(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?//