(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_____//

(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//

(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?

(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//

(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//

(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//

(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...//

(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.

(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// 

(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...//

(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//

(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