
Date of issue: 03.03.2008
Song language: English
Mine the Gap |
Check the lyrical adventure as I’m travel writing with a sense of rhythm |
I’m as sensitive as vikings when inviting heads to listen |
To this abstract expressionist rap |
Like Jackson Pollock |
When he spreads the pigment |
This is Baba Brinkman on the Underground in London, England |
Surrounded by the sound of competition causing constant friction |
A lot of guys probably tryin' to strive for the top positions in their offices |
And on this ride their eyes are mono vision |
Crawling on the bodies of the hottest vixens probably thinkin' |
«Ima get my knob licked by all these women, once I’ve got the auspicious job |
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Plus the cars and riches for the proper proposition» |
And I’m thinking all these bankers and doctors and lawyers in training |
Probably have a whole lot to offer you gorgeous |
And without the enormous wallet and other resources |
All I can offer is locked in my cortex |
Like the knowledge that the starving artist can rock your entire corpus |
Like wild horses that never let you settle for a child’s portion |
But I ain’t sittin' on the train stunned like James Blunt |
So I get off at the next stop to go try to record this |
Please mine the gap |
Please mine the gap |
Please don’t disturb this man when he’s trying to rap |
Please stand clear of the closing doors |
The closing doors determine my chosen course |
When I infiltrate the city like a Trojan horse |
The next stop is Marble Arch |
Please mine the gap |
Please mine the gap |
Please stand clear of the closing doors |
On this public transit labyrinth in London |
I’m standing on the subway crammed in |
With a bunch of other with a bunch of other average companions |
Then someone Islamic steps onto the carriage |
Clutching a lumpy package and everybody panics |
So we gotta stop the train and wait for the cops to come |
And confiscate his Double Club Sandwich |
I got my iPod on watching bumping Cut Chemist |
As they let him off with a warning |
And now he’s got a suspended sentence |
And it’s obvious to everybody now that he’s innocent |
Like 99% of his religious and ethnic brethren |
But that never prevented these British citizens from letting their suspicions |
Get the better of their stiff upper lips |
And forgetting the principles of liberty and justice just this once |
To protect the parents of their kids |
And now I just missed my connection |
And I was on my way to meet up with this lady |
So that I could try to get some |
Feminine affection |
But instead, I’m directionless |
Like the rest of my generation |
So instead of wasting my free time chasing a feline |
I spend the day at a demonstration at the train station |
Waving a Peace sign |
Please mine the gap |
Please mine the gap |
Please don’t disturb this man when he’s trying to rap |
Please stand clear of the closing doors |
The closing doors determine my chosen course |
When I infiltrate the city like a Trojan horse |
Please mine the gap |
Please mine the gap |
Please stand clear of the closing doors |
Underfoot, underground cultures cross fertilize |
I stand under a dirty sign and watch bodies hurtle by |
Behind glass etched with the tags of graf artists |
Who see the works work the circuit of the circle line |
Bags are snatched |
Other bags hang under worker’s eyes |
Bags full of blues, coffee and overtime |
We stare at each others shoes |
'Cause shoes designate a certain pride |
We’ve all bought the merchandise |
And when the train stops at Totteridge & Whetstone |
We all look up and watch a nervous guy get off his bench |
And get in line and step in |
Let’s call him Kevin |
Blushing at the couple showing signs of affection |
Kevin sits and tries to hide his erection |
Behind a paperback entitled «Pride and Perfection» |
Hunched spine like a question, he wants to chat |
But people are unreachable across the gap |
The gap between the seats which allows passengers to read |
The Metro without touching knees with the next bloke |
The gap between the dweeb with their legs closed |
And the pin striped white collar fiending to get coke |
Up in the gap between the office and the strip club |
Hopin' it ends in a cocktail and a dick rub |
It’s the gap between a man that enters with a pimp strut |
And the lady reading «Heat» that wants a nip and tuck |
All citizens of the world just different hair-dos |
Step across the gap bruv |
I dare you |
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Name | Year |
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Fried Rice ft. Aaron Nazrul | 2008 |
Louder | 2008 |
How It Is | 2008 |
Tongue N Groove | 2008 |
Mud Island | 2008 |
Second Cell | 2008 |
The Birth of Mud Sun | 2008 |
Social Contract 2.0 | 2008 |
First Cell | 2008 |
Third Cell | 2008 |
Welcome to Capitalism | 2008 |
Get Naked | 2008 |
Louder 2.0 | 2008 |
The Gangsta Way | 2008 |
Dispatches | 2008 |
The Fallout | 2008 |
Phone Call | 2008 |