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Few Belters

by Marx

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1.
No Summer 03:36
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
2.
Supa Star 04:16
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
3.
Got This 03:07
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
4.
Nowt 02:48
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
5.
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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A collection of a few belters I've put out over the past couple years, hope you enjoy

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released April 1, 2022

All beats taxed from other belter artists
Engineered, mixed and mastered by LionTrip Audio

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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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