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No Summer
03:36
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I am the show-stopper, the showrunner
It's been a minute since I've known hunger
Probably be inside for the whole Summer
Sit back helpless and watch as businesses go under
Still governed by what we buy and sell
You're only as valuable as your clientele
And I be in the back garden high as Hell
Living la vida furlough, it's only right, I might as well
But pay respects to all the keyworkers
The bodies pile up, all I see is tearjerkers
Take it on the chin? All I hear is we're worthless
It's not far fetched, the description is near murders
Boris took us for a damn ride
Ventilators, short supply, he's got one on standby
Now as the blood on his hands dries
Another man cries, can't be there when his Mam dies
So tell me who's your host this evening?
How many deaths reported in your postal region?
Serving up this roast I'm beefing
The part-timer that missed all the Cobra meetings
So deceiving, I just want the truth with no delaying
I'm just saying, we need more than thoughts and praying
But the media'd have us believe we're past the point of saving
Shirking responsibility to those who won't stay in
You
Cancel plans 'cause there's no Summer
Not until we see low numbers
We're all in it for the whole struggle
Ooh
We've been living in our own bubble
I can't say this is no trouble
But it's just a wobble, no we won't crumble
To us it's a hospital, them it's a murder scene
Consistent budget cuts demonstrate they don't care for we
But congrats on your paternity
Eton boy in training, never see the same world as me
I feel sorry for his married women
In some way, I even feel sorry for Carrie Symonds
How long til the next one who has to carry children
And him and the general public already forgot about Wilfred?
Impoverished families earning nowt for bread
Real leaders wouldn't stop til all mouths are fed
Past week, it's another fifteen thousand dead
But apparently we're past the peak, so lockdown could end
As long as everyone panics and rushes out to spend
And landlords still collect extortionate amounts of rent
Give it a few months and see how they now forget
Why did I bother? I shouldn't have even got out of bed
You
Cancel plans 'cause there's no Summer
Not until we see low numbers
We're all in it for the whole struggle
Ooh
We've been living in our own bubble
I can't say this is no trouble
But it's just a wobble, no we won't crumble
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Supa Star
04:16
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Let the bell ding and we're straight back to square one
No light shooting through the tunnel, lost my flare gun
At this stage, everyone's just like "fair one"
Restrictions are meaningless, it's nowt like the first one
I'm writing in between calls at my desk
Let it all off my chest, not a soul that's not depressed
They won't cut us any slack and say working's a privilege
I'm facing the sack, so I'm struggling to give a shit
In these hard times, I'm Mr. Clean with the toothpaste
Stay behind targets, Listerine for how that boot tastes
Hurdles to vault-a, no Travolta, never lose face
Me, I'm the spotter, see it happen, never moved weight
Whole planet in submission with a stunning application
With no end in sight, because you're shunning vaccinations
And every press conference is another laceration
I probably could stay in but still I lack the patience
You know what? I could have been a superstart but then I got 2stoned
Jalland Street's gone so I had to bring the group home
Clocking on now, shit, who needs a new phone?
Be out in Julember, just boxing off a few loans
Rapscallion, scallywag battalion
Rosé the whole day, the night I'm getting carried in
I need a nice rich family I can marry in
Still pimp it on the sly, yeah I Leisure Suit Larry it
For now we're all stuck inside, man shit is great
Nowt to look forward to, what do you anticipate?
For a crumb of joy, what stands in the way?
My life's demanding a pay of a grand in a day but
You can have it for £8.72 and hour
'Cause the flat's fucking freezing and my milk's going sour, ugh
In emergency, I've tanned off the power
I couldn't be further from that Ivory Tower, superstar
My Covid cough strong enough to bring a swollen jaw
Handle loose, I broke the door, won't find me at home no more
You got a biff? Well roll up four, who's arsed if you broke the law?
Telling the boys I love 'em at the top of my vocal chords
Wish I could flick a switch to magic out a better me
But no swish-and-flick could create something that I'll never be
An entry fee for therapy, least about a tenner each
The gaff's a murder scene, but tonight I'm cooking Emma tea
'Cause I'm a star, high scores from the Michelin
Still lacking focus, no prescription on the Ritalin
Maybe one day we'll all start to live again
Stranger things have happened and nowt can get shitter than
This predicament of missing youth, look what we didn't do
Need that Love Island Summer back, what's this we're living through?
Every word on this page that I've writ' is truth
But I'm still aloof, dead society, I'm living proof
Perform an awkward dance, for punishment, I walk the plank?
Do you recognise me? Oh yeah I seen you on Talk to Frank
Corking tramp, I be boujee and a baghead
All left swipes but look cool on cam my Dad said
A mucky pup, I don't need to get a better style
Slouching on them leather tiles, getting rinsed by Jezza Kyle
Sometimes I wake up and think "how could I ever smile?"
Dark dog days, man I'm feeling like a feral child
But anyways, I'm getting off mate, my break's over
Proper bored of the games we play, still bumping Daytona
More chance of game over than a rave sober
Plenty exercise 'cause I can't afford a dayrover
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3. |
Got This
03:07
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You don't need to worry about nowt mate, I've got this
Joint in my mouth for time, but it's not lit
Just walked out the door, oh shit, did I lock it?
Meeting at work, not arsed mate, stop it
I don't give a fuck about the company's profits
Resent every minute that I spend in this office
I'm just tryna get it wavy, popping
I'm sure I'm right, go ahead, Davy Crockett
I don't know if I love this song, or I'm just in love with Meg thee Stallion
It's a little bit of both, got a little bit of hope that I'll make a belter album
At the end of my rope, spit a little bit of dope, not worth me spending thousands
Like Ivan last housing, Dark Web browsing, straight up fucked on valium
In Argyle Avenue, place was magical, attitude like let's be having you
Nine hour deep clean, now it's back messy, look boys I'm gonna start slapping you
I'm no killjoy, I'm just being real boy, can't deal with your bad habits too
Nowadays I would, I wish I could, it's tragical, all mathematical
Shouts to Megan going ratchet, spazzing on this trap shit, I can boom bap with the rest of them
I'm flying from the nest, been rhyming with the best, don't compare me to ones I'm better than
On this rap scene, there's some lyrical Queens, and to me it's nowt but bless to them
But they get overlooked 'cause you old dumb fucks just say you wanna have sex with them
Really don't care if they're only on their thot shit, you look like a dickhead in the comments, stop it
If you're concerned about your daughters clocking, put the phone in your pocket when she tries unlocking
Hypocrite 'cause you can't stop watching, really hits the spot it's sorta like a popped zit
We know you ain't a prophet, why you tryna knock it, there with a rocket right in your pocket?
I'm aiming for an early finish, you should see when I pop, I'll be serving spinach
I'm hurt, I'm livid, struggling to earn a living with the words I've written, read 'em off the blurb, I'm vicious
Find my tasks at work ridiculous, tryna break and burst, go turn the business
To one without surplus, worthless shit cunts
Here's my notice, back there in six months
It's been too long, want a job for Snoop Dogg, full time just rolling bifters
But I aren't gonna wait around all day for ones with no soul to lift us
Someone told me they loathe The Simpsons? You've got no taste that's a Covid symptm
I'm ready to go the distance, always stay solid, never Boa Constrict 'em
I can scrub an immaculate kitchen, smack in my system, drying on the rack for the dishes
No chance of stacking them digits, even though I've sold out and I'm rapping in triplets
Turn down every gig, whether small or big, but I'm buzzin to play live again
So slow to react, fuck Corona Tax, make 3.5s cost £25 again
Could have stuck to my regular show then you never would know what these bars would sound like
Didn't know this fella could flow, I'm belling for snow, then we're off round town right?
I'm Martin, no Saint, think I bought the wrong paint so we'll have to paint the Town white
Outfit all stains, off out with my mates, top lads, let's have a sound night
Then I wake up in the morning, news starts to pour in, I just wanna punch a Tory
Oh it's all hunkydory, it's all balamory, it's all so fucking boring
On hold doing Lightico, still writing though, I can't do that upgrade
Pipes up "I'm a loyal customer", oh guess what? I couldn't give a fuck mate
I tell you what Matt Hancock'll get bopped
Integrity about as solid as a wet sock
Any scandal, he'll always get let off
Aww isn't he nice? Yeah Boris is the best boss
Gina Coladangelo, paid thousands though, and ooh, look what that mouth'll do
And they won't be held accountable, so fuck 'em all if they're taking piss out of you
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Nowt
02:48
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No dough, call me Skint Eastwood
Not a Post fan, I just know the beat's good
Shouting "free Palestine" til they're living peaceful
I'm premier with the pen, proud to serve East Hull
Ooh, in my Paul Parker Palace
On the Stella Throne, drinking straight out the chalice
Me and Luke shoot the clips, we do it with no malice
Til the workers lose their chains, used to share a room with Alice
Down Estcourt Street, my shifts all peak for the next four weeks
I'm up all night, I need to get more sleep
Til I make boss moves like a chessboard piece, wooo!
Fuck all in my pocket, I'm brassic
Know I'm studying all of the classics
Mobb Deep, Wu-Tang, I be loving all that shit
Swear down, I aren't arsed, you can't tell me nowt
Fuck all in my pocket, I'm brassic
Know I'm studying all of the classics
Mobb Deep, Wu-Tang, I be loving all that shit
Swear down, I aren't arsed, you can't tell me nowt
My socks holier than Prince William's
Fuck the Forbes List, redistribute the billions
Tryna be a legend but I'm looking like a silly cunt
Miryam looks Fabolous, she said "you be killin' 'em"
Name a dead horse that I'm flogging
24/7 you can catch me off me noggin
In North Hull for five minutes, seen Oraka out jogging
He said "when you gonna be dropping?", don't worry mate I'm on it
Ganj make sure the audio's clear
No feeling quite like when you hear the audience cheer
And I'm a gentleman, old lady's be calling me dear
Yeah you might be coming through but mate I'm already here
I'm sick with it, I'm quick witted, I di-did it
Since ki-kidicks told everyone I was wrist slitting
Ha! I'm with my honey watching Honey
It's work in the morning you know Queens get the money but
She doesn't wanna hear me emcee
Only here 'cause I know Donald BMT
He's got his gloves on ready for the one, two, three
You know what's coming when you hear that DING!
Swear down you get bopped lad
With the 1, 2 drop lad
The karate chop lad
Hez hez pop pop lad
Swear down you get bopped lad
With the 1, 2 drop lad
The karate chop lad
Hez hez pop pop lad
Fuck all in my pocket, I'm brassic
Know I'm studying all of the classics
Mobb Deep, Wu-Tang, I be loving all that shit
Swear down, I aren't arsed, you can't tell me nowt
Fuck all in my pocket, I'm brassic
Know I'm studying all of the classics
Mobb Deep, Wu-Tang, I be loving all that shit
Swear down, I aren't arsed, you can't tell me nowt
Just got a new job and I'm grafting
Want wedge all up in my pay packet
Weekly wage and I'm tryna just stack it
Next day, spent it all, I haven't got owt
Call this a big bag of the smashed it
Honestly lad I don't just chat shit
Go ahead, you can ring Cookie and ask him
Swear down, I aren't arsed, you can't tell me nowt
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5. |
Started From the Bottom
02:58
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Ayo I started from the bottom, never made it to the top
Going Drake with this bop, I guess they'll hate it 'cause it's pop
Used to walk around stunting like I'm famous but I'm not
Going crazy with hip-hop, got lazy and I stopped
21, I was savage, still rinsing off my bank account
Tanned all my uni loans, fuck the bills I have have think about
Mine's a fine wine, three pound? I'll still drink it down
The Dingy King's in Town, living room, I'm bout to stink it out
Can't afford heating in the flat
Tryna chase fetti Lord I'm fleezy, get the mac
Gimme a reason to adapt
Paycheck trickles down feeding cheeses to the rat
But we're all doing shit we hate just to earn a few pounds
Serving food chow, I'm Yung Fendi with the new sound
Emma said she's Council but I think she works at Sue Down's
I'm Krusty serving burgers, prefer murdering all you clowns
Spent a ton of money tryna earn a large base
Making pizzas couldn't fix it, still owe to Scarface
Used to Rusholme but now I'm in a dark place
Mark Page told me Marx wait you got bars mate
Best in the city, might give ownership to Dave Mays
The tide is on the Humber and it's hitting me with brainwaves
In terms of the Hull scene I'm one of the main stays
Book me for your kitchen, I aren't arsed about a main stage
No more doing this just to keep up appearances
I aren't proving shit, already know that I'm a lyricist
I aren't arsed about who enjoys or who's hearing this
'cause when he was here, I know for a fact that Kieren did
That's why I'm proud to wear him on my arm, the dinosaur
It's a badge of honour, show it off wherever Guymer walks
Don't let those kinda thoughts say you shouldn't be alive no more
'cause when I heard how, I swear down I could have cried for sport
I haven't been rapping much but now it's time to wrap it up
Had it tough, the planet's fucked, by June I'd had enough
Couldn't have made it through the year without Paddy's love
Got my back through thick and thin, believe me I'm glad he does
And so do all the Mucky Pups and man I'm glad I've got 'em
Good set of lads, George quote, nah lad we're rotten
And shout out to my Manny Crew too, I haven't forgot 'em
Maybe life ain't so bad down here at the bottom
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Marx Hull, UK
Marx is a UK Hip-Hop artist who has been releasing a steady stream of singles, EPs and mixtapes over the past few years. A true student of the culture, the Hull native has carved out a niche on the scene by successfully distilling his passion for Hip-Hop into his own blend of Northern Rap. ... more
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