crushed/
Innit what they got you doing, so young/
I remember back in school, filling in careers forms with no clue/
More brains promote you and don't join the dole queue/
Now I'm busy making soul food for me and mine/
Days spent graftin' but evenings I re-align/
Realising dreams in the heat o't'night, Flame Grilling/
Me, Dan and Ben, the same villains, still crate diggin’/
Throughout my age living, things change, stay driven/
In the same instance, few dids make didn'ts/
I hit sixth form with much less-than-great wisdom/
And couldn't write an essay to save Britain/
But it wasn't till my second year of Uni/
That I learned how to write 'em, concluding/
That what I'm doing here isn't truly what I want to be pursuing/
But I finished it, and moved on with my duty//

(CHORUS)
(ExP & Bellisful)

The choice is yours though/
At least we thought so/
Life’s just a short road/
Gotta make a lot of mistakes/
For everything to fall into place//

(ExP)
So wat ya wanna do when you get old?/
Get married and carry your wife across the threshold/
Of your new rent hole, work till you get sold/
And lay dead in the ground until you get cold/
...Depressing outlook, but the stressing out could/
Be left behind, forget it now just look to better outcomes/
Uppers have their downers and sun rays have their showers/
And lovers have their moments it's doubtless/
80 years around 700 hundred thousand hours/
And if you bought this album/
You're probably a quarter into that…chin up and face the powers/
Mother Nature loves and hates you, made you from, and will turn you into, powder/
Fertiliser for the flowers, memory fodder and worm chowder/
Allow her/
Not that there's much choice at all/
We stood poised to fall/
We once enjoyed to crawl/
We loved toys and ball/
Then we’re forced to compare ourselves against one another/
School and work reminded us there’s always someone above ya/
Become your own boss and go undercover/
Or you’ll forever be answering to some mother chuffer//

(CHORUS)
(ExP & Bellisful)

The choice is yours though/
At least we thought so/
Life’s just a short road/
Gotta make a lot of mistakes/
For everything to fall into place//

(Addverse)

They try and make you but it's better if you make yourself/
I say the key to life is happiness and greater health/
And I can almost feel the change that's in my hands/
But, life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans/
And it's my oyster I can do what I want with it/
Yet back at school I had a choice of jobs from a list/
Pick at least three so then you've got a backup plan/
Kick the wacky baccy plant and do of what we ask you Dan/
Now I'm feeling like some prisoner of Azkaban/
And I'd escape if only I could ever grab a chance/
I met couple dudes on the same vibe as me/
Decided to design a team so we could try to find our dream/
The three musketeers, sí…tres amigos/
Flame Grillers keep those heaters since the scene froze/
We've got the fire, reaching higher than it ever did/
Damn that Luke, Ben and Dan are some clever kids/
We've got the medicine so I suggest you let us in/
Modern day classics what the class is, so let's begin//
And now the essay that we write is our verse cos/
Each of us have realised our purpose//

(Outro)
(JND)
You’ve gotta make a lot of mistakes/
For everything to fall into place/
I said you’ve gotta make a lot of mistakes/
For everything to fall into place/
You’ve gotta make a lot…yeah.
Track Name: B3 - I'll Say
(Sarah Vaughan)
Can you turn up the microphone please?
Please turn the microphone up just a little bit
Please
Thank you

(ExP) 
So easy to think the grass is greener/ 
I wish that I could see the beauty in every second that passes, don’t need sadness either/ 
Cos when I have a fever...or I feel under the weather/ 
I forget what it feels like to be better and at peace the/ 
Problem is I don’t notice just breathing comfortably/ 
Like life doesn’t mean enough to me/ 
And this seems utterly/ 
Detrimental to me enjoying the short time/ 
I was gifted on this planet before it absorbs my/ 
Carbon, to feed the finite cycle we call life/ 
We all die, it’s all right, just pour wine/ 
Your eyes are the tour guide of a thing of beauty/ 
So easy to get wrapped up in images and duty/ 
Most of what the government tells you is inaccurate/ 
Get a lungful of air before they start charging tax on it/ 
The chairman of Nestlé considers water a commodity/ 
Buys up natural springs in areas stricken with poverty/ 
So honestly I’d not be surprised with a charge on oxygen/ 
...How much does owning an atom of carbon cost again?/ 
The people in power will always work to fill their pockets up/ 
Even when we vote them in, so they can give us options, but/ 
Don’t play the game just be the change you want to see/ 
As long as you’re not hurting anyone, eff the economy/ 
Too often we look at others and think, "what’s wrong with me?"/ 
But if we’re all thinking the same thing, that’s just comedy// 

(Chorus x2) 
You want your grass to be as green as it can (I'll say) 
You need the rain feeding your plants/ (I'll say) 
We're giving every season a chance/ (I'll say) 
Even when it's freezing, there's a breeze and it's damp// 

(JND) 
The turf might seem a richer shade of emerald there/ 
But before you make the switch well you better beware/ 
Can we all admit to thinking that our life is unfair?/ 
When there's doubt in the air, don't change your route or despair/ 
Cos it usually isn't, you should be using your wisdom/ 
Instead of fuelling the negative mood, forever pursuing a victim/ 
One clue's in the planning, the other is through some persistence/ 
Clever improving your vision, then you'll be moving the mission/ (eh?) 
Not tryna say summat you won't know/ 
You've probably been through it with so-an-so/ 
Cos life's like a ride on a pogo, unwinding a yo-yo/ 
Sublime when it's going right, wrong and it's 'oh no!'/ 
Keep smiling cos while you're still breathing/ 
And while your heart's beating, the sun is gonna shine for you/ 
And that's cheesy but that's how I'm feeling/ 
The yin and yang's needed, rainy days don't make me blue// 

(Chorus x2) 
You want your grass to be as green as it can (I'll say) 
You need the rain feeding your plants/ (I'll say) 
We're giving every season a chance/ (I'll say) 
Even when it's freezing, there's a breeze and it's damp// 

(Addverse) 
Well I've been living on the side of thinkin’ life is a grind/
I'm sick of the 9 to 5 digging of this grave in my mind/ 
I'm ready to flip back the switch and, reboot my hard-drive/
And activate the present like it's gift wrapped and hard-wired/ 
They tried to tell me that I can't escape the virus, it's inside us/ 
And if I break the code then I’d get fired, so I/ 
Did it anyway, made a corporate enemy/
And everyday I'm getting better letting off this energy/ 
I set it free, you can forget your methodology/
I think you'll find you're messing with my recipe and honestly/ 
I'd rather skip your policy, politics and office speak/
And feel the love cos the fear's attacking the honesty/ 
The fact alone that we are star dust and conscious of it/
Shines a light on what I see so I can spot the monsters on it/ 
Cos the matter is this, once an atom exists, it never disappears it stays in the mix/ 
So I’m gonna live forever if the ether permits/
I could be anything from weather to an elephant's hips/ 
It's one hell of a trip to think that anything is possible/ 
Elements repeat it's mathematically probable/ 
No matter what the obstacle, life still happens/
If the sun still shines then it lights up the patterns/ 
And it's intricately balanced while its spinning on its axis/
Amazingly placed in a space with no practice/ (it's life)// 

(Chorus x2) 
You want your grass to be as green as it can (I'll say) 
You need the rain feeding your plants/ (I'll say) 
We're giving every season a chance/ (I'll say) 
Even when it's freezing, there's a breeze and it's damp// 
Track Name: B4 - AJFA 4: Alright/OK
(Chorus x2)
(Addverse)
It's ok, there’s no way to change/
What's made has been made/
The way the game’s played, I say/
It's alright, we all want what's right/
But that’s what's called life/
So relax your brain//


(Addverse)
I spend night after night thinking my life through/
I worry ‘bout the things I wish I'd done, and things I should do/
I know it’s time spent wasted, and I get frustrated, I hate it/
Trying to figure life from a wage slip/
Which way my pay splits, I lose the will/
It's no fun if you’ve no funds for food and bills/
And I'm polluted, choked by the fumes and still/
I live in fear of those with nothing but a view to kill/
Cos I don’t want to die before I get the vibe I’ve lived/
Before I get a chance of living with a wife and kids/
A nice house by the lake with a swing outside/
We stay up late in the summer, and snuggle up in winter time/
A couple in divine loving of a simple kind/
In my mind, there’d be no other woman I could find/
But time's passing me by, and I’m not seeing clear/
And every day's a day I’m getting closer to not being here/
See it’s a fickle sphere, and life seems cheap/
I see the shadow of the sickle as I breathe deep/
So now I’m worried thinking this could be the end of course/
Somebody catch me, I'm falling, but then I thought//

(Chorus x2)
(Addverse)
It's ok, there’s no way to change/
What's made has been made/
The way the game’s played, I say/
It's alright, we all want what's right/
But that’s what's called life/
So relax your brain//

(ExP)
We're all related but I never got on with extended family/
Pretend, but actually I'm a side step from insanity/
Pessimism in my genetics, serves as a guard/
Cos if I expect the worst then I'm certain and calm/
Anything positive occurring’s a surplus and charm/
But I'm a reserved person, always swerving from harm/
If I can avoid the battles then I'll turn and disarm/
People tell me how to live converse their words to my palm/
But expecting the bad things has led to some actions/
Went and relaxed instead of reversing my qualms/
Regretting the past has no benefit I think/
But when I think back then I feel like a has-bin.../
That wasn't ever/
But what I was was young and I'd got my head up/
Cringe at the things that I made, but not the effort/
Cos every day I was awake hip-hop was present/
If no-one heard a track I made, it wasn't pressure/
Nowadays I'm suckered into the likes, views and shares/
I'd like you to care about why, who and where/
When I write tunes and bear my life's wounds and tears/
Fights, bruises, scares/
But it can't be expected of you, and partly I'm to blame/
Offloading my need to be accepted onto a page/
And at the same time rejecting everything I've come to hate/
...Avoiding everyone's opinion of me just in case// But it’s…

(Chorus x2)
(Addverse)
It's ok, there’s no way to change/
What's made has been made/
The way the game’s played, I say/
It's alright, we all want what's right/
But that’s what's called life/
So relax your brain//

(JND)
I don't mind where I'm going cos I'm here for the ride/
And the photo at the end, every moment defined/
By your actions...or the equal and opposite/
You either keep cool, peaceful or wanna flip/
But is it worth that energy spent/
Holding onto any negative when it takes a few words/
I guess, like me, you left them unsaid/
Rather hold your tongue than vent it, again because the truth hurts/
It's hard to not remember it though/
Cause you feel you've put in effort but you've still drawn the short straw/
And to carry round that memory shows/
Summat feeling unresolved weighing down any forethought/
To rectify what's happened or may do/
I know it's never easy to change route, especially when you're seeking a breakthrough/
But when you're tired of seeing the same moves/
I think it's best to leave it...//
Track Name: B5 - The Journey
(Chorus x2) 
And I can hear the time ticking away/ 
And I'm picking my brains as I figure my fate/ 
To try win at a game we all lose though/ 
We all lose though// 

(JND) 
I can hear the time tickin', but I don't wanna listen now/ 
Or sit around as the sand grains trickle down/ 
See the glass break, spill 'em out/ 
And what's your life worth? A lot more than this amount/ 
Don't wanna cross swords with pop sorts with big accounts/ 
No beats with the Jigga bounce, dig a different sound/ 
Keep it underground; Vin Diesel prison bound/ 
And build my vision out of anything my little town has offered me/ 
Be it success or loss, at least I haven't given up on what I wanna see/ 
I know tomorrow's not promised, and we shouldn't forget that/ 
Still forgive those who trespass on your fresh patch/ 
Do what you can in the time that you get, that's/ 
Something I'll stress as more important to heads that/ 
Bumped boom bap, probably listened to Chess' raps/ 
Cos they might understand where my heads at// 

(Chorus x2) 
And I can hear the time ticking away/ 
And I'm picking my brains as I figure my fate/ 
To try win at a game we all lose though/ 
We all lose though// 

(ExP) 
Bin fightin' a losin' battle with the clock since day one/ 
But sleep under the same moon, wake under the same sun/ 
Pace myself but someone needs to find/ 
Something to stop my cells replacing one another with a weaker type/ 
...Can never achieve a peaceful mind/ 
Knowing that my consciousness is to cease and die/ 
I don't get any comfort knowing I coulda bin a meteorite/ 
And could go on to become part of a genius or a piece of pie/ 
Please define my state of being, my eyes were made for seeing/
My lungs were made for breathing, my brain was made for me and I hate to waste an eon/ 
Waiting for a reason to make myself believe in the afterlife/ 
Like I should sacrifice my wants and needs/ 
My appetite for songs and beats/ 
And graft till night for the constant greed/ 
Of some Godless thief and stress about it till I've lost my sleep/ 
I just want to dream!/ 
It's a nonsense scheme/ 
Last century the whole working to live thing served for a purpose/ 
But I've researched it it's worthless/ 
We were basic and were herded to churches to be told without worship you'll worsen/ 
But writing verse is my service/ 
My home and family is where and who I prefer to do work with/ 
Until the day I'm murdered by the clockwork turning and burned in a furnace// 

(Chorus x2) 
And I can hear the time ticking away/ 
And I'm picking my brains as I figure my fate/ 
To try win at a game we all lose though/ 
We all lose though// 

(Addverse) 
And with each day the plot thickens/
There's no escape from the clock ticking/
And time takes from what's given/ 
As I find my way, living like life is infinite when/
Really it's as finite as twilight twinkling/ 
Everything that lives has to die, time’s dwindling/ 
Light waves vibrate and cycles begin again/ 
Till the day comes when your mind’s in oblivion/ 
Some say with Christ, others say we die ignorant/ 
Every now and then we get an Einstein flippin’ it/ 
Darwin took life and design on a different tip/ 
A little chance given time now we’re killing it/
6 days divine on the 7th try chill a bit/ 
We're just little blip, blind to the bigger picture/
Passing us by as we're still tryna figure/ 
With kaleidoscope eyes why and what we now think it is/
Innocently playing I spy like some little kids// 

(Outro x2) 
And I can hear the time ticking away/ 
As I figure my fate/ 
We all lose though/ 
And I can hear the time ticking away/ 
To try win at a game/  
We all lose though//
Track Name: B6 - Grillingham
(JND)
You wanna know the general gist of this/
3 gorillas, you'll be digging it/
Don't be effin with us or you'll swim wi' fish/
On some Luca Brasi vibe, no flippers its.../
Concrete-slippers-on-a-shipwreck-prison tip/
The style's rarer than chicken lips, hen's teeth on the rhythm with/
The said 3 gobby visionaries/
I won't fight fair, I'll set a white bear on your village quick/
And have you set alight there to finish it/
Won't do a rain dance afterwards/
Been kicking raps and more since before Taskforce graffed the bus/
Most of my boys wrap the buds/
And move in slow-mo; while you amateurs'll never catch us up/
You can't hold the weight; have you been fasting mush?/
You need to fatten up, till your belly's hangin’ past your ankles plus/
Even with a gut full of tape worms, I'm stayin’ heavy/
Like the gravity on Jupiter and Zeus afraid to test me//

(Chorus)
(ExP)
First you'll need some fuel
(Addverse)
And then you need some kindling
(JND)
Smash a wooden stool
(All)
Strike a match and it begins
(x7)
We're grillin' ‘em

(Addverse)
I remain the main villain of the flame grillin’ buccaneers/
Mr "Let's-start-a-band-then-disappear-a couple-years"/
And when I’m done with that come back as if it’s just the same/
But now we’re doing tracks the fact’s we're stepping up the game/
How many others can you say are as consistent/
The difference between us and those with persistence/
Simply the brilliance of instinct and business/
Plus the ability you all see in the distance/
I’ve got it first-hand straight out the horse’s mouth/
So when you speak you’re only just repeating what I’ve talked about/
And those are sheep with no hope for what the future holds/
Hanging onto every single word of what a human spoke/
And as I digress I put forth, excuse the quote:/
“I think therefore I am” is all for you to know/
Still many of you don’t, and stay within the boundary/
And keep on doing the same thing thinking you’ve found the key//

(Chorus)
(JND)
First you'll need some fuel
(ExP)
Then you'll need some kindling
(Addverse)
Smash a wooden stool
(All)
Strike a match and it begins
(x7)
We're grillin' ‘em

(ExP)
Ongh...starts with Facebook messaging/
Flame Griller....painkiller...J Dilla...everything/
"Super Nintendo Sega Genesis"/
Wasn't broke I was playing on that F1 Senna ish/
Wasn't brassic as a young ‘un life want difficult or hard/
...Preferred the written lyric gift than pickin’ a guitar/
A firm grip upon my cards, graft and grift and spit some bars/
You're tryna get to where you wanna be by kissing every arse/
Isn't it a farce? These trolls are so rude to us/
Dude, I'll remove you from my circle on Google Plus/
Don't make me go and block you on MSN my mate/
You're already gone from my top 8 on Myspace/
Blocked you on Faceparty in the 90s or summat/
I've even changed my 200 digit ICQ number/
I've changed the IP on my 56 modem for dial up/
In fact, forget the internet I'm off to have a chuffin' life love//

(Chorus)
(Addverse)
First you'll need some fuel
(JND)
Then you'll need some kindling
(ExP)
Smash a wooden stool
(All)
Strike a match and it begins
(x7)
We're grillin' ‘em