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I make threnodies, I make music my centrepiece
I'm tired of rappin about my broken identities
I went to see Hebridean sea in all its majesty
Finally I breathed and I began to see
It doesn't really matter what they do about me
Most mothers don't have a clue about me
But that doesn't mean that I dwell in secrecy
It's just that I find my psyche smellin frequently
Of the bullshit that makes a woman what she wants to be
And I can't find the words to describe that certain she
I certainly don't want to be permantly
Regurgitatin words that don't mean anythin to me
Just because I think my hip hop is mean
Just because I think that I'm so fresh and so clean
Profound is the sound of my brain spinnin round on its axis
Labour can't tax this
Cause it doesn't belong to anyone so I can max this
I can turn it into a man of the match hat-trick
One, two, three, get up
Get down so the funky sound won't let up
Drink a vat of beer if you wanna fuck your head up
Come on children, dance til you're thoroughly fed up

One, two, three, four
I make threnodies for the victims of the worst wars
That's right, it's a noble cause

I make question marks, not disrespectful remarks
I'm inclined to find a back door into the charts
The underground ones represented by the people's hearts
If you arrest, I'll do my best to jump-start
Society sometimes goes stale, skin pale
Rigor mortis, I report this, don't abort this mission or we'll fail
Do you want the next chapter to be where X Factor prevails?
I hear music scream and wail
No, no, don't let Simon's ship set sail!
Fuck it, he can do whatever he wants
I never set out to step on anybody's toes, but it haunts me
To think that we could sink as a country to the low
Where Britain's Got Talent is all we got to show
Don't get me wrong, there'll always be a song
For the lost and the lonely and the don't belong
There'll always be a fever and a fever receiver
There'll always be a Jesus and a fervent believer
But there'll always be a reluctant bunch of pharisees
Who, in my opinion, don't always see with clarity
There's no good and bad, no wrong and right, no real disparities
All I'm sayin is I got soul you can share with me

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from This Mixtape's A Disgrace, released November 20, 2013

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