Morning brings melted eyes Blue moons and jealous skies This time there's no disguise for you Morning means double blue Some for me some for you, This time won't see it through You've got to be kind to yourself In my school you watched me shower every master with Sour Cherry Blasters The power of the pastor gets devoured in my laughter Spend an hour in my pasture I tower where it's darker wrapped in a Parka Holding myself down fiending for thoughts like In school apathy-theory needs to be taught I've been used up and I'm weary my freedom is bought Stop blaming the Domino Theory there's greed where we walk We're falling into traps on the 'latest purchase' Obsessing over crap with a tainted surface Lessons in jack until your faint and worthless Your self respect lacks and your late for work it's - A saga unfolding as the world gets Western What is Capitalism is perhaps the best question Blocking or fighting the system can't be done with less lessons So I hop and I bike and I give'r call me the sum of adolescence Using or abusing our minds They're confusing yes, but there's truth in my rhyme Before I'm loosing my breath I'll find use for my whine If its bruising your chest I'll be obtuse one more time With acoustic sublime rhymes, cats Reduced it to nine lives, raps Music on my side i run laps and muse on the feats of that hindsight crap. Morning brings melted eyes Blue moons and jealous skies This time there's no disguise for you Morning means double blue Some for me some for you, This time won't see it through You've got to be kind to yourself

you wanna see me with your eyes like fire you wanna touch me with your hands like stone say that you know me you can feel me inside ya you only hear me when I midnight moan When you're singing your soul you're bringing me home When you're singing your soul you're bringing me home there's not enough time for cause and effect in an empty place no applause for your set rent me a space I can lord for a sec when my pen picks up pace and Mix raw on the decks ending in a way in which war for the cheques leaves you in the lurch piss-poor on a ledge digging in the dirt His stories are bled swig away the hurt by Tories we're lead fake conversations bore me to bed quaint inhalations walking nicotine dead I paint imitations pictures seen where a saint and a Satan ripped in a chair balance in-out we're equipped with a pair challenge Him now I don't know shit and I'm scared managing doubt trust slipped on the stairs pride damaged this town just a blip for the rare It's my pip-in-a-pear as your listening yeah nouns tripped on a snare it sounds dipped to be fair try and stay awake so I'll kip when I'm there forest meditation there's bliss in the air stopping hesitation spliff grips in my hair we're walking-dead and we're having a mare we get up, go through the motions scratch on the nuts sipping caffeine potions number crunching sapping emotions no wonder the bumpkins are taxing the tokens. global pawn-shop Israel couldn't buy back WMDs on a plane getting high-jacked hopeless positions that are making the wisecrack ironic double-meaning, bigger picture, Imax cutbacks whilst the poor get hit with a high tax how can we follow laws when it's crooks that define that? I wanna break your jaw don't tell me to lie back my vocal is a rhythm words jump on the high hats hopeful my decision will be one with some meaning sharing special moments with someone to believe in riders of apocalypse come in the evening I try and stay on top of this - there's tonnes of achievement but when it comes to this I'll probably mumble my grievance and take a load of drugs n shake junk see demons drink a load of beer get fucking steaming to believe I can get out of here I must be dreaming When you're singing your soul you're bringing me home When you're singing your soul you're bringing me home

You're trouble Just trouble Pure trouble Trouble with a capital T, trouble with a capital R in the middle Trouble with a capital T, you're trouble with a capital R in the middle. You're trouble Just trouble Pure trouble You make you feel big You make me feel little Feel big, you make me feel little You're trouble at first it was easy a pleasure to know you an effortless match life together we'd grow through you seemed wise to the ways in the night I would hold you our time seemed amazing indulged in your soul food the future seemed bright my problems you'd roll through I stared into your eyes and it's love that I owed you sharing the skies, appetised made me whole but you aired your disguise with the more that I told you a storm was-a brewing but blinded by your beauty I valued our love but you were holding it loosely you were sarcy and bitter, your ego I boosted then discarded me like litter I'm mistaken and choosy I know now your ways they're coarse like my stubble I'm seeing the light now you've bursted the bubble you were larger than life, I crumbled like rubble my friends they were right, you are nothing but trouble Trouble forsaking my life with your sweetness now I'm forgetting your teaching so full of the talk but I'm speechless, my freedom is here now your leaving I know now your ways they're coarse like my stubble I'm seeing the light now you've bursted the bubble you were larger than life, I crumbled like rubble my friends they were right, you are nothing but trouble. You make you feel big You make me feel little Feel big, you make me feel little You're trouble

at festivals we all have our funny quirks when there's dudes walking backwards producing funny smirks Jack with the munchies eating scummy chicken jerk saying "you gotta beck that chatty it'll make you go berserk" there's a man over there who lays crazy paving and a man on the couch with a blatant craving i'd thought i'd seen it all in this amazing haven until out of the darkness came a raving raven we step back in time, lose our inhibition skanking to the Jungle the crew is on a mission bassline feel the rumble the energy has risen your waistline makes me crumble now make the right decision Drum n Bass madness shoulder to shoulder that attitude's wrong dude i'm rolling it over they're playing sweet tunes don't act like an ogre you give this groove a bad name now get down like a told ya with her glowstick feathers and a beak full of powder the ravin raven likes her Tech-House louder high as a kite as she swoops for your stash strutting her stuff getting utterly smashed so we wake up in a muddy tent to Minimal Techno buddy repents you've come a long way from your house in Kent squidging in the mud that feels like cement midges sucking blood and your money's getting spent but it's of no consequence we're all in the same boat inside this fence with insane jokes and bodies that are tense the drums add to the suspense i really don't want to have to go to this toilet i don't want to have to drink this water unless i boil it easy on the baccy mate you might spoil it the evil plan of The Man let's foil it drink some cider, smoke spliffs and enjoy it if music was a worker i'd employ him holiday bonus, the onus isn't to destroy him i don't try and fight the burning in my sole in the middle of the night who's gurning in the cold? for once in my life i'm learning to be bold with this bird on a stick and i'm shedding a load. sitting on the grass with the hazy types trying to get clean with the baby wipes choking on some cheese from a crazy pipe then let loose this emcee with some lazy hype. sunday morning the weather feels stuffy when JD stops snoring forever feel fluffy forget bitches and whoaring your face a little puffy leave your van at it's mooring no reason to be huffy. we got cooked and we missed them rock as i weave through the peeps feel like mr soft limbs feel heavy until i twist the top on that bottle of Jag can't tell if i'm pissed or not. with her glowstick feathers and a beak full of powder the ravin raven likes her Tech-House louder high as a kite as she swoops for your stash strutting her stuff getting utterly smashed

With closed eyes I see you with baited breath I meet you hold my hands out to feed you hoping I can complete you run my hands over your peaks and your lows, bared feet where your greenery grows, hands wet where the river flows, hoping I can complete you. its only outside where it shows. it seems to be a cycle, release your doubts coinciding in a time when the leaves come out making for the coast as you leave the town getting busy to the drums no need to frown you feel cleaner now, what you dream abouts' becoming 2 steps closer with this sweeter sound although the heats around don't let it beat you down elevated by the sun climb and reach the clouds now I feel alive on top of the world under trees outside with Hip Hop and my girl it's a season that i hold precious like a pearl and a key for my mind to be open with a whirl bro! the sun is enormous! Im looking for a snare when all you want is a chorus the glare's intense work's tough like a Walrus the heat gets to my brain now i want a thesaurus yo! the sun is enormous! Im looking for a snare when all you want is a chorus the glare's intense work's tough like a Walrus the heat gets to my brain now i want a thesaurus its only outside where it shows.

it's a collision quick pulsation vibrant sensation I plug in all these things I'm feelin. Look at my hand and see the sun and all the stars whats going on. I am a planet that is on course feel the rhythm feel the force theres no decision theres no choice I hear the universal voice it's a collision quick pulsation vibrant sensation I step from the country the town roars I'm better prepared now to pound doors voice is refined but I sound raw numbing the rich a profound cause. I'm coming with this to allow your escape from the gouge from the brown claws painting your frown with my noun laws instated but wounded and bounded by gauze. Soon I'll be strong to forsake the pain would it be wrong to wait for rain? I know I'll be gone if I wait for change so im building my weapons from paper chains. Loving your body forsake your brain step in the light face your shame forgetting the hype I'll aim to stay true to myself in the Major way. remember of fame if it came today more quicker than sooner it fades away my picture is lunar amaze on stage ripple the room with the waves I spray. adversity making your brain deranged its certainly making you waste your days its putrid you cant take the taste away fake energy lyrical Gatoraid You've got nothing to say without naming names you sound like a whole host of previously-heard others so why is it that your 'discovered' emceeing used to be about coming with a new style your attempts are futile my suspense is making youth smile truth filed so its time to walk a new mile with these holes in my shoes problems folded in two hidden under smokey embers I try and forget through frequent benders so I hold this for you as I blend a new agenda you need to role with a crew predictable like Eastenders. So now its a struggle just finding the time to connect with my sole designing a rhyme lessons seem old they're under the lines impressions are so gonna survive your lectures are cold mine thunder with fire when I'm setting the tone your gonna retire put your slippers on rip a bong your shitter song's tired worn out and useless my sole it poured out my correction was ruthless your direction is toothless eclectic music it liberates your acts like a noose it squeezes the life and retracts from the lucid leaving me like 'oh you rap?' that's amusing dapper soothing I match my life with your illusion now I've moved in, country boy city fusion walking in a bubble through the complexities of life cooking up some trouble with this recipe delight the best will be the night when the rest of me decides to arrest the suspect destinies that pester me inside and forget the jester's effigy look west forget the time and the clowns that just seem dressed to be impressed where they reside deep time fiery beginnings depths of space watch the cycle of the heavens three cycles of the milky way interplanetary play it's a collision quick pulsation vibrant sensation

the walk on the cliffs the smell of the sea the sun sets into oceans westerly breeze soft grass and spongy seats my mother with me my eyes then closed time then froze waiting to breathe. saluting the sun in her baking degrees powerless to her plan but in nature I'm free float on her swell, feeling her pulse now plastic proverbs and their meanings are false. its sitting amongst the tallest of trees or riding through forests in deepest of snows scrambling up mountains the steepest of screes or reflecting on tides as they ebb and they flow. It's why you stare at the fire and ponder the stars why i dismiss your selfishness wander on past proceed to seek solace in forming the last sentence of a song sway ascension to calm. I'm calm when i go make this, closed eyes when i fly spaceships rhythm a divine matrix no kidding notes written flows spit-em hit em' with a bitter rhyme basis I'm calm when i fly spaceships. As the light comes down Fox eyes light up, As the night curls round, Midnight rider. Got to be so strong to be so soft As the light comes down Fox eyes light up, As the night curls round, Midnight rider. As the light comes down Fox eyes light up, As the night curls round, Midnight rider. Got to be so strong to be so soft

When you fall, you fall for the forbidden, when you smile you smile at what is hidden Nightingale not the lark seeing pictures in the dark chasing songbirds for a lark sweeping roaches from the path Now I call, I call toward the living And I smile, I smile at what is given, Nightingale into lark Feeling comfort in the dark, Feeling hunger in the heart, Seeing roses on the path. Nightingale not the lark seeing pictures in the dark chasing songbirds for a lark sweeping roaches from the path forbidden the fruit approaches to get rid of the truth and bogus lies mirrored and nurtured both your eyes, delivered and lived this culture I've withered and aged when you wont oblige toked on the Thai with local guys don't comply with Pope or Priminister I hope that I'm diligent with a world-view, hard-earned and totally you and your last turn to hope that its true cos' these sparse words can't cope in the womb. Spitting a birth over chords that's umbilical never for money applause was the pinnacle clever yet dumb waging war as the cynical audio man his distortions are minimal When you fall, you fall for the forbidden, when you smile you smile at what is hidden Nightingale not the lark seeing pictures in the dark chasing songbirds for a lark sweeping roaches from the path Now I call, I call toward the living And I smile, I smile at what is given, Nightingale into lark Feeling comfort in the dark, Feeling hunger in the heart, Seeing roses on the path.