
Date of issue: 13.03.2010
Record label: Sunday Best
Song language: English
Inert Explosions |
Verse One: |
When I spit, intensity intensifies |
My thoughts contort inside |
The thought behind my eyes are bought in simple rhymes |
The rest are galvanised, ingested and applied |
The waste then ostracised, potential realised |
Not a potential to speak as speaking works |
But a potential of those very words then by the listener heard |
These words, that in my head, once meant nothing at all |
Now flow with the full force of a waterfall |
And that’s enough force to break the death star |
Then I gotta pause, and take a breath |
That’s better now, let’s put some words together |
Put that letter with this letter till we get a better set of words |
A sentence, or maybe even a verse |
That we can write and rehearse, and then recite till it hurts |
Pack it tight till it bursts, if it feels right then it works |
A need to try this in verse, leaving the riot inert |
(Frozen) Frozen in a different time |
(Chosen) Chosen as a vessel for this stringent rhyme |
(Supposing) Supposing we all have these things inside |
(Explosion) An explosion’s all you need to make this rhyme benign |
As I lay rhymes on this beat my |
Pen-shaped sword cuts deep this sheet and |
If it cuts too deep to take I |
Pray the Lord my pen won’t break. |
x2 |
Verse Two: |
This internal spontaneous combustion engine |
This evil grandiose, eruption pending |
Inside all of us, comatose and hibernating |
Until you overthrow the demon at the gate that’s waiting |
And when you do, it all just flows through |
The roads have no queues, no one can slow you |
It’s bright, there’s no hue, the sights are in view |
It’s tight and it’s true, each line feels so new |
You sit down and write, write, write right now |
On your laptop type, type, type now |
Everything feels right, right, right now |
And you won’t stop and you don’t stop x2 |
Spoken Word: |
How’re you gonna get lost inside a place that you know better than |
Any other person in the world, it ain’t clever man? |
And what was it that made you get stuck in this riddle? |
Before you answer, sip the question a little |
As I lay rhymes on this beat my |
Pen-shaped sword cuts deep this sheet and |
If it cuts too deep to take I |
Pray the Lord my pen won’t break. |
x4 |
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The Struggle | 2011 |
Broken Promise | 2011 |
Rat Race | 2013 |
Try Dying | 2011 |
Let Em Come | 2013 |
1000 Words | 2013 |
Angles | 2013 |
Astronaut ft. Scroobius Pip | 2007 |
Sega RIP ft. Scroobius Pip | 2012 |
At All | 2013 |
Development | 2013 |
Reprise | 2013 |
Introdiction | 2011 |
Great Britain ft. Scroobius Pip | 2010 |
First Time I Met Muzik | 2013 |
Dreaming | 2013 |
Sick Tonight ft. dan le sac | 2010 |
Muses | 2013 |
Love Like This | 2013 |
Cauliflower ft. dan le sac, Scroobius Pip | 2010 |