(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//
credits
from I & II (vinyl),
released July 31, 2015
(B. Goodwin, D. Edley, L. Bland, V. Flint)
Produced by Jas0nBeats & ExP
Additional trumpet by Vicky Flint
Written by ExP, Addverse & JND)
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024
supported by 6 fans who also own “A6 - Where We Live (reprise)”
Easily the most interesting and lyrically impressive new hip hop record I’ve heard for years. Had me grooving, smiling, agreeing with almost every word and brought a tear to my eye. My wife loves it and she won’t usually even have hip hop on. Gets better with every listen, I’m still discovering new little pearls in it. Great set of beats on it too. Top work mate.
Got to go back to the first album and discover that now. filauge