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Flame Griller would like to thank:
deprivedanxiety, Ben Wilson, Shroomz, Luke Wynter, Colin Sutton, Jonathan Newell, Sarah Goodwin, Nell Jones, Emily Jones, Peet, Vicky Flint, Angela Goodwin, Kosyne, Francis Strange, Hashfinger, family & friends.

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released July 31, 2015

Recorded by ExP @ DubWhy Studios
Written by ExP, JND & Addverse
Executive producers: ExP & JND
Mixed by ExP & JND
Mastering by Ben “Bonn Lewis” Wilson
Artwork by deprivedanxiety

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Track Name: Fresher Start
(ExP)
Flame Grillin' since two thousand and summat/
Killin’ it off, you didn't know? Then you're about to discover/
Now here's another/
Album for you since our proud introduction/
Before the studio we put our lyrics down in a cupboard/
But...JND and his Dad came round for a cuppa/
And converted my garage to DubWhy and a mountain of rubble/
And it's sounding so good, you come round in the summer/
We got the doors open, beats blazing, and we're shoutin’ and cussin'/
And callin’ it cyphering/
If you were from West Yorkshire I would always invite you in/
But times have changed be a while till Mr Nice again/
There's only so much urine on the toilet floor you can wipe and then/
I had to shut the door, and concentrate on something more/
The reaction to the debut album's nothing that I could have saw/
Could have seen, could have anticipated/
Gotta make sure we spread to different places and preach the hip-hop basics/
Step one: keep it real, stop faking/
Step two: sick beats, no 808s and/
Step three: dig crates, takes patience for dope breaks/
A whole day on the same beat's not wasted/
Shouts to crate diggers in the charity shops/
Or your sampled vinyl borrowed from Granny and Pops/
You may end up with a copy of Abba a lot/
But there'll always be a gem that you'll happily chop....what//

(Chorus)
It takes time to perfect the art/
Nobody's perfect, we're not tryna suggest we are/
Don't take anyone's lead unless it's XLR/
It's time to bin the old - get a fresher start/
It takes time to perfect the art/
Nobody's perfect we're not tryna suggest we are/
Don't take anyone's lead unless it's XLR/
Stop complaining and just make a fresher start//

(JND)
A fresher start, on some first-month-of-Uni tip/
Fresher than your Nan's best tulips or petunias/
Spring cleaning out your potty mouths with exuberance/
We'll show you how it should be done and dusted in the truest sense/
Of the words, what I'm meaning is I'm Mr Muscle/
Compared to me you're some weaker cats too quick to buckle/
A different hustle, while slingin' pins to prick your bubble/
I'm taking shots at you from space aboard the distant Hubble/
Yeah...you’ve been warned, keep off the grass/
I'll turn the coolest hipster to a boxing bag/
Mad Fresh, I keep a toxic mask handy, why?/
Cos I'm tired of your stink filling up my alveoli/
Force the rhyme; I know I mispronounced it/
Say something, I'll come round and kick your house in/
I couldn't care less if Fabreeze was your sponsor/
Or you passed the Daz challenge whilst stood in your boxers/
You bought twenty year ago from Managrove/
Y'still aren't passing go/
Not on my watch like Casio/
I'm fresher than a winter's day in your birthday suit/
These words are proof, mess with me and it's certain doom//

(Chorus)
It takes time to perfect the art/
Nobody's perfect, we're not tryna suggest we are/
Don't take anyone's lead unless it's XLR/
It's time to bin the old - get a fresher start//

(Addverse)
I moved away just to try and make a change/
Switch lanes and throw dice for different games/
Kind of like the old saying “no pain no gain”/
Miss my family and friends but needed to break the chains/
I know you think I'm strange and I probably am/
I know there's many of you thinking there's a problem with Dan/
But honestly, damn, I've never felt as trapped as I did/
Was disappointed with my life and the promises as a kid/
A fresher start cos a change is as good as a rest/
Deep breaths, feel blessed, love life, and fear less/
Clear chest, clean conscience and new intentions/
I'm living out my dreams with a true perception/
Cos my old school moves seemed to lose the lessons/
Sitting in detention, tensed up and venting/
Feel the negativity entering my resemblance/
Now I'm inventing power to devour my sentence/
So...turn the page the great escape/
Learn a new way to make what you yearn to take/
Nothing's for certain, some say, so straight is the method/
But you never cut corners to shave off the seconds// cos

(Chorus)
It takes time to perfect the art/
Nobody's perfect, we're not tryna suggest we are/
Don't take anyone's lead unless it's XLR/
It's time to bin the old - get a fresher start/
It takes time to perfect the art/
Nobody's perfect we're not tryna suggest we are/
Don't take anyone's lead unless it's XLR/
Stop complaining and just make a fresher start//
Track Name: Grillingham
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

--

Lennon:
(ExP)
...Definitely back up in this/
Flame Griller couldn't just be done and dusted it's/
Rubbish with, Dan the other side of the planet/
But God damnit the net made the world tiny, we'll manage/
Tired of the average kind of mind spittin rhymes to camera/
And thinkin all this time the debut was our final chapter/
I had plans to smash the scene, live band practicing/
But disbanded it when Addverse said he planned a trip/
Still writing, and Dropboxing, and Whatsapping random ish/
Last album no Addverse beats, this one he's smashing it/
Here's to difficult decisions, pushing past conformity/
In the search of happiness, Lord knows it was calling me/
Every choice I've made was so I'd enjoy the game/
Some selfless some selfish, tried not to annoy my mates/
Coulda gone along with the crowd, but I'm strong and I'm proud/
And hate most human beings cos they're wrong and they're loud/
My head is off in the clouds, thinking when I'm chillin’ next/
I hate most my old stuff but this project is still the best/
I will invest my time and effort, again and again/
If it means comin' out with a product by Luke, Dan and Ben/
Bin a while since twenty eleven, time for some more/
If we sell enough we'll cobble together some kind of a tour/
Coming soon to Wellington, then we'll fly back and forth/
Regardless of where, always reppin’ DubWhy and the North//
Track Name: AJFA 1: Peace
(Chorus)
(Addverse)
We got the manners they don’t think of to teach/
We only put the effs in effort, not a filler for speech/
So you can count on Flame Griller to deliver the peace/
Cos we don’t fight, we provide nice rhymes and beats/
And so…
We got the manners they don’t figure to teach/
We only put the effs in effort, not a filler for speech/
So you can count on Flame Griller to deliver the peace/
Cos we don’t fight, we’re just kicking nice rhymes and beats//
And so…

(Addverse)
I’m getting tired of vocabulary misuse/
Eff this and eff that is something like the p****s use/
Every other word is a curse of the worst kind/
Cool to be cruel and it's props if you’ve served time/
Tease the cops and record the scene/
Then tell an officer to get back in his pork machine/
And then you misuse your rights in regards to statutes/
And so cause the law to perform to catch you/
It's all a game for the snakes and rats dude/
And if you play it their way, shame, they’ve trapped you/
You’ve got to stay sane so refrain from closure/
To maintain your manners then regain composure/
The thoughts of a soldier that strives for peace/
And I won’t fight with others cos of my beliefs/
So I’ve got time for cool cats, and time for geeks/
The time for Muslims, Jews, Christian’s and Sikh’s// and so...

(Chorus)
(Addverse)
We got the manners they don’t think of to teach/
We only put the effs in effort, not a filler for speech/
So you can count on Flame Griller to deliver the peace/
Cos we don’t fight, we provide nice rhymes and beats/
And so…
We got the manners they don’t figure to teach/
We only put the effs in effort, not a filler for speech/
So you can count on Flame Griller to deliver the peace/
Cos we don’t fight, we’re just kicking nice rhymes and beats//
And so…


(ExP)
...We don't put filler in, we don't belittle the little things/
We're against the villains in their country villas fiddling/
The books to increase their income and pillaging/
Ensuring that their minions get the minimum for making their millions/
UK debt is in its trillions and civilians are supposed to scrimp with our pittances and
cut back on living when/
Companies are sniggering/
Cos they moved their cash to Switzerland/
Or Luxembourg when I can just afford to get the dinner in/
Call me a liberal with intent to kill the system and I'll agree with you, we need to do something to change the ignorance/
Renewable fuel, ‘stead of fossils, would be brilliant/
I'm not fighting a war for the last of the oil it's silly when/
There's solar and there's tidal, geothermal and there's wind and then there's/
More than enough options to give England something big for once/
Good riddance to the shifty one percent, and their politician chums/
Get out your living rooms and flippin’ give ‘em some//

(Chorus)
(Addverse)
We got the manners they don’t think of to teach/
We only put the effs in effort, not a filler for speech/
So you can count on Flame Griller to deliver the peace/
Cos we don’t fight, we provide nice rhymes and beats/
And so…
We got the manners they don’t figure to teach/
We only put the effs in effort, not a filler for speech/
So you can count on Flame Griller to deliver the peace/
Cos we don’t fight, we’re just kicking nice rhymes and beats//
And so…


(JND)
We're all born with a clean slate, and that seems strange/
But as you grow, well you learn how to behave/
We all crawled before walking the streets safe/
Or caught in the wrong crowd, ensuring police chase/
…I'll never figure the latter out/
Street code silence yet some turn blabber mouth/
I'm happy on the other side where the grass is found/
A shade greener's where I'm pleased to be hanging out/
And I'll say, you can choose to be good/
With your manners in check, it's not Boyz in the Hood/
Banging ‘roids in your blood, pushing weights on a bench/
And if you're caged behind bars, does that gain you respect?/
Maybe...maybe it does, or maybe it doesn't/
Might depend who you ask and the place that they come from/
Different brains, how they function/
Some focused on peace, others seen craving destruction//
Track Name: Dexter's Lab
(ExP)
I'm out serving for that pound sterling/
Backed by a round thirteen figure debt, how certain are your sound earnings?/
Profit in the hands of the foul vermin/
The only ones to benefit from the Dow down turning/
We're just some clowns working...with profound patience/
Work us into the ground, to make their foundations/
...Use the Caymans for their account placements/
Tax havens to profit, the rest of us bounce payments/
And our wages freeze, while inflation rises/
Costs of every day increase and their great advice is/
"Wrap up warm, and turn the heating off"/
While MPs are passing laws to put their wages up and sneaking off/
It pees me off the leaders of the people need pay increases but the people they’re leaders of need feed and are seeing squat/
What does freedom cost?...30 grand a year?/
Pubs are closing, 35% tax on beer/
As a pacifist I can’t snack on fear/
Around this time the V for Vendetta Guy Fawkes mask appears/
And we stand to clash against the cavaliers/
Doing their bit to protect the elite few who have careers/
We can stand for change, but who will make the change?/
Labour, lib dem? With them it’ll stay the same/
Don’t get me started on the right wing matey cakes/
Choose either wage slavery or the great escape//

(Chorus)
Get those pennies…Make them pounds/
Work that job so you can rent that house/
Pay those bills…Play their game/
Write that will then you can dig your grave//

(JND)
A lot o't time still feels like I'm growing up/
Need to hold my wallet tighter, got me tryna sew it shut/
Bankers reap the bonus, we only know the cuts/
Lucky cos apart from the student loan I opened up/
And my credit card soaking up the costs approaching but/
‘Till my wage arrives, I'm still gonna owe as much/
For now I'm cutting back my social stuff on weekends/
It's all work and no play; the red zone repeats then/
Can't afford to see friends…though the drink's cathartic/
Instead I'll sit alone at home and sink my harvest/
'Specially when it's ten quid for six; a bargain/
Seems that budget's lookin' out for me, int this a party?!/
Course you'll find us down the bingo hall, high rollin'/
Splash my winnings on a Maccy D's and get the Diet Cokes in/
Unaware they're patronising, never mind I'll vote 'em/
Beer and Bingo keeps me apathetic while my library's closing/
My tiny mind won't ever understand their logic/
Selling off the Royal Mail and now it's worth twice as much?/
Then you wonder why our financial system's broken/
Billions in debt, it’s now a figure that we'll never touch//

(Chorus)
Get those pennies…Make them pounds/
Work that job so you can rent that house/
Pay those bills…Play their game/
Write that will then you can dig your grave//

(Addverse)
I live beneath the radar, and move alone undetected/
Disconnected the net, living like a leper cos the rest are a threat/
Got your soul paying tax on every breath that you get/
Cashing cheques for some paper that’s essentially debt/
They print it out and put a face on it/
Value may change cos the market won't stay solid/
And what I say is honest, I've gone and made a promise/
To box clever in the game and step away from office/
A better way to profit/
Cos I don't want a life of living 9 to 5/
Feeling every day's a grind/
In the morning wake to find I hate my job and change my mind/
And all the while I'm wasting time, I need to find a piece of…mine/
And some may say that that's selfish/
But I address the issue so I see it as selfless/
As I will not contribute to the monsters that help this/
Oppressive monitory obsession in which they've held us/
Hell bent on saying to hell with any parliament - this is Mr Nice Guy talking/
I walk the path of Guy Fawkes as I'm Luke sky-walking/
Stalking survivors getting laid out and torched when I wage war I play it like I'm some sort of sorcerer/ Mind frame Smarter than an outer space Martian/
Old school traits from the days of the Spartans/
I'm taking on the greats/
And can't wait to get started/
It's flame griller...//
Track Name: Possess The Quality
(Jon Richardson)
She points out there that the haters got to hate
And can I just say on behalf of the haters
We are out there 24/7, 365
To try and stop -ish like that happening…

(Addverse)
Well I maintain the effort/
Push to build the premise that may change the way that the game’s played forever/
Box clever to avoid the snakes/
Cos reptiles rep styles that'll spoil the stakes/
So give me the breaks, the fat loops, beats and bass/
I'm guaranteed to add the flavour if it's lacking in taste/
It's main course - no aperitif/
Quality imperative/
Cos all I hear is rappers chewing fat without a set of teeth…/
You better get your dentures in/
Oh I see you've got them gold ones with extra bling/
Stood grabbing on your crotch with a pretentious grin/
While that girl in your video pretends to sing/
Now I could lie and say I'm feeling it and keep my zen/
But when I speak I make it clear that I don't need the friends/
Plus I've seen it, stop with the repeating trends/
And dig deeper for that quality we keep within//

(JND)
It’s not summat you can buy, though they say time's money so/
I've spent mine fully tryna get mine gully bro/
Not your ten-a-penny rapper with that sucky flow/
Flame Grills brings more flavour than a cooking show/
And some'll savour it, some'll say it chuffin' blows/
When some are taken with it, others stay indisposed/
This northern accent maybe difficult to comprehend/
Or maybe it's the subject matter lacking in that common trend/
Expand horizons beyond the comfort zone you're in/
Cos if we didn't, wheels may never have been invented then/
Now I'm not saying this the reinvention/
But us three connecting's raised the bar higher than you'd been expecting/
…Possess the quality in three dimensions/
Rap's become social media and seeing mentions/
Online personas gettin' bigger tryna spread the word/
Guess I'll have to tweet it now, for anyone to be concerned//

(ExP)
The Flame Grillin-est/
Rap remains frivolous/
We stay rigorous/
Fakes prey to stay rid of us/
Hip-hop's Saint Nicholos back to save Christ-a-mas/
The anti-Superfly that emerged from the chrysalis/
...Whatcha mean you aint feelin us?/
We're paid pittance to make grillers and stay killin’ it/
Luke and Dan graft, my job is to sell cylinders/
Shouts to listeners without whom we'da have given up/
…And just recorded for our own benefit/
Don't believe for a second we won't never quit/
Triple negative, we're so fresh at it/
We got green grocers trying to peddle this/
It's so effortless.../
Well that's not actually true/
We bin working at this since teenagers and practiced it too/
I sacked off my school work to write tracks that were crude/
Never put ‘em out...but I don't doubt they were tools/
To improve the trade/
So the dues are paid/
Is it worth it in the long run? Too soon to say/
What a super shame if peoples’ views don’t change/
And the music I love remains abused and lame/
But, focus on the positive/
Don’t go near the politics/
And keep on making dopeness till the hopeless make apologies/
Promoting their atrocities/
Soaking in misogyny/
I’m hoping that they won’t but know they don’t possess the quality//

A few writers and producers possess the gift/
But these days nobody's a perfectionist/
That helps consistency but the question is.../
Will you be happy with that crap when you're pensioners?//
Track Name: No Evil
(ExP – see)

What have I learnt from relying on my optical nerve?/
That beauty can be painted on a horrible turd/
You can push it out in public to sing songs that you've heard/
And if enough people watch it it's the God of the earth/
What have you earnt, are you famous? If not when's your turn?/
Int your goal to make it big? Is that what you'd prefer?
What about music? Apparently that's not our concern/
We make judgements with our eyes, everybody's observed/
Out of 2 I'd give her one. Who's fatty? We're all to blame/
Forget people have names, and label ‘em as they came/
And saying they must be gay or make an outrageous claim/
We instinctively brand people again and again/
But it's time to fight the instincts and start with your eyes/
Cos for thousands of years the human heart has survived/
By relying on the eyes to tell it what is a threat/
And if something differs to you then it'll definitely get/
The better of your vexed level through jealousy and stress/
Or through ridiculing them for being intelligent or less/
You're a nerd, you're a thicko, you're too common and you're posh/
You're ugly, you dumb blonde, you're fat, go get a wash/
Meaningless labels make us feel superior to others/
When clearly it just covers, our fear of being discovered/
Found out as self-esteem-less weirdos who love their mothers/
It's just your eyes lying that causes us all to suffer//

(JND – hear)
Beats cookin', three stuck in your brain/
It's the same team pushin' with a stubborn refrain/
And my hands on my ears, keep ‘em covered today/
Not cos it's cold but from the stuff that they say…shhh/
And I'm not tryna hear it, guess that's why I'm switchin' off/
Lies spread quick and often truth's kept hidden, costs/
Proof gets missing too, top secret, miss the plot/
And if they think a rumour is that God's honest, flip 'em off/
Cos I don't wanna listen to it ‘less it's first hand/
Got me checkin' sources, not some Ragu out the tin can/
Gimme evidence not speculation/
And less so sprinkled with some hearsay; I'll take mine verbatim/
Straight from the horse’s mouth, never watered down/
By a talking head squawking out the teleprompter spout/
Take fact over fiction, read behind the quotes/
And I promise that you'll hear no evil in the lines I spoke//

(Addverse - speak)

Well since birth we've learned to use words to speak/
To determine the terms and in turn to teach/
As we yearn to reach the level they said that the Messiah can/
People preach love but then practice to frighten man/
I've got a brighter plan/
It's called a moral code/
You give respect and in return you get respect that's owed/
How to detect this mode/
In knowing what to do?/
Well it's the same in how you want others to be with you/
Simple as peekaboo, even as ABC/
Screaming like a baby isn't who I'm aiming to be/
Neither is complaining about how they're claiming we're free/
When really we're just slaves stuck in chains, paid a fee//
The profits in the prophecies/
Bible, Quran, politics/
Policies, robberies, atrocities, science and hostages/
I listened in to try and hear what the apostles did/
But lost it when I couldn't find the way in which the fossils fit/
I got the same faith as atheists but opposite/
Heard about the space age aliens it's obvious/
High flying lizards in the monarchy on top of us/
And drop it now cos that's the same hearsay that's stopping us/
I got a problem with dishonesty and violence/
Cos all I want to do is seek the truth and not meet liars/
In an instance I can segregate your sentences disguises/
I'm not meaning to be righteous/
I just know what's wrong from right cos…that's the truth//
Track Name: AJFA 2: Flipside
(ExP)
When the, three combine to speak our minds/
We seek to redefine with a new lease of life/
So be polite, and leave behind the need to find/
Cracks and creases in a piece we write/
We survive through the needless hype/
Cos teens lead the fight for who fails or succeeds tonight/
When you listen to the radio and scream it's shhh…/
We understand man it's flippin’ egregious right?/
But yo see, it's fine, we don't need that side/
We're all fellas with a job or two that lead our lives/
And do this cos we love it and we need to type/
A verse or two on Macs or PCs alike/
Cos there's very little out there that we hear and like/
Add our own to the mix, to be clear it's pride/
If you don't hear it fine, it'll disappear in time/
But honestly…it's less for your ears than mine\\

Simile emcees, with either pittance or degrees/
Become a bit of a disease and sound so similar to me/
...Every single lyric seems a setup to the next pun/
Every single track promotes smoking or they get drunk/
Every single verse makes out women to be pests and/
Only good for sex and movin’ on no question/
So tense hip-hop you've gotta be uptight/
Make sure you look right, and you Facebook nice/
Livin’ that middle class thug life, think you're Suge Knight/
And every bar they spit contains the word “like”.../
Honest to God, I can see why more often than not/
People are droppin’ off cos there's no proper hip-hop/
You hate ‘em for turning their back but what you're offering's not/
What they wanted, it's some top of the pops nonsense so stop/
There's an obvious plot to feed you the horrible broth/
They concoct in their cauldrons while you swallow the lot//

(Addverse)
Well some people seem surprised when I mention I rhyme/
Like they don’t expect a rapper to be pleasant and nice/
It seems I’ve got twice the manners of the average guy/
If you believe in the media and buy into the hype, so I/
Blaze up a Big L for the stereotype/
Not talking music, talking more about the berries I light/
I’m definitely high when I try and tune in with this though/
Never find me bumping and grinding down at the disco/
Cos only soul and passion could ever move me/
I never try and front like my life is a massive movie/
I keep it true see, I remain Superfly/
Lucy in the sky - while diamonds shine in my eyes/
So watch how we rise, Flame Griller fire flies/
Higher than an A380 flying through the skies/
So you can scrutinise, and even try and mug us off/
But then you’d be a victim of the reasons why the love is lost//

(JND)
You can try too hard to be summat you're not/
But you weren't meant to blend in as one of the flock/
Work for the weekend int the cut of our cloth/
We put in graft for our loved ones to cover the costs/
But most rappers are bums though/
They've cash for the wraps, still bask in the blunt smoke/
And all the while as they're lacking the funds for/
Anything but more than that in their lungs or/
A bag at the front door/
That's if they home deliver/
If they don't, they're prolly outside and known to shiver/
And those that's getting paid by it: few and far between/
And some'll never make it, for us this art's the dream/
I call it art because it's that to me/
These words I piece together, only hope that you can catch the meaning/
If you don't, I won't be losing sleep/
Cos when I write a verse to music, well it's something that I do for me//
Track Name: Balance
(ExP) 
I was...thinking of quitting but decided just to chill a bit/ 
Married, pushing 30, got a house but I am still a kid/ 
Prefer to stay up late and wake up late, smoke a spliff and drink/ 
The grown up knows I shouldn't and should use some chuffin' discipline/ 
Not much point to life if you're not livin’ it/ 
But not much point burning for half as long, cos your light was twice as brilliant/ 
Too old to be doin' well for my age/ 
Too young to be giving up anything at this stage/ 
I just get rid of it/ 
Inconveniences and time wasters that thrive making my life basically 5 eighths of it nice/ 
The rest is admin…
patience in line…
waiting for my opportunity to break out and find the sun rays and the shine/ 
Sittin' in nice environments/ 
Sipping a pint of Heineken/ 
Isn't this nice, I'm finding life isn't a grind I'm smiling and/ 
I've risen from schneidy mindlessness/ 
Hatin' what I don't like/ 
Enjoy what I do/ 
Ignore the rest, if you don't mind/ 
Forget your head, clear your diary of negativity/ 
Others seem to travel faster, that’s the theory of relativity/ 
All this pessimism seems like you’re trailing and beat/ 
But you’ve gotta fail to succeed or you’ll fail to succeed// 

(Addverse) 
Now trust me I can tell what you're thinking cos I've been thinking it/ 
Yeah, rap sank but I swam from that sinking ship/ 
And brought a little bit back from the boat/ 
To plant the seed in the hope that it grows/ 
And takes hold, so the scene can evolve/ 
And in itself reap the benefit/ 
Rappers sacrificing themselves in attempt to sell a hit/ 
But still I keep it relevant if anything, and/ 
I never sell out cos that's never been a part of my plan/ 
I remember why I started as an artist in my heart it is cathartic/ 
Doesn't matter what position I am charted/ 
If the mainstream's pop, then the stream remains retarded/ 
In a stagnant cess pool of name-any-artist/ 
So I lose faith, switch off, two faced hip-hop has left me with a sour taste/ 
Listen and allow my grapes to grace the taste buds of anybody listening/ 
I'm tryna find a balance to stop me from falling in again// 

(JND) 
ExP was thinking of quitting, I was thinkin’ of quitting too/ 
Forget rap, and watch the telly in the sitting room/ 
But sometimes, all you need is a break/ 
Appreciate what you’re missing, no more beats on the brain/ 
No more crate diggin’, leave the domain/ 
You want the reasons explained, it’s never easy, life can creep in the way/ 
Before you know it, many seasons have changed/ 
Now you’re feeble and grey, 50 years for a measly wage/ 
Just enough to cover feed and ya stay/ 
But you’ll never own the house that you sleep in and/ 
Really if you feel what I say, peace to you, you know what’s eating my brain/ 
Not the booze, speed, weed or cocaine/ 
It’s my moods, needs, greed and the pain/ 
That you feel tryna keep it contained/ 
Fill the pages, all my demons within reach of my scheme to retain/ 
Some sanity, releasing my strain, cos it’s a balance that can easily sway // 
You what...?
Track Name: 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: 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: AJFA 3: Care
(Addverse)
I don’t care for what you’re selling me, it’s all irrelevant/
Shoved down my throat cos the enemy is prevalent/
The media is nothing but the devil with an element of/
Evil dictator in the room...on an elephant/
See I’m not saying I don’t care about anything/
It’s more a case of standing in the face of embezzlement/
And telling them the television’s lying like the rest of them/
Magazines and the newspapers lay testament/
Moguls of the music make us focus our amusement/
They let you vote so then you feel controlling of the movement/
Like you’ve got a say in who wins, I say it’s never worth a dime/
Telling me it’s jade but, I can tell it’s serpentine/
It don’t deserve my time, I call it counterfeit/
So stop it with the gossip cos honestly I’m not down with it/
I’d rather do without and skip to fighting fair/
So you can stick you’re propaganda cos…//

(Chorus)
(Addverse)

I don’t care/
For your social grooming and gross pollution/
I hope you see why I don’t care/
For the next sensation to bless the nation/
I don’t care/
For your banking system cos I’m the victim/
I hope you see why I don’t care/
For your laws and statutes and criminal acts too/
I don’t care//

(JND)
Some things I do care about, others I don't/
Take, for instance, anything that goes beyond my control/
If I can't change or influence what's bound to occur/
Then what's the point in worrying about the possible turn of events?/
Circling when, I need my head clear instead of being burdened with them/
But sometimes I care when I shouldn't/
Feel my heart strings as if they're there for the plucking/
That's when I'm aware of the sudden surge in my stomach/
Anxious, in search of an answer dispersed in the subject/
It's your brain and body's way of interpreting something/
Need to change my thinking or prepare for destruction/
And the second's never an option, nah, not where I come from/
Funny when the plot forming causes disruption/
To the way you normally function, it's all in your mind/
And every single thought is warped in abundance/
But to say I don't care, when I do is possibly lies//

(Chorus)
(Addverse)

I don’t care/
For your social grooming and gross pollution/
I hope you see why I don’t care/
For the next sensation to bless the nation/
I don’t care/
For your banking system cos I’m the victim/
I hope you see why I don’t care/
For your laws and statutes and criminal acts too/
I don’t care//
(ExP)
I don't care except about the consequence/
I'd love to face my troubles with nonchalance/
Like my boredom with burdens reduced me to unconsciousness/
…Just have the confidence to hold onto the obvious/
That come insignificance or prominence it'll all resolve in a coffin, hunched/
Some songs and stuff, then to a pub for a solid lunch/
Some nice comments but, that's prolly where it ends/
A few memories eventually they're gone along with friends/
We're all goners that descended from homo-sapiens/
...Competent enough to fashion tools from odds and ends/
Use ‘em to hunt for food, now we’re choosing which one to choose/
After I made the choice between two hundred and forty two/
Other choices, first world problems I've got enough of ‘em/
But sustenance and comfort is something I've an abundance of/
Maslow's hierarchy of needs, I heartily eat/
And disregard that I breathe easy, don't live out on the street/
Once I reach the fourth column on the chart it's esteem/
And how much confidence I have in my art and my dreams/
That's where I start to defeat myself and I can't really see/
A day in the future where I'll suddenly be calm and relieved/
And accept what I am, move onto self-actualising/
Too narcissistic a linguist to start sacrificing/
Be charitable, enlightened and bring hope from despair/
Cos beyond my own selfish needs I don't really care//
Track Name: Kurts
(Kurt)
If you’re training that hard you shouldn’t even be able to communicate…
You should be that out of breath and sweating and…
(Addverse)
Focused
(Kurt)
Yeah yeah
(Guy)
I sweat me

(JND)
If there's time and a place, there's a place and a time/
If there's time and a place, there's a place and a time/
If there's time and a place, there's a place and a time/
And here’s the place and the time, here’s the place and the time//

(JND)
And it's hotter than a mother so, pass the cold brew/
No pantry warm bubbles, grab my old shoes/
Playin’ frisbee in the park, have a kickabout/
Any chumps wanna stay indoors gotta kick em out/
See this weather doesn't stick around forever, no/
Enjoy it while it lasts, that’s the message,
(ExP)
Tell ‘em bro/
(JND)
I got a bag of cans, so if you want a Stella say/
Life is good whatever place when the Sun is round your way/
You see housed estates raving like there’s no tomorrow/
And middle classers do the same without the cops that follow/
In Bradford, Bassline's the soundtrack to summer here/
And if you aren't bumping that, they look as if you're chuffin' weird/
Gimme some hip-hop to vibe with on a summer’s day/
Appreciate the sunny haze, even if I'm cookin' mate/
Cos it doesn't half love to rain in Northern England/
So don't you dare moan about it, just soak it in love//

If there's time and a place, there's a place and a time/
If there's time and a place, there's a place and a time/
If there's time and a place, there's a place and a time/
And here’s the place and the time, here’s the place and the time//

(ExP)
Flame Flame gristle with a bone to pick/
A vocalist with a barbecue and loads of ribs/
Six Heinekens int fridge, tryna toke a spliff/
Like I’m 21 again and my lungs don’t exist/
I was young back then, I wanted a big career/
As a lyricist you hear that’ll never disappear/
But I lived a bit, it’s clear - prefer my privacy and peers/
Just some lyrics and some beers - and burgers in a chiminea/
Me and the missus clinking cheers/
Thinking that it’s weird, we’re lucky just to live upon this sphere/
Pleased as the punch we drink for every minute that we’re here/
Doing nowt, listening to birds singing that are near/
Course the state of living is severe/
Media and politicians are giving us the fear/
But I didn’t shed a tear, for every chicken that I seared/
On my grill, over the coals, I had for dinner…which is weird/
Cos they existed to be reared and quickly became speared/
On a skewer with some marinade till the juice was crystal clear/
We worry ‘bout the little things, big things grind the gears/
But keep killing animals to grill ‘em at this time of year//

(BBC reporter)
It has already been an exceptional summer
But today temperatures soared higher than ever before
Each passing day of this heatwave has made record temperatures more likely
And it happened this afternoon

(Addverse)
Give me a blue sky with no clouds anytime/
I never do the rain dance even when it's very dry/
Man I can bask in the heat like a gecko I/
Love the smell of sun cream when temperatures are getting high/
So don't forget to apply the factor 25/
A hat to cool your head and sunnies to protect your eyes/
And my drink aint any size, mine’s a pint/
Unless you're bringing sunshine in which case I'll find a pipe/
Best believe the hype, summertime is where it's at/
I love to see the girls wearing clothes that are barely that/
And get ‘em staring back, except they never do/
If you said I never work out then I guess it's true/
They say I need to spend a week down muscle beach/
Flexing the upper dorsumus then I'll get to peak/
But as for that I switch off like the television/
Rather spend my time chillin’ sitting on the jetty fishing//

(JND)
If there's time and a place, there's a place and a time/
If there's time and a place, there's a place and a time/
If there's time and a place, there's a place and a time/
And here’s the place and the time, here’s the place and the time//
Track Name: 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: Actually 14
(Addverse)
It's never gift wrapped/
That's why the clever never sit back/
There's no silver spoon in the bottom of your crisp bag/
Or hidden in your Big Mac, time to grow and consume food that can give back/
A positive impact/
Exercise is the best way you can slim fast/
Forget the Slim Fast and get yourself to a gym class/
Better still I recommend you only ever chill/
When you've finished learning every single skill that you still lack/
And I aint telling you, I guess I'm telling me/
This is more a message to myself who I be proud to be/
It's not a semi-detached, terraced or standing free dwelling built by someone else, when what I need's a house for me/
And yeah I have doubts, I'm bound to, it’s natural/
Gotta turn my faith to a reality that's practical/
And act on what I have to do...to reap the benefit/
And pass the rest to someone else cos selfish means the end of it/
I've gotta do it myself, and not pretend that this is ever gonna happen if I don't make an attempt at it/
Sensitive censorship, too late to hide away/
When life's in your face with the power of a tidal wave/
An idle day’s a waste of time if you're a mile away/
And even in a comfy old town where the skies are grey/
You've got to find escape, to try improve your health/
You gotta do it right and don't depend on no-one else//

(Chorus x2)
If you want summat done right do it yourself/
It's up to you, to make those moves that help/
It's no use, to feel blue and choose to dwell/
You've gotta get up, get out and do it yourself//

(JND)
Even if you're tryna live the dream, you gotta pay the bills/
We don't get paid to chill, under t'covers laying still/
But motivation's hard to find when it's raining, brill/
Plus the gale's blowin', an' getting up's against my will/
I stay determined, though the weather’s not conducive to it/
If I don't push myself, well, no-one else'll do it/
Split my wages down the middle with my Dad because/
We work together, and 50/50's how we settle costs/
I only trust my family plus a couple friends I have/
And even when I'm troubled, usually it's Ben I'll ask/
It's funny; trust is summat some'll never grasp/
Some friendships never last, think twice before you tell 'em that/
Yeah, I'm reliable or maybe I'm just gettin' gassed/
I keep my circle close, outside of it I'm setting traps/
If you're tryna stay ahead, be careful, there's so many cats/
Out for themselves, just remember that//

(ExP)
I'm the...yin and yang of organised and disorganised/
Meeting in the middle is this thing I call a life/
I'm not saying I'm OCD and tortured and traumatised/
But if I said I love losing control I'm talking lies/
I'm the sort of guy who needs structure, nevertheless/
The image of my soul's reflected in the mess of my desk/
My head is obsessed with keeping things together and blessed/
But inside my studio looks like the wreck of Celeste/
I got no time for cleaning, and won't find the reason/
For not goin' buyin' some weed and then smoke mine int evening/
I'm so tired of wheezing - should concentrate on exercise/
Focus on the people who love me and forge a better life/
The zealous type, pursue my passions as they intensify/
The jealous type...hate that my fame in rapping never climbed/
See it as a blessing like, cos I still made success of life/
Without having to confront my integrity and let it slide/
Close family see me as lazy and disorderly/
If my mates need summat organised then they call on me/
Always a baby to my family and a Dad to my friends/
The stoner Uni dropout, I had to depend/
On a supportive family, I'm thankful for the cash that they lent/
Or I'da bin stuck with a lifetime of grafting for rent/
I wanted to DIY my broken life but damn, in the end/
I pretty much relied entirely on my family to mend//
Track Name: 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: Sleep
(ExP)
Quick few bars before I hit the hay/
Waking at a reasonable hour just int the way/
Mate...I even sleep in on Christmas Day/
Live life in the moment that ticks away/
Let's head to the dream zone of Crystal Maze/
Didn't get drunk or even have a spliff today/
I'm still yawning like I worked from the first hint of day/
Put the graft in and didn't get in ‘till late/
Do some pro-resting when I'm protesting/
If I woke early an afternoon nap is so tempting/
Those senses that feel so tense just don't enter in/
The unconsciousness my soul sends in a moment and/
Those seconds become whole remnants of old legends/
...A bold sentence but probably true:/
I could sleep for the rest of my life and some days that's all I wanted to do/
Nodding off for a snooze whether or not I've had a coffee or two/
Only get up to pop to the loo/
Back under a duvet before it can properly lose/
The heat of a night's sleep, I've got nothing to do/
Some people say that once they wake they can't sleep...ahh mate/
That's a harsh fate, once I sleep I can't wake/
I avoid early starts like the plague/
Cos there int a chance in hell I'm getting up at 9 today/
My mind's escaped, suffice to say I put in grind/
But if I'm tired I break/
Sleep deprivation: the bull's horn through the china plate/
About 2pm is my kinda time of day/
Still stay on the down-low like Pirate bay/
Narcoleptic anonymous but signed my name/
“Hi, my name's Ben and I'd like to say/
I love my bed, sleeping late, and not trying to wake”/
Some say it's a sign you're weak or sign you're fake/
If you treat your life like you're trying to hibernate/
You queue in traffic, pillows are the only lines I face/
Engaged to the cousin of death till my dying day//

(Chorus x2)
Trying to get some sleep...tryna get to sleep...

(Addverse)
Now I can spend a lot of time tryna count some sheep/
I've even got to a thousand without the sleep/
I'm not yawning or nothing now/
Thoughts I'd forgot about/
Stalk as I sit, sipping Horlicks to knock me out/
It's all about any method I can dream up/
To drift down the stream, little effort is the theme son/
Late night meditate, me and sleep team up/
Got to give my head a break and try make a dream come/
Twilight twinkles in my eyesight, moonlight shines bright/
Taurus to Gemini, night night/
Wait for the age of Aquarius, sleep in delirious/
And wake when the solstice is nearing us/
Circle the earth my procession of the equinox/
Alignment occurs when I'm conscious my head is lost/
Divide time like, space I can get across/
Mind's on the Zodiac signs and the Pentecost/
Angelic paradox, interstellar quest of a spirit filled celestial...fighting off the demigods/
Climbing ascension of the mind/
Like divine intervention at a time when I'm moving with a rapid eye/
Nightmares happen I, fly from the land to sky/
Mind fully conscious, unconsciously passing by/
Intense and graphic my, sixth sense is sickening/
Feel myself slipping as the REM's kicking in/
Dreams of the Nephilim, schemes of the head it seems/
Demons can penetrate, and intercept every scream/
Sleep paralysis keeps me in static bliss/
Deep in the magic, believing it can exist/
And I'm asleep while defeating my challenges/
Only when I wake will I feel what the damage is/
Mentally back track and write down the sentences/
Try crack the code to decipher these messages...//

(Chorus x2)
Trying to get some sleep...tryna get to sleep...

(JND)
I don't get enough of it/
And when I do, then the trouble hits/
That’s when I'm losing, so up I get/
No time to snooze; pull the covers quick/
And if I do get to bed too soon then it's rubbish, this/
Guy's not designed to reside in the land of nod/
I'll survive with a few less hours, watch/
I work till I'm truly tired, then it's time to hop/
Round to the studio, recording all the rhymes I've got/
See I'm tryna live the dream, instead of dreamin’ 'bout it/
Cos when I sleep I'm not dreamin’ 'bout it/
The dream I'm found in could be me on mountains high, dragon slaying/
Or being chased by summat that I'm tryna hide away from/
Don't get me wrong, I love a good kip, there's nothing truer/
But only when I'm exhausted can I see it through to/
The next morning and it's time for work/
Even if it's Sunday, I'm still rising, my plots to earn/
Lots...the earth was made for me to conquer it/
Not to spend time trapped in a nondescript/
Haze, what I did escapes, so often it's a waste/
What’s the point of getting’ lost up in the maze/
Of my own sub-consciousness telling me things/
That I can't or won't remember when I wake from my dreams/
And it seems when I have ‘em, I'm not sleeping as well/
Restless, so you can keep your dreams to yourself//

(Outro x4)
Trying to get some sleep
Track Name: 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: Personal Hygiene
(Chorus)
You've gotta sort out your personal hygiene/
Wash behind your neck and your ears/
You've gotta sort out your personal hygiene/
And trim your nosehair once in a year/
You've gotta sort out your personal hygiene/
Brush your teeth twice in a day/
You've gotta sort out your personal hygiene/
Or go and take your body odour away//

(ExP)
Back in the day I shook hands with everyone that I met/
That type of greeting always commands the fullest respect/
Started hanging out with some dudes who were fist bumping instead/
Always felt antisocial but they were fully correct/
Cos people don't wash their hands when they've been and they've flushed the pan/
For reasons they understand, like diseases are just a scam/
They pee and they touch the flush but then eagerly clutch your hand/
Be hygienic and clean 'em before leaving you bloody tramp/
I've taught at too many schools and I've lost all hope/
Cos more often than not the toilet had got no soap/
The reason they don't replace it? God don't know/
A thousand disease carriers who romp on home/
And pass it to their parents, who get ill and it's relentless/
So they then get sacked cos they lacked the correct attendance/
The family have to sell up, take crack and be homeless when it/
Only happened cos the school didn't fill up their soap dispensers!//

(Chorus)
You've gotta sort out your personal hygiene/
Wash behind your neck and your ears/
You've gotta sort out your personal hygiene/
And trim your nosehair once in a year/
You've gotta sort out your personal hygiene/
Brush your teeth twice in a day/
You've gotta sort out your personal hygiene/
Or go and take your body odour away//

(Addverse)
There's many times when I be traveling and trapped in the rush/
On a train, waiting for a plane or catching the bus/
Whether I'm sat down or standing up, changing my pose/
I guarantee there's always someone infiltrating my nose/
And I understand not everybody has this similar view/
But I know that what smells of sh...to me, smells of it to you/
There's no excuse for never using the launderette/
A little soap and water can ensure that you don't endure more sweat/
Cos Sure is a sure bet...conditioner's perfect/
So go ahead and grab that L'orèal cos you're worth it/
And don't let that dirt stick, p-pick up that Persil/
And give your jeans the wash in the machine they deserve dude/
Look, now I aint saying I'm the cleanest I can be/
So fresh and so clean, aint no-one as dope as me/
I am merely just observing and telling you what I see/
Or should I say what I'm smelling, it's like cheddar and feet//

(Chorus)
You've gotta sort out your personal hygiene/
Wash behind your neck and your ears/
You've gotta sort out your personal hygiene/
And trim your nosehair once in a year/
You've gotta sort out your personal hygiene/
Brush your teeth twice in a day/
You've gotta sort out your personal hygiene/
Or go and take your body odour away//

(JND)
Yeah, we all need a shower at the start of the day/
So go to B&M and part with your change/
Coz Lynx is on offer at the moment, get that bodywash cheap/
Won't be breaking the bank to smell fresher, Fabreeze/
Your clothes if you need to and no forgetting your teeth/
I swear it's all there, it's the deal of the week/
Are you reaching for that Brut just for under your arms/
Or the Old Spice improving your charm/
I might tolerate you more if you smell pleasant/
Avoid that aroma of dead pheasant/
Cos when you smell like Rab C Nesbitt looks/
Got me reaching for that Glade plus a sick bag cos/
Your body odour's offensive in more ways/
Than Sex Panther by Odeon emptying hallways/
The bath is your friend, not your arch nemesis/
Next time your smelly friend offends your nostrils, tell ‘em this//

(Chorus)
You've gotta sort out your personal hygiene/
Wash behind your neck and your ears/
(Like your Mum said)
You've gotta sort out your personal hygiene/
And trim your nosehair once in a year/
(At least once in a year)
You've gotta sort out your personal hygiene/
Brush your teeth twice in a day/
(Floss and rinse)
You've gotta sort out your personal hygiene/
Or go and take your body odour away//
Track Name: AJFA 5: Wants
(Chorus x2)
(ExP)
But if you want summat/
And you get summat/
Then you'll want summat else 'till the next summat/
Then the next summat...then the next summat/
And that first thing we wanted is dead to us//

(JND)
I guess I'm lucky, there int much that I want for/
Except a couple things, I wish the government was more/
Accommodating to the thoughts, ideas that are put forth/
About the planet, its inhabitants, us all/
Affected by it, and we can see the caps are melting/
Plans for fracking backed by those in power tryna sell it/
But I'm not buying that/
They're too addicted to those fossil fuels to find the cash to back up any kind of plan/
Investing in renewables, that's where the future is/
They say it isn't, pushing nuclear, refuse to shift/
But look at Fukushima, leaking radiation/
Chernobyl 30 years later still irradiated/
They won't ingratiate us, as we poison Earth/
We all need oxygen and water on this rock that burns/
As if we're turning up the thermostat/
Cos global warming is an issue that needs working at/
So while you're scrambling for money in your zero hours contract/
Or floating on your yacht to Monte Carlo sipping Cognac/
Think about the bigger picture, cos we need this planet/
It doesn't need us, damnit...it doesn't need us damnit//

(Chorus x2)
(ExP)
But if you want summat/
And you get summat/
Then you'll want summat else 'till the next summat/
Then the next summat...then the next summat/
And that first thing we wanted is dead to us//

(ExP)
All I ever wanted was to be the first sperm to the egg/
And develop arms and legs/
And then, all I ever wanted was to be born/
Then all I wanted was to be warm/
And the fluid in my lungs to be gone/
Then all I ever wanted was food/
And as I grew, all I wanted was to have a bad attitude and be in a mood/
All I ever wanted was to speak/
Then all I ever wanted was to run for a week/
When our dog died all I wanted...was a dog and.../
I blagged my folks 'til they got one/
Went to watch Bradford City, all I wanted was success/
A year or two in the Prem, Gary Walsh in the net/
All I ever wanted was to pass my GCSEs/
Cos my Dad said I'd never get an average of Bs/
All I ever wanted was to rub it in that I did/
And during A-level classes all I wanted was a spliff/
All I wanted after that was to leave my house/
My parents would never understand so I'm getting out/
All I wanted was to spend the rest of my life with this one lass/
Soon all I ever wanted was the opposite of that/
All I wanted was a job that didn't crush me with stress/
So I applied to Uni and…hoped they'd accept/
All I wanted was to skip every lecture and tuition/
Had no interest being there but it beat earning a living/
Then all I wanted was a place for me and the love of my life/
Studio down the drive also would have been nice/
All I wanted was the label and the cypher to thrive/
Then all I wanted was the quiet life away from prying eyes/
I just wanted a nice time with me and the wife, right/
All I wanted was a dog again to have by my side/
Then all I wanted was Flame Griller back in the spot/
Currently no-one can tell me I can't have what I want//

(Chorus x2)
(ExP)
But if you want summat/
And you get summat/
Then you'll want summat else 'till the next summat/
Then the next summat...then the next summat/
And that first thing we wanted is dead to us//

(Addverse)
I know they say given the time your wounds can heal/
But I spend a lot of mine tryna soothe the deal/
Because the cards that I’ve got are so hard to play/
I might as well throw half away/
Still I can’t escape, need a new aim to start my day/
And ignore my broken heart, that’s part to blame/
When I buy it a gift, or try and give it a lift/
It's never satisfied, telling me there's summat I’ve missed/
I could treat my heart to dinner at a place for the rich/
Buy a holiday, new car, blaze a spliff/
Nearly lose my right arm, and someone save it quick/
I'd probably still feel the pain from an ache that won’t fix/
So, most the time it's got me looking like a schizo/
But retail therapy was always hit and miss though/
I tried to take my sorry self to the disco/
Drank 2 pints, sacked it off and got a lift home/
So now I’ve got to try and formulate another plan/
Unless I’m happy thinking unhappy is what I am/
It's like the balance of the inner yin and yang that’s super sensitive/
I know my moods pick and choose the sentiments of everything...//
Track Name: Lost Yourself
(JND)
I think we're meant to fall down, I'd maybe say designed for it/
And it's only then when you can choose on how your life is lived/
You could decide to stay upset about the kind of shh...that happens/
We'd all like to shift the balance when it tries to tip/
Many different things to fathom causing madness here/
A million twists tryna plan life and damn careers/
Billions facing bank arrears, realise the cancer's near/
Burying our heads and don't forget to blank your ears/
But you need to keep your spirits higher when you're losing/
Cos even Flanders had a meltdown when things confused him/
So aware of the big illusion/
Don't get suckered into that, cos it's a trap to anyone who isn't moving/
Start to lose yourself, then think 'Confucius says'/
And sink those blues away with some advice to use today/
"Our greatest glory's not in never falling down/
But in getting up every time we do', that's where it's sorted it out//

(Chorus x2)
(JND)
If you choose to be oblivious/
(You've lost yourself)
If you're taking yourself too serious/
(You've lost yourself)
And if you're saying you aren't hearing us/
(You've lost yourself)
And sometimes it's hard to tell when you've lost yourself//

(Addverse)
Well one minute I'm sky high then the next I'm not/
I try and fix it, but end up depressed a lot/
I'm straight twisted, yin and yang balance not applicable/
I'm more like a tank slapper trying not to hit the wall/
And life's difficult, sometimes impossible/
I'm climbing up the biggest hill to find another obstacle/
That’s why I'm never over it, yeah I know I'm stressing out/
Never helps to shout when what's required is a quiet mouth/
That’s why I write it down, it helps me figure stuff/
But it's pretty tough to smooth out that little bit of rough/
And stiffen up my upper lip, to see the positives/
'Specially when I'm drawing more funds than I deposit in/
I'm giving in because I’m lost as hell/
And I was up now I'm going through this dodgy spell/
And from the tears in my eyes you can probably tell/
That's why I’m looking at the skies asking God for help...//

(Chorus x2)
(Addverse)
If you're killing for religion then/
(You've lost yourself)
If it's just money that you're living for/
(You've lost yourself)
Either you fight and never give in or/
(You've lost yourself)
And sometimes it's hard to tell when you've lost yourself//

(ExP)
I lost myself in my own private life/
Decided that a 9 to 5 was by the by/
And strived to live a life that I could kinda like/
Instead of always looking through the pirate’s eyes/
One eye on the loot I desire that shines/
The other lost in fighting times/
For the sake of the same treasure that I was trying to find/
A currency I couldn't see had blinded my survival mind/
The fight or flight, reprogrammed to chasing of the paper/
Either Facebooking or favouriting some vagrant on a caper/
My phone was sacred to me mate: gave basis to be famous/
But I found myself and hate it now, creates a world of fakers/
You'll take it on a date, let it break your conversation/
Tell the world you're having fun, filter a facelift onto nature/
Disgraced that so much great stuff has faded as I saved ‘em up/
My likes, retweets and favourites, can I trade these for angel dust?!/
A social network made for us so we can paste our faces up/
Lost ourselves to saying guff, while true beauty changed to dust//

(Chorus)
(ExP)
...(You've lost yourself)
If you just posted a selfie then/
(You've lost yourself)
If you know nothing but still tell me then/
(You've lost yourself)
And sometimes it's hard to tell when you've lost yourself/
...If you're lolling at your trolling then
(You've lost yourself)
If you just posted a selfie then/
(You've lost yourself)
If you know nothing but still tell me then/
(You've lost yourself)
And sometimes it's hard to tell when you've lost yourself//