you wouldn't know a metaphor/ If you and a metaphor met before/ A simile, is simply to exquisite for you head to form/ my letters terraform to words, that makes your terror form/ Then I swarm with paragraphs that'll make you call lava warm/ Hide from quiet storms/ Like shook ones, that took one, Too many hits to the nogging Clogging up your cloudy brain/ The rain is pouring, flooding, flames of hope are soaked, you can't evade it like you're sailing the Titanic in to icebergs, let us rabbit on/ And carry on like carry ons/ on simple planes i move fast, like, who's arse was that, he's gone, I moved passed the past/ The point of pointless prepositions used to emphasise positions/ Stressed im stressed, my bodies flesh is less than perfect, put a fork in me/ And don't be calling 'D' when ya stuck in that hole you dug, I tried to take that shovel back but you just smiled and shrugged/ Now ya sinking quick and reaching for a hand above/ all you get's a single digit, no longer give a fuck/ I'm tangled in a metaphor that strangles, tryna dead my raw heart that pumps irregular, causing chaos in my head, the floor/ spinning near the ceiling, searing pain is all im feeling, demons calling out the reason why i can't feel the seasons warmth/ When all i wanna do is love/ my feed back - "maybe when...until then let's just be friends", a chance for the worlds end?/ simmer like a skillet steak, drying, losing flavour, taste the same as boiling bacon, caked in faith, it's dogmatic lore/ Beefing like a carnivore, chew the cud to the grass root, my last tooth is sharp, proof im gnawing at lifes metrics/ accept these simple words, rambled, scrambled seemed irrelevant, Put it to a beat my feat is Hannibal's troop of elephants/ SO don't be calling 'D' cos im the last me i wanna see/ If self love was monetary, I'd be fake economy/ Now i'm sinking quick and i cant see a hand above/ I guess now that's on me, I should've given half a fuck!

Verse 1 - Dick Dastardly It's a mind that you'll never know, Never mind your perceptions, Susceptible to slights, you're views are misconceptions. The Presence, Is barely an etching of a sketch, An autobiography carved into flesh, A time line of fine lines, Life or Death, A silent quest so secret, cards close to the chest, A mind so sanguine comfortable in distress, A welcome nothingness calls, we try to surpress, You guess its just a phase, seasonable, we're unreasonable, Can't perceive the null, outcome - infeasible, Seasons chills our June, January is the coldest, Weather can't define a minds grand opus of hopeless-ness, Stress, Draining us empty, Guess, next, crazy and edgy, Flex chests, try to open, Death, Yes, our story closes. Verse 2 - Formal Brown I've been living in my head, shackled to the pillars of the bed, And still it aint giving it a rest but killing me instead, Take the knife from my back, and then stick it in my chest, your now witnessing the death an the ledge that I'm perched on, I walk along the edge of a sharp blade and first off, man its dark place.. I Steer left into harms way Some things I wanna say that I can't, But if I have too.. we aren't safe, We were never mates just mates of the soul, Waiting for the day that Nathan's a ghost, True colours done painting the whole picture frame is a hoax, fuck that I want the papers I wrote, Too many late nights sat in the mind of a writer, Tryna trade lives with a dime and a fiver, Maybe old but I'm wiser to the bullshit, Just the cards we were dealt and this time we go all in.. Verse 3 - Jay Rede I was forged in a court with the sword I absorbed with.. That formed in my talk, man of course I was born sick.. I found the chord that was gorged in my torn lip.. Was sharpening my tongue for the scorn I record with.. Now as I meditate this medication lavitates me.. These palpitations elevate the beat so effortlessly.. So as I regulate premeditated treacherous dreams.. I fucked myself right after taking vows of celibacy.. My life was evergreen til someone leaked in kerosene.. I saw the flames that grew up higher, fire breached these pleasant scenes.. I reached the mezzanine of heaven in succession we.. Just never would have entered cos the devil gave a better speech.. So now they lay my body flat, and say their final curse.. Im feeling minor burns that lie within my spinal curves.. So as the cycle turns, survival's idle, time has surged.. Yeah i was born sick, but guess I mis-defined the words..

Verse 1 - DW Smith The grass ain't greener when its grown from the toxic soil/ I'm cold with the flow until I put it in this pot to boil/ King mentality but trust me I ain't nothing royal/ The substance is fresh but this filth will make it rot and spoil/ You want the truth let me tell it with no bells and whistles/ Plain and simple with no filter let me pop this pimple/ Got no time for believers a fact still is a fact/ And if this is all an act unscripted is where I'm truly at/ I'm an unruly twat, noisy brain, speak my mind/ Paint an image with the volume high enough to blow your eyes/ I'm always on my grind but still I'm not the smoothest guy/ Swinging wild punches to a beat when the mood is right/ I just write rhymes to get these thoughts off my mind/ Dropped from a height like kamikaze pilots screaming die/ Dwane johnson come back cos I ain't rocked enough/ My punchlines like sniffing coke off a boxing glove/ Verse 2 - Craze The Jack Black out like an overload in your optics I’ve got more push than the fists in a mosh pit Mind the edge motherfucker don’t cross it The tip of the iceberg my feelings are frosted Mind tricks like yoda with the cold shoulder Pick at you like the morgue to a doner Disposable finding treasure in trash I Find pleasure in serving heads and sticking them to their ass Noisy brain Norman bates mind state psychosis Spring in my step high paced like a locus My heads a spiral it open and closes like a like a lense finding focus Raise a toast to it Ride my brain waves and you’ll get motion sick I’m only joking bitch It’s like a jack in the box so don’t open it Verse 3 - Dick Dastardly Step in to a world full of toxic shit, where they tax you when ya dead tryna off you quick For a buck they'll fuck you, suck ya soul out Rinse ya last coin like, peace, BOUNCE! Cunts in their counting house counting out counting out my money So im puffing on this honey bud trying not to worry Voices in my cabbage keep yappin' like, what's happnin' how you gonna bend, let em take the P from rapping Penetrate ya pockets, leave you with lint Tryna pay no mind, of course i'm fucking skint Mentally distressed head clouded with rain I'm coming down hard causing noises in my brain Strain on my wealth, Double strain on my health Make it hard to live and take care of myself I'm putting in the work and still ain't seen shit Fuck it, here's my resignation letter, I QUIT!

Hook You, need to focus on your life Keep my name up out ya mouth You bitches all about Tryna cause some drama You, need to go and live your life And I hope you find a way To push that hate down south I don't play no drama Verse 1 Three stories, Yours, there's, the truth And i aint give a fuck about none of em Not even one of em holds water In my wishing well Drop a penny for ya thought tho... Swell! Like this situation breeding, It aint need no more fuel The fire is burning at a high rate Irate participants sly, slate decisions, hate, lie, fake and instigate Wish I was in a place... So far from this farce i'm past caring sick trap ain't snaring me Dast is tearing free From the Web you all weave, Arachnids! Hunting vibrations... Moving backwards You bastards are passwords I'm past words to describe Your tribal territorial tirades I find shade from your shade In the same place I met you all Hip hops school halls of education Hook X2 You, need to focus on your life Keep my name up out ya mouth You bitches all about Tryna cause some drama You, need to go and live your life And I hope you find a way To push that hate down south I don't play no drama Verse 2 Cant push ya hate down don't create sound Slither in silence you snake bit banshee live for nothing good Act like others should Live in ya black and white Go check ya grey matter Gather ya senses take a census you senseless Ignoramus dust brained fuck change ya colour like chameleon really gunna be seething when Ya brother get his due dough Cos you ain't paid shit Marvin the Martian Mashed on ya spaceship Day tripper quick to switch, I can't figure you out You loved the free ride Others didn't now you want recompense By proxi They never fail to shock me Still running their mouth Calling me trash While they Oscar the grouch Seeping bile spitting bin juice Vile veiled in smiles We were kin I would of bled for you Killed em dead for you But all you wanna do is see the fire burn We aint brethren yoooooou CUNT Hook You, need to focus on your life Keep my name up out ya mouth You bitches all about Tryna cause some drama You, need to go and live your life And I hope you find a way To push that hate down south I don't play no drama

Lyrics Your darkest inner thoughts that pull you in every direction Beat Wolfgang Von Vanderghast

Verse 1 - Dick Dastardly & Oort Kuiper Come and tip toe on a sunshine ray play a game of fade away Replay the day and sail away To shores with cosmic Waves that's great Contemplate your common place as we accommodate with grace Essence beautiful presence state is safe to stay today Entity is energy Purely pure you want for naught Surreal is not a feeling it's you being free hip-hopstranaught The cost of thought, your love exchange Mind, heart, harmonic A voice is never lost This space will echo every phonic Sonics seen, seems sowed Sealed with some sympathy Hear colours bloom cooled calmly cued to soft symphonies Intricacies aren't tricky see We be the base to play And place the subtle puzzle piece create a face, mosaic shapes Templates tessellate Take a form of a new Visions vast a spectacle, a wonderful view Feel Soothed Feel like soon Is a rebirth of you A new moon quantifying quantum realms, going deep inside the, nucleus to delve into the subatomic structure, Liberate the energy, now the space and time is ruptured, Radiating frequencies, the Universe disruptor, And that’s only just a sample of, the pure power of the mind, take a journey through the cortex, check the frequencies to find, hidden sequences then follow mental pathways that divide, creating instances, that mimic the existence of a divine, presence, and yet the essence ain’t so easily defined, in time… …I seek a scientific explanation till i refine my every thought of my existence, but the truth is that I’m blind-(ed) by the stubbornest resistance that my ego won’t resign, (and yet) I gotta let it gooooo, so my spirit can be free, and every brainwave that I activate can elevate my being, Cos my Universe is a reflection, that’s reversing me, the image challenges my perceptions with a new version of me. Hook - DW Smith Time ain't on my side What is left is just a galaxy Is it in my mind cos what is right is all behind of me Verse 2 - Shark Time aint on my side... I feel it in my bones Like some rheumatoid arthritis or the coming winter storms There's a piercing in my gut... Could be kidney stones or diverticulitis Or more likely Ive just had my fill of toxic pricks and liars ...So I stop and Stoke the fires Sip the drink that I concocted outta vodka and some cider Gummies in my tummy now I soar above the madness Live tomorrow on the vastness of aurora borealis Got the aura of Galactus and the ego of Benito A beauty in the beast of my cerebral As long as I keep feeding it with knowledge of the cosmos I've learned alot in life but back in college I was gong shows and dark roads and alleyways with clubs that wouldn't book me Now im floating through the milky way with giant bags of cookies Playing hookie with my grown responsibilities I've been a loner since when noone wants to sit with me Sonnets and soliloquies of visions like Kaleidoscopes A giant throwing lightning bolts just wants to give enlightened jolts Dunking on the massive rings of Saturn like a madman travel bout a billion fricking fathoms to the badlands I'm nothing like the others sentience species sharky got distinctive atoms sparkling beneath these deep blue seas

H-I-P H-O-P lets OD on M.O.P. and D.O.C. A.G., O.C., Big L, Big Pun, M.C.A., DMX, Rev Run, Mysonne, Mys Diggi, Jehst, Akala, R.A., Kane, Kool G, EL P, The Real Roxanne, Roxanne Shante, MC Shan, Pharcyde, Apache, Four Owls, Funky Four Plus One, Just Ice, Greg Nice, A Plus, Spice 1, DJ Pooh, Jazz Jeff, Funk Flex, Redman, Kool Keith, Diggidy Daz EFX, RBX, Wyclef, Rah Digga, The hustler Smooth, The gambler Trigga, Ace, KAM, WC, Mobb Deep, Tribe, London Posse, Sean P! R.I.P. H-I-P Hop How you gonna kill something you cant stop H-I-P H-O-P WHAT! It's a culture Forever The top R.I.P. H-I-P Hop How you gonna kill something you cant stop H-I-P H-O-P WHAT! It's a culture... B.I.G. 2Pac, Pimp C, Sa Roc, King Crook, A.Z., Bun B, Treacherous Three, KayGee, Vin Rock, Treach, Aesop Rock, AD Rock, Pete Rock, Rockness, Lil Kim, Lil Cease, Lil Brother Lil Dicky, Uncle Murda, Slick Rick (Uncle Ricky), Da Youngstas, Black Sheep, Chi Ali, Group Home, Jeru, Yo Yo, BDP, Heather B, Kid Capri, DMC, Big Gipp, Kae Tempest, Scroobius Pip, Wise Intelligent, Royce, Stik Figa, Brother J, J Prince, JMJ, Jigga, Guru, Juice Crew, Cult of the Damned, Ice T, Young MC, Kashmere Iguana Man And it's a rap yo... Cos That's rap yo! Hook Repeats.

Verse 1 - Brighty They listen when I write to beats Especially the ones like these You might see me over loads of genres but when its rap with my team You know that im at home with jam and scones and a nice tea H I p h o p I grew up wanting to rap now I do this in my sleep Im from the place of the dragon where there’s too many sheep Everybody wants to follow but no fucker wants to lead I dont need a breather neither do the releasees im feeding them Im in control and every goal I set yeah achieving them I see the trend and tend stay away im not believing them I love this fucking hip hop shit always repeating them Songs from way back when we had rewind Instead skipping back to the start they were the good times You’ll never hear me screaming RIP to these Hip hop lives on forever it never could die Hook X2 Verse 2 - Dick Dastardly Man! It's the dopest genre The horrorcore wild and the conscious got ya The boom bap classic, the grit the grimy, and though it aint my sound mad props to WIley The styles be varied and kicking like a bass bin Rewind the record like a breaker in a head spin The next kings and queens of the scene we be birthing This is a culture, DONT call it urban watered down the sound look around we everywhere From soundtracks to adverts to clothes you wear Entwined in the zeitgeist firmly in the limelight towering from high rise temples in the night skies It's beautiful delight eyes and ears with right rhymes you might find us digging in ya brain sometimes like... Ba-boom And ya don't stop that's why i love hip hop (HIP HOP) Hook X2

Shit hits like an edible Fresh baked delectable Skunk funk dependable High fly we cooling with the tye dye High Rise buildings at night times With eyes wide red from the piff that we puff Just some nice guys kicking up dust What's the motto That's tomorrow is the day that we make it Until then let's make hits No fake shit Certified dope on the playlist Goose gang go get you a gaggle Killer capital blue crew flew slue ya city With the truth Move ya itty bitty clique We grimey and grit Slick, deny that we hit Spit when the vibe is a Mysterious eerie mischievous imperial flip Funk ya serious tip Let's have fun with the rapping No dabbing peace to ruff dregs and kaptain And stay positive like a battery top Rechargeable regardless of us taking a loss Cos round and round we go Dosey doeing with my darling How you feel (It's the High power original b boy traditional) It's the real Take it back to the golden age Sneaker pump, discs, high top fades We rock until the break of dawn And no one left the stage Check ya ego at the door Pass the dude on the floor Smiling with the wiling legs body contorts Dude a diamond Go hit em up he'll give u a tour Of the beautiful place we call home Welsh hip hop The first big stop Gotta be cardiff The capitol that captures you The boom bap the grime The new school the old school The rhythm the rhyme The whole South Coast line sounding sublime You got carmarthen rocking it Swansea rocking it Barry Town rocking it Newport rocking it Up north in Wrexham they coming correct Some of the nicest brightest emcees check these Producers and graphers, dj run a replay Spinning the vinyl B boy b girl b people on lino Dynamite shows Showing all the clubs Much love Cos round and round we go Repping up inside the party How you feel ( it's the high power original b boy traditional) We keep it real So give props to the golden age Hip hop will never fade We Kick phat raps Till we collapse And they kick our arse off stage

Verse - 1 Dick Dastardly Dick Dastardly... BORN SICK REMIX! Wolfgang on the beat Fuck with us... We were born sick! We were born SICK! We were Born Sick!! I'm looking for an exit, subconsciously exing myself from this numbing thats humming Rumbling from my gut, cut deep like a knife that i long for not long for this world, curled like a foetus, defeated, feel my pain in every heartbeat the same sad song sung, retaining detaining the reframed promise of catharsis passing the buck, passed passed giving a fuck, that's my last ditch attempt Of not attempting what's tempting, an ending so splendid Sing my pain to the heavens Leaving this wretched place So fill my space with a new tree that branches and roots from my rubble Grow fresh fruit from my struggle it;s the best juice refresh you, to bless you, the essence of a last gasp Just take it in, as my eyes close and i pray for my sins! Verse 2 - Billy Phono It's all thats on his mind, disconnected by a morbid sound till the day he snaps and acts out the movie Falling Down mild manner maniac, scuttles through your busy streets keep weary of the shade, where we dwells where he creeps stay cautious of he, who dont sleep fill the vessel with the nectar throw it back and then repeat claustrophobic panic, he is dying for an exit frenzied scrawling in a notepad, seeking solace in a pencil there is none nothing, his labours go fruitless, he sits by a toolbox constructs cuts and bruises immune to your fucking advice, proceeds to puncture sleepless is the lifestyle, fickle is the structure smitten with the prospect, gazing at the rafters jots his thoughts in broken flow cos topics are so close to home Philly bizz and bad days are as close as rope and throat tighter than a noose is, he's as heavy as an overdose Verse 3 - Rollo My first birthday blew out the candle, wished I never been born Religious morality only pushed me to sin more Born sick my pure thoughts distractions I ignore End games a psyche ward I designed like jigsaw Every days a gift I resent to receive My brain is a prick that pretends and deceives Desperate to breathe im Left Neglecting My needs You're not exceptional you're a Pretentious disease My Brains prone to corruption Go to mode is destruction Too sober to function I feel frozen and rusting Hope for abduction an escape from existence Accustomed to hatred I'll just fade to the distance I crave a more dignified form of suicide So drop me in the jungle and just leave me to die If I survive for a week then I've lived a whole life Echoes of soul cries only thing I know is hope dies