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Live & Direct
03:16
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Ferny Mac on the beat and it's Marx on the mic
Guaranteed to give you what you like
So if all y'all are feeling nice
Somebody say izz riiight
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from Hull City
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from HRE
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from Hull City
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct
Ayo I feel glorious, permanently victorious
I'm sort of a disgrace, Oscar Pistorius
And I'm kind of a bastard but I'm not inglorious
I wanna be so big they can't help but call me Notorious
I do a lotta tours don't make a lotta dollars
Not bothered, I got fans streaming me in Guatemala
When I play, they salute, trust I get a lotta hollas
Leave the stage sweating like a pig and still pop my collar
Please, honestly, thank you for the kind words
With my verse, I'm guaranteed to help your mind learn
I might serve you fiends with some heat next
With more English language than your standard SAT test
And now I'm here to relieve stress
A grin glued to my grill God, I never been vexed
I eat fish that's food for the brain
True to the game, so addictive, take and shoot in your vein
I refuse to speculate but who is insane?
Your crew is just lame, stupid and plain, and losing in vain
I'm a real dude, trust me I'm real smooth
When I'm at uni at Monty Halls, I steal food
Trespass like Goldie Locks, start munching your porridge
I sell out everywhere I play, Manchester to Norwich
Travelling, trawling, training, intending to spread knowledge
Like I told you before, they call me a college
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from Hull City
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from HRE
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct from Hull City
Martin G'll show you how to emcee
Live and direct
I'm the Humberside Headhunter, Gemini God
Enjoy your free download of ten of my songs
I'm an outcast, you bumped Aquemini once
Stay ahead of icons, they surrender by force
And yes my name is Martin but I feel more Malcolm
Hit you with darts, the album before the album
Split you apart, I grind but still allude the outcome
Throw money at it, hope it sees a couple thousand
Views, pays your dues, rave reviews
Stay making tunes while the fake make the news
Some refuse to support like two naked dudes
But still stay amazed at who's blazing twos
I can barely function when we blaze so stoned
But I ain't disposable like fake snowglobes
I wanna own the company that make those clothes
You can't keep up so mate go home
I may gross pose when they take photos
When I play those shows I still make no dough
I'm well travelled, but still stay homegrown
Tell the world my name like K-Solo
Excessive decibels though I shrug off tinnitus
Don't even have Sky mate, I remain limitless
And on the rare occasion someone tries to diminish us
I stick two fingers up 'cause I couldn't give a fuck
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ASMO (feat. Rowland)
02:47
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I feel for anyone who's experiencing a struggle
With nowhere to turn, just desperate for a cuddle
More often, I think stop staring at the puddle
Sorry to burst your bubble but I'll offer no rebuttal
I'm stressed out. You okay hun? Inbox me
Thirsty for attention from those who did not see
Or did not care, so you cry it's not fair
Check my timeline it's only hip-hop there
Relatively speaking, dead relatives shouldn't be used
As a shameless tool to gain likes and views
Yesterday it was sound in your relationship
Now ya hate this bitch, fuck's sake, take your pick
Exhilarating or exhausting? Airing out your dirty laundry
See I find it entertaining, paradoxically it bores me
Snapchat stories only last ten seconds
Yours shows your full life, damn that must be a record
Back in school, we used to call it fishing for likes
Don't wanna sign out and start living my life
Check what I post, and I think isn't it nice
I spit in a mic and know my decision is right
I oughta block that spamming twat and get him out of my sight
But I can't, he posts them funny memes that I like
I'll just angry react, yeah that'll serve him right
Or maybe just ignore it, and get on with my life
Keep your head up baby, it'll be alright
No need to fight, it's you and me all night
Put your phone away, why you so concerned about likes?
Forget that shite and start living your life
Living your life, living your life
Start living your
That's a bit rich, you're addicted to phones
Yeah every minute I post, I can't leave mine alone
The way I tan through data, it's like I'm on wifi
Never flown a plane, still pretty fly for a white guy
Just locked my phone, check the notificates
Sucked through the screen, I'm in a whole different place
Share everything I do so you know that it's great
Whole hours out my day just stole from my face
I'm part of the problem, and to me it just seems
Instead of chasing my dreams, I'm sat staring at memes
All you see is simple boasts and Simpsons quotes
On your high horse like it was a sin to post
We just want the shows to stop, you post a lot
Just smoke the pot mate, you're not Coke la Rock
Work at a faster rate and crack on with your mixtape
Or just procrastinate and scroll through all the clickbait
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Guymer Laayd
02:58
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I brought my notebook to write rhymes, but no pen
Brainwaves exploding, how can I hold them?
Sound so slick, someone else must have wrote them
If you left a message then, please leave a note when
Compliments bore me, please tell me I'm wack
So I can jump up, get behind the mic and attack
Let me show and prove that I can body a track
I won't stop moving forward, I can't start to fall back
Just leave it to me to run rap
I tell you like LL that it ain't a comeback
My flows like virgins, in that they come fast
Destroy stages as a hobby and that's a fun fact
I need to make a killing, or better yet a living
Search for some peace of mind in the world that I live in
'Cause the psycho psychic phantoms can be so unforgiving
Make you drop to your knees and say fuck it, I give in
What the fuck am I on about?
Marx is chatting shit again!
As a bane, I used to rip raps at age four
And with the chit chat, I start to wage war
Tanned through my student loan so I'ma stay poor
I could buy food, but I'd rather play tours
Please excuse me if I'm feeling pretty confident
My creations get played in every continent
It comes as no surprise, 'cause it's perfectly cromulent
Two vowels please Rachel, and a couple of consonants
The countdown to extinction
I can't be arsed with rhyming, what's the next Simpsons?
I never buy weed, I'd rather smoke yours
Toke four, then jump over the Springfield Gorge
I'm tryna make a spliff and can't find a place to sit
I'm on the toilet, but I don't need to take a shit
Pass the Stinging Roger, thanks, I'll savour it
Treehouse Six, aw sick, that's my favourite
Is a fucking beast episode though
When Homer goes in 3D and that
It's funny, I sit and think for a second still
I'm wasting my life, I'll probably never get a record deal
I don't believe in God, so when I pray to the death I will
I'm talking to myself, and who cares how the Hell I feel?
Dangle it in front of me, sick of these teasers
Be Sharps second album, Bigger Than Jesus
With different songs for different seasons
Professional with these tools, no logic or reason
Every move I make is calculated and precise
Shattering the scales when detonating the device
You seen me on the mic? Then you know I'm pretty nice
Got a pretty wife, but you still lead a shitty life
How many times a day my name lands in your search bar?
And then you see me slay, aw mate, it must hurt, nah?
I still approach this like I was writing my first bar
Trip over my tongue, not a clue what the words are
Guymer laaaaaaaaayd
The Notorious MKG
2018
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4. |
I Know
03:01
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Like Royce and Preemo, bet, I'm in my prime
I would get called an emo, yet I'd step up and rhyme
I'm chasing green, no Cee-Lo, though I'm sweating on my lines
Ayo, look how he goes! Mate I'm always on my grind
First performed when I was nine, now I'm on tour all the time
My life, my lyrics, the two'll intertwine
Yo, how ya doing Marx? Mate, I'm doing fine
I shine so bright I got these fools going blind
Sixteen lines on the page
Pristine rhymes are display
Fifteen when I pressed play
Now I miss being away from the stage
I wish I'd be famous today, actually, in my own head I am
'Cause I get recognised when I'm out with my Mam
Approach me in the streets, rub elbows, shake hands
Yo, when you next free mate? Let's make plans
'Cause I know
How to cold flow, rock a show, body everywhere I go, so you know how I roll
I know
How to hold a mic, just right, I help ya see the light when I rhyme so tight
I know
How to cold flow, rock a show, body everywhere I go, so you know how I roll
Yeah, I know
How to hold a mic, just right, I help ya see the light when I rhyme so tight
I know
Yeah, I know
More shows per week than you play in a whole year
Middle of nowhere, Ghost Towns, I go there
Told you on my first joint, I can see so clear
I aren't talking clothing when I say I have no fear
Ya should probably thank me
I live in Liverpool like my name was Bill Shankly
One four a week average, well how you manage?
You ain't even 21 yet, you're still savage
This is simply raw
Complex calamities that Da Vinci saw
I grip the mic, tight as an Olympic Torch
Fashion expert, check my Simpsons shorts
Throw a dart, hit the bullseye, that's a sure shot
Never dilute the product 'cause I slang pure rock
Travel six hours for a shit support slot
Any pay? Any drinks? Nah, well I thought not
'But I know
How to cold flow, rock a show, body everywhere I go, so you know how I roll
I know
How to hold a mic, just right, I help ya see the light when I rhyme so tight
I know
How to cold flow, rock a show, body everywhere I go, so you know how I roll
Yeah, I know
How to hold a mic, just right, I help ya see the light when I rhyme so tight
I know
Yeah, I know
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I promote pointless trivia
While the slave trade thrives in Libya
I consider how to further my career
While they kill the dissenters in North Korea
I bust my back, just touring the nation
While men get murdered for their orientation
I struggle for the words to put in this track
While someone caught a bullet for the crime of being black
The victims are the girls facing sexual assault
Yet they go home and cry thinking it was their fault
Women get raped and denied abortions
Allegations silenced and accused of extortion
Abuse of power on an epic proportion
Ignorance is bliss, factual distortion
So much pain, I don't think we care
We don't make change, no we just send prayers
Mass corruption, tax deduction
Class dysfunction, we lack in substance
Subconscious instructions for mass consunption
No discussion just embrace destruction
Mass corruption, tax deduction
Class dysfunction, we lack in substance
Subconscious instructions for mass consumption
No discussion just embrace destruction
Making paper aeroplanes, up into the aerospace
Sat behind your interface spreading blood and hate
This is not the fate of the whole human race
It’s time we dissipate, too late for renegades
Integrate with our species, just too needy
Burn all the resource and still get greedy
Eat all the Earth and we still scream feed me
Then cause all the wars 'cause there’s no such treaty
Beats me, another flag with a flame on
Call it revolution when your dropping an a-bomb,
Kill your own people with atoms and radons
Then brainwashed, thinking they’re never able to break off
Stayed on living a living under a raindrop
Slaved once, but the secret mission is played off
And played on, looking for a signal to claim from
Really we're just searching for the source of the way on
Mass corruption, tax deduction
Class dysfunction, we lack in substance
Subconscious instructions for mass consunption
No discussion just embrace destruction
Mass corruption, tax deduction
Class dysfunction, we lack in substance
Subconscious instructions for mass consumption
No discussion just embrace destruction
Mass corruption, tax deduction
Class dysfunction, we lack in substance
Subconscious instructions for mass consunption
No discussion just embrace destruction
Mass corruption, tax deduction
Class dysfunction, we lack in substance
Subconscious instructions for mass consumption
No discussion just embrace destruction
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6. |
Mucky Pup
03:45
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Ya know what, last night must have been hectic
Wasn't even meant to go out, so unexpected
Double voddy Redbulls, we be on some next shit
I stumble through the process like the Tories with Brexit
These unplanned nights are what I find best
Smoke hits my chest, stench of shit on my breath
If I'm not at work, I'll probably be on the sesh
The same reason I'ma have a premature death
The plate gets passed around and I wait my turn
Next day I see my face on rate my gurn
Hit the back of your throat, shit my face might burn
I'm in tune with everything, have a safe night girls
Played a couple festivals, but never been Tramlines
Tried a few things, yeah I tanned a few gramlines
Listen, I'm just laying out the plain facts
Snorter in each nostril, I call it train tracks
Don't misconstrue this as me glorifying
'Cause if you see me on it, then you saw me dying
A perfect match, thank you for applying
Start demoralising just before arriving
Could wake up in a bin, maybe Hedon Road Track
Carrick mate, you're never gonna get your phone back
Impossible to keep up, let alone last
Jump on my twokker and pedal home fast
Woke up this morning, don't know I got home
I got the keys, and no lost phone
Pupils dilated, ain't seen eyes wide as them
An early night for me, ends at five AM
I pull out my key and have a poke in the bag
Absolutely twisted, just smoking my skag
Mad night, I think I sniffed coke with your Dad
But I can't say, I wasn't focusing lad
I'm a mucky pup
I see ghosts and spirits alongside Bill Murray
Crossdressing and sweating like I was Tim Curry
I used to rush, now I'm not in a hurry
See instead of excitement, I go scatty and worry
It comes to a point where getting high ain't enough
Wired as fuck, transforming with Shia LeBeouf
Pour yourself one, and make sure I get a cup
And if you've got a joint mate, please fire it up
Wearing trackies and a gurn, looking scruffy as fuck
First place prize for the muckiest pup
Maybe it's about time that I got clean
But the best memories are when I'm offbean
Sometimes, I feel too old for this shit
Existential crisis while rolling a biff
God bless the one who sold me this shit
I'm going bad off it, but I was told it's legit
Shit! The world is spinning and so are you
At a random gaff with the weirdest crew
Slipping into a hole, yeah I fear it too
Degenerates, look at all the gear we do
The only reason that I'm up at this time's
To sit and chat shit, smoke spliffs and sniff lines
Can't hack it anymore, this shit's defeated me
I'm telling everyone I love them repeatedly
A one way ticket in the wrong direction
Stood, horrified at my own reflection
Headgone John, thoughts so perplexing
Can't feel my face, I can't get an erection
Absolutely bombed out to the nines
Embrace the comedown, chonged out of our minds
Can't prohibit my use, you ain't Rex Banner
So just keep the night going and play the next banger
I'm a mucky pup
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7. |
So Happy (feat. Phelix)
02:29
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Guess who's back on another fat track?
It's Phelix and Marx with another collaboration
Hit that, sit back and relax
Roll up another fat one and blaze it up to Ferny Mac
We got that grade A, you know where it's at
Fire when I blaze, and it's the same when I rap
Just wait 'cause one day soon I'll be taking the stage
And I'll be blowing all you other motherfuckers away
I'm claiming my lane, I'm straight up changing the game
And if you get in my way, then I'm erasing your name
Can't be upstaged, can't be tamed, can't be changed
I'm always evolving, I refuse to stay the same
And if you wanna get rough, you're getting fucked up
'Cause me and Marx will have you sparked out after dark and that's no bluff
But I'd much rather fire one up and give you a puff
Make up with any enemies and give them some love
I just wanna be so damn, so happy
I just wanna be so damn, so happy
Yes mate, grab the record, press play
Extensive lexicon, heavy metal chestplate
I take flake, getting scatty with my best mates
And we're chatting more shit than your uni essay
Some rappers take swipes with no real reasoning
Smartprice spitters, I'm served with extra seasoning
Fresher, bigger, badder, better, deffer
Don't try push it you ain't Salt-n-Pepa
My New Years resolution is to start a revolution
My writ of execution is causing noise pollution
I'm writing tunes going insane in the brain
Same beat on repeat while I'm riding the train
You can't compete, so just hide in your lane
Don't care about the weather, still vibe in the rain
Never mind another league, I'm on a whole 'nother planet
Pristine purgatory Jeru couldn't damage
I just wanna be so damn, so happy
I just wanna be so damn, so happy
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The light gets brighter, I might just bite her
Maybe I don't like her, I'm just reaching for a lighter
Drinking cider, right behind her, in a bed laid beside her
Never been a fighter not a lover really neither
Besides, how else can I get inside?
I stuck my thumb out for a lift but I couldn't get a ride
The sight of stop signs forced me to run and hide
Stare into the sky, all I see the sun and I
It's crazy, remember when I first met you?
I didn't take a step, I didn't try to sweat you
And now we're at the stage where I can't forget you
You wormed your way in and I just let you
A persistent pain, and it seems so strange
How you beg me to stay, but you insist that I change
Through your aims to control, our lives become tangled
Emotions mangled, creativity strangled
I see myself in a faded light, pushed me away I can't win this fight
Destroyed all hope, tried to call home but the telephone broke
Now I'm singing this song hoping we can hold on to something that's already dead and gone
You and me, baby we weren't meant to last long
Strive to move forward, convinced to walk away
Bombarded with demands but you won't talk today
I'm tryna make this work and you just bring more decay
Addicted to the drama to you it's all a game
Before we even thought of being exclusive
I told you I'd be busy, Marx grind for his music
That's never gonna change 'cause I'm a motherfucking lifer
Why'd you even think you could come and change my cipher?
What gave you the impression that I owe you something?
You've a lot to learn, little girl, I tell you one thing
If they're real, they won't sell out for a female
Or anyone, no need to fine tune every detail
I've done my best, it went over your head
Cut my losses and say it's over instead
'Cause no matter what, to you I can't do out right
So I'ma say fuck it and move on with our lives
Biatch! Ha haa
I see myself in a faded light, pushed me away I can't win this fight
Destroyed all hope, tried to call home but the telephone broke
Now I'm singing this song hoping we can hold on to something that's already dead and gone
You and me, baby we weren't meant to last long
I see myself in a faded light, pushed me away I can't win this fight
Destroyed all hope, tried to call home but the telephone broke
Now I'm singing this song hoping we can hold on to something that's already dead and gone
You and me, baby we weren't meant to last long
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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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