The Adventures of the Tiger Shadow

Tracklisting

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• 1 / Oh No, Overflow!

  Verse 1

  Me and Tycho together no brainer like jellyfish
  Now that's some ish you won't find in my dish
  Come on genie, just grant us this wish
  And do it in reverse, bosh bash bish

  Switch it up to keep it fresh
  We refuse to be pigeonholed, yes
  Tight rhythms and rhymes we possess
  I'm feeling myself no less, I confess

  Strong lyrics like they bench press
  Nuff critics reviews they are impressed
  Don't bother with the fancy dress
  It's gonna take a bit more time I guess

  For you to know that we one of the best
  No covers, we don't take requests
  Stay humble but this truth I express
  Playing this game is far too much stress

  Send it to my yahoo
  This one is for only you, Yazoo
  New Tiger Shadow CD's buy two
  Try something different, Typhoo

  Make it with bare hands, pottery
  Prog Rock plus Ghanaian sorcery
  Half and half split dichotomy
  It's like reverse reverse psychology

  This is my church
  No curses, avoid the dirt
  The younguns I don't wanna pervert
  I'll have a slice of tight beats for dessert

  Pop shield firmly in place
  All we need is a beat and a phat bass
  Keep laying down these tracks, fast pace
  Stripe 1, 2, 3, 4, slap in the face

  Chorus

  Oh No, Overflow! X8

  Verse 2

  One man's rare is another man's yuck! Raw!
  Over here we prefer the raw uncut pure
  Hardcore, Tiger Shadow we back y'all
  We don't forever wanna remain obscure

  Black is the new black
  Always ensure that you are on track
  By any means avoid the slack wack
  Trapped-up cack tictac muzak

  Relax and take minutes
  If the beat misbehaves, discipline it
  Rough it, nail it, kill it, no limit, innit
  Get with the bulletin, we in it to win it

  Reggae, funk, electronica, jazz mixed with pleasure
  Feta salad thrown in for good measure
  The pirate with the parrot said to the boy, here's a
  Here is a map for that other kinda treasure

  They hit rock bottom and then started digging
  Some kinda inner feeling, stop the healing
  In case of emergency break the glass ceiling
  One bird, two stones, we went a-killing

  It would be nice if we made some shillings
  Or pounds, make it easier for the billing
  The bills, telephone bills, automobiles
  Primarily for the fun, the joy, the thrill

  Steps towards the goal post is so slow
  But we keep on keeping on giving them a live show
  Some people get it and love it and we thank you so
  Much, we want more people to hear our heart and soul

• 2 / Baxter's Revenge (Trap Digger)

  Verse 1

  Not trying to do what's hot right now
  Cos one day that won't be hot cry foul
  But that's the way the biz is right now
  No freestyle now, I write these rhymes down

  Way beyond flu sick, flow sick, Ebola
  Knickerbocker bola, old school like tom bola
  Get some nuts, quit yo jibber jabber
  Juju magic, Adabraka, abracadabra

  Rock this funky joint
  Not that kinda joint, you rub some oint-
  meant, where the pain is makes Komla lament
  You get the point, my style is different

  These rhymes they help me document
  Ramblings, musings, thoughts and sentiments
  Original style hotter than filaments
  This talent heaven sent with which I represent

  Hook

  Come on
  Okay
  A ha
  E hee... Yep!

  Verse 2

  Komla MC
  I'm qualified like Quincy ME
  Got a nice flow to make them see
  Make all the people go OMG

  Stroking the cat like a bond villain
  This ting go be, Insha Allah, lord willing
  This pie could do with a fruit filling
  Six shillings if you will, oh my darling

  With some real Ghanaian dance and romance double do
  Deny it and the baby ends up looking like you
  Prince of peace brandishing a sword
  Message direct from the Holy Book oh Lord!

  This one it be top draw
  Make your jaw drop right down to the floor
  Right there yeah! Gimme some hardcore
  Ooh baby I like it raw

• 3 / Don't Try This At Home

  Verse 1

  Let me tell you what I do
  I weave these rhymes tight like bamboo
  Before I push it, pineapple, Agadoo
  My home country below Ouagadougou

  Let me tell you where I am
  It's been a while since I experienced Harmattan
  Flimflam, dip your Tim Tam in chilli jam
  There's more palindromes than madam

  Let me tell you who we be
  Never gonna sell our soul for salary
  Tiger Shadow and the great Komla MC
  You've gotta practice some humility

  Chorus

  Don't try this at home
  Don't try this at home
  This is not about dealing or distributing or glorifying dope!

  Different kinda ting, you best know
  If you're gonna do that at least flow
  Do it artistically homes
  Put some thought into it bro

  Don't try this at home
  Don't try this at home
  This is not about dealing or distributing or glorifying coke!

  Different kinda ting, you best know
  If you're gonna do that at least flow
  Do it artistically homes
  Put some thought into it bro

  Verse 2

  Now why would I hang around the block
  When my contemporaries are buying stocks
  And shares, and grinding around the clock
  Keep climbing Jack and the Beanstalk

  Don't judge a book by its cover
  You can judge a man by his shoes bruvver
  They were laughing at you not with ya
  They knew all along it was rubbish ya?

  Come correct no half stepping
  Or roll back down the hill, half clutching
  It's not a bloody competition
  Every man has his personal mission

• 4 / Prepare Thyself

  On your marks, get set go, Usain Bolt
  There they go, rolled up notes up they nose
  Forget the consequence that's the life he chose
  He's gonna take what he wants, that's all he knows

  Another life is lost, that's all she wrote
  That's what I heard on that new ish yo
  Shame cos it's over a hot beat though
  Man that thug is sweeter than Rubicon Mango

  We've hit a moral and a musical cul-de-sac
  Do a u-ey, turn around, turn right back
  The kids can see that crime does pay
  Preach if you will, but people keep making money that way

  They'll do anything for a couple of pounds
  This town is coming like a ghost town
  Capone copies and Corleone clones
  Those are real, not splurge guns, Bugsy Malone

  Fresh stanzas and bars
  Forget the cars superstar, let's talk about your scars
  Heavy and dark on the synth no qualms
  Underground, sub dub, personal urban Psalms

  It goes well with a shot of Appleton white
  After that everything will be alright
  Image is everything, forget Sprite
  And resist the urge to follow that trend, aaaight

  Make your strong lyrics, tight
  Where I go when I'm losing my mind, like
  Immerse myself in this musical marmite
  Some people love it, other flippers think it's shite

  Tonight Matthew, I'm gonna be myself
  Who else, man I can't be anyone else
  Raise your glasses, a toast to good health
  All one is hoping for is just enough wealth

  Raise your glasses, a toast to good health
  All one is hoping for is just enough wealth (ad lib...)

• 5 / Tried & Tested

  Verse 1

  This is how we get down
  Our band offer you more buck for your pound
  Our brand, bonfire, hot tiger sounds
  Spellbound with the surrounds in the campground

  We're not effing around
  First and foremost I came to move the crowd
  Move you physically and spiritually, wow
  Like newfound love is so profound

  This is deep fried in palm oil
  This is 30-plus rap, this is hard boiled
  Nod your head, resistance is futile
  Get inside your head like a heat seeking missile

  Chorus

  Shake to the rhythm and
  Break to the rhythm and
  Rock to the rhythm and
  Roll to the rhythm and

  Move to the rhythm and
  Groove to the rhythm and
  Blaze to the rhythm
  I'm a slave to the rhythm and

  Ride to the rhythm and
  Vibe to the rhythm and
  Drop to the rhythm and
  Pop to the rhythm and

  Move to the rhythm and
  Groove to the rhythm and
  Blaze to the rhythm
  I'm a slave to the rhythm oh

  Verse 2

  Blessed with the gift of the gab
  Hit you round the head with a lyrical jab
  Got that Ghanaian vocab
  I think I'm gonna have to catch a cab

  Say it ain't so
  It's the same old same old same old
  That's getting all the serious play yo
  Shhh, I hear a knock at the door

  The chicken and the egg turn up at the same time
  It's a must that we bust, grand design
  Architect, take your time to build the rhymes
  And remember to always keep an open mind

  Verse 3

  All they wanna do is dance
  That edutainment stuff don't stand a chance
  Move your behind wind and grind
  Leave your worries and your conscience behind

  Break up that fight
  And you could get stabbed by a stray knife
  I, Grew up on that sci-fi
  90's chrome cassette blasting in the hi-fi

  Get new stuff, Ikea
  Good riddance, good idea
  There's a new one every month now
  I know nothing about no miaow miaow

• 6 / Red All Over

  It's of no use
  Don't wanna sound like a grumpy old dude
  A tad mad at the start, but that's old news
  Do what you wanna do man, you've got the right to choose

  Any kinda music is a great healing tool
  So go on popsters, doing what you do
  Peace to that crew and this crew, you know what we do
  Purists and old school fools

  We ain't no hip hopping hipsters
  Hopping from one trendy trend to the other
  I'm from the land of Dogs of War
  With the strength of the god of thunder, Thor

  Maybe one day we will play New York
  He probably eats too much pork
  You may find him listening to Bjork
  Is it a fork or a spoon, spork

  Live and let live, live and let die
  Alright guys, try before you buy
  Wrong switch, it's mutants like The Fly
  A little white lie is still a lie

  I smell a rat, how do you feel?
  Him and the pigs made some sort of deal
  I saw him hanging around the pigmobile
  Feel him, he's got a wire concealed

  You mean he's a snitch? For real?
  I dare you to open his shirt to reveal
  He's guilty ignore the bull spiel
  I always knew he was gonna squeal

• 7 / Monsoon Too Soon

  Man, do it properly
  I'm doing this right here it's no fantasy
  I control this microphone with authority
  I have the right to speak my mind, my liberty

  I'm from the land where the police manhandle vandals
  And most people on the streets wear sandals
  Chale wote, people kill political rivals
  And child rebel soldiers fight for survival

  Where you won't see people walking their dogs
  Picture that in Accra, man that would just be odd
  They sing to themselves who needs the iPod
  And they believe 100 percent in their God

  That old community life don't slate it
  Western life leaves one feeling isolated
  One man's torture is another's intelligence
  A bit of police brutality just makes sense

  Komla MC man,
  Tiger brother number one, second to none, we've only just began
  No alarms and no surprises
  They came second place in the war, guess what the prize is

  Even if you win the rat race you still a rat
  Many different ways to skin a cat, believe that
  I want a Winnebago with bits that expand
  So we can drive all the way to the motherland

  Refrain

  Ewe dialect spoken word...

• 8 / Serene Trampoline (Petrichor)

  Okay, I came all the way from over there
  To see if we could make a better life over here
  But I miss the good times back home, her
  True ting I dey talk, kwe

  Ahhh...the good old days
  Memories, reminisce, left me in a daze
  Chale, it seems like just yesterday
  Picadilly biscuits, Papa Bronya, Kingsway

  Time dey pass, look your hourglass
  Like traffic from Kwashiman to Lapaz
  Take the change buy some Hacks
  Small axe, small tax, if you no know ask

  Agege bag or portmanteau
  My brother you dey drink beero or pito
  I dey walk around with cold nose
  I dey wear tough boots still my toes froze

  I reach down, they say chale you dey rosh
  Since when you start slang, oh my gosh
  You want to start to act like say you be posh
  All that kinda nyaa, it be nothing, it be tosh

  Osu, Matador, Circle, Abrantee Spot
  Bus Stop, Paloma, Labone waakye hot
  The bigshot call shot gun and what not
  Then man feel say he be some hotshot

  I no dey like the taste of konkonte
  Bring some yam, some akple or some kenkey
  With tilapia, fried fish and some abolo
  The style it be my own, it no be laboro

  You go see everyting fili fili
  Make am hot, kpakpo shitto, chilli, piri piri
  Good shot it no be ofu, it be ree
  Brotherman be half-co make you no call am ofree

  Long time since I drink Milo
  With Nido, play Ludo, draw Fido Dido
  Night time for Labadi Beach
  This it be gin or akpeteshie?

• 9 / What Were They Thinking

  Verse 1

  Freedom of speech, express what's within
  There really would be no point in living
  If music couldn't express what you're feeling
  Where do I start where do I begin?

  The audience can't keep eating the same old food
  Too much of any one thing is not good
  Food for thought, man, I don't wanna party-poop
  But if I say nothing then I will be a damn fool

  We ain't gonna contribute
  Towards the over-sexualisation of our youth
  People need party music to escape the bad news
  So go on and shake what your mama gave you, that's cool

  Grab somebody and dance, why wouldn't you?
  We all like a bit of a groove and a dance too
  Forgive me if I ain't keen on the new dance step
  When there's a lot of dog mess I need to sidestep
  No defense for the nonsense, no offense

  Chorus

  What were they thinking?
  The musicians kept playing and singing

  What were they thinking?
  The people just kept dancing and drinking

  What were they thinking?
  All the while the ship was sinking

  What were they thinking?
  All the while the ship was sinking

  Verse 2

  I'm sorry if it seems like I don't wanna party
  I can't just pretend everything is okay
  What do you mean not right now? No time like now
  How now brown cow, it's all gone low brow

  We are what we pretend to be
  The effects on society with all that imagery
  Strange mentality, keep it real. Reality's
  About as real as a pair of silicone mammaries

  We don't have money to misspend
  This league of extraordinary gentlemen
  We don't follow trends, not our style my friend
  Or that will be the end, Amen

  Verbal pugilist, keep going on like a crazed evangelist
  Coexist with the escapist materialist non-lyricist
  Always the pacifist, never the chauvinist
  Occasional satirist, break bread Euchariist
  Holy water, exorcist!

• 10 / Proof Of Concept

  Verse 1

  Yo, it's the bees knees
  Keep em keen and ting with these treats
  Keep the buzz alive, bzzz, bumble bees
  Why you asking man I haven't got no keys

  To your beamer, better ask zim zimma
  Tycho brings the quaver, I bring the quiver
  Full of sharp poisoned arrows I deliver
  Nothing like chopped liver, let the hog simmer

  No way Jose, no blaze my way
  It's nice not to always have Calamity Jane
  Always in your brain and your membrane
  Never mind, never mind, it's not a damn shame

  Protect the innocent we mention no names
  Characters are different but the story stays same
  Crying shame, crime wave, it's so lame
  No way you're gonna get these beasts tamed

  It's the bloody attack of the clones
  They do all that to keep up with the Joneses
  Hammers and shanks, sticks and stones-es
  Just make sure you don't break my bones-es

  Once in a while it's poo
  And it's time to sing the blues
  I'm living proof that you can spit the truth
  In the booth, without being uncouth

  Verse 2

  My style is not orthodox
  Incredible African paradox
  Half light, half dark, equinox
  Too hot, too cold, just right Goldilocks

  I still listen to them Yankee Doodle cowboys
  Corrupting each and everyone with their loud toys
  I think it's just a victimless crime
  So don't be so harsh criticising next time

  You don't know what it's like until you test mine
  For some people it's the Red Red Wine
  It's not the way it's supposed to be this time
  We still keep pushing up with these sweet rhymes

  Get involved problem solved
  With shots of Smirnoff, stir nuff
  Set it off, lies camera action
  So called tough dudes lacking in passion

  Their raps are not up to par
  Baby par, far out, bad for you star
  Like deep fried mars bars
  Extraterrestrial no fake superstar

  Hip Hop Punk Rocker
  Solitary brother, no retreat no surrender
  I can't believe it's not butter
  Who, what, which, when, where? Why bother?

• 11 / Standard Response

  Verse 1

  You too can be on you-tube
  Talking about screws, you are too rude
  Screw loose, foot loose and too lewd
  Truth, dude you are too crude

  Oooooh, we never get booed
  Tea properly brewed, we always get crews
  Respect due, keep feeding you good food
  Are you talking to yourself or is it the Bluetooth?

  Wake up and smell the cappuccino
  We can't all be like Al Pacino
  He was just acting in the film amigo
  So why you trying to be like him? Oh no!

  Break a few young ladies hearts
  Then put it all in your slack bars
  Monkey see monkey do play your part
  That is why we are poles apart

  Ease off or you'll sound like a hater
  So what? Hip Hop liberator
  Incinerator for the wackness perpetrator
  See you later alligator

  It's all a pile of crock
  Chock a block mediocrity such a shock
  We keep this right here on lock
  We don't rock with that poppycock

  Verse 2

  Roll up the tank it's time to pull rank
  On all these boys that are faking the funk
  Don't put too much of that junk in your trunk
  Relax to Thelonius Monk

  They let the feral kids run amok
  They act different when they're in Bangkok
  I dreamt we were playing at Woodstock
  They keep acting like they're straight up cocks

  Lock Stock and two smoking barrels
  Not really feeling that trendy apparel
  Credit brunch with champagne
  It is what it is, no pain no gain

  It's a whole new generation
  It's all about immediate gratification
  Information saturation, wisdom starvation
  Utopian conclusion? No...

  Au contraire mon frere
  Life so hectic, anger and hatred
  Various drugs smoked and injected
  Don't need prison to be incarcerated

  He spent all the money, bailiff
  Your religion is boring? Faith lift
  If your other one was boring you stiff
  He would rather believe in shapeshift-ers

• 12 / Helter Swelter

  Verse 1

  Jim Tycho
  Jim Tycho
  Jim Tycho

  Jim Tycho starts this with military precision
  Then I come in and make the first incision
  With the lyrical wizardry Ghanaian diction
  We're all brethren, what's the reason for the friction

  You have no idea what we had to do
  Just to get this music out to you
  Big up to all the previous jam crews
  No hard feelings former Tiger Shadow you know who

  Very few, big shout out to ZUL
  'Cos without you,
  There would be no Komla MC and Tycho
  Take it back to square one, the dynamic duo

  Verse 2

  Always have the magic in the studio
  Some of you may have heard us on the radio
  Mix a little bit of everything, biryani
  It felt overdressed in the Armani

  It's cool though, I'm old school Karl Kani
  Can I bus, can I kick it, eh, can he
  Rare like hen's teeth, bombastic
  Keep it moving and grooving, no plastic

  With the cash back remember the flashback
  I catch some flak for that Ghanaian chat
  I can't drop the accent, ah! That's how my people talk
  I talk the talk and I sure do walk the walk

  Chorus

  Helter Swelter...

• 13 / Locomotion

  Verse 1

  All is not well in the belly of the beast
  Of the Devil's Pie many want a piece
  On one hand we've got the morbidly obese
  On the other hand starving kids are deceased

  In the Middle East they're fighting for peace
  And the biggest gang on our streets is the police
  Respect for the clergy is obsolete
  I wonder if there's a heaven for dodgy priests

  That can was clearly labelled worms
  A bit too late now to do an about turn
  Oh well, burn! You live and you learn
  Come follow me on this incredible journ-ey

  Don't be scared, it's not real, ketchup haemorrhage
  It's all fake, like they can't perform with no beverage
  Sooner or later this music has to be leverage
  Sweet musical heritage, way above average

  Chorus

  Come on baby, do the locomotion
  Pelvic motions and love potions
  Rub it down with some calamine lotion
  To soothe the itch of the daily commotion

  Verse 2

  What's going on fool?
  It's like working a decent 9 to 5 is not cool
  Do the right thing, object of ridicule
  But it's cool to walk around with tools

  All kinda arms, shanks, martial law rules
  Mess around and you will end up a ghoul
  Same ish from Blackpool to Liverpool
  And all of Blighty, that's what happens in this cesspool

  Over there, legal system is kangaroo
  Crime and punishment, Osu to Timbuktu
  Police and soldier will beat you black and blue
  Prison with hard labour, no thank you

  Now break things down to molecules
  One must be so desperate to be a drug mule
  Life so hard, commonsense is over-ruled
  I understand man, do what you do, cool?

• 14 / Hippo Electric

  Verse 1

  I insist on urban limericks
  In a style of a true school lyricist
  Get a grip, 5,6 pick up sticks
  No weapons that's the vibe he picked

  The others eat their carrot cakes on 9 carat plates
  Always in your face with their big chains, no hate
  And they give their fans a doodoo verse
  It's like somebody did a juju curse

  Verse 2

  Whatever happened to the protest song
  Change is gonna come man it's not long
  Fact or fiction? Didn't really wanna know about your sex situation
  Clearly a case of too much information

  Yes, yes, y'all, it's like that y'all
  The people are suffering whilst they having a ball
  Keep your head up and stand up tall
  The harder they come, the harder they fall

• 15 / Don't Be Scared

  Verse 1

  Got a spot by the bar
  Three cheers hip hop hurrah
  Those guys were a bit rah rah
  Before they came, they got some vodka from the Spar

  Let the Holy Spirit take you
  Jesus, Mobutu Sese Sekou
  They were walking around town screaming F you
  Among them was a man and his nephew

  They don't even respect the boys in blue
  You not one of the crew, who the hell are you
  To try and tell the man them what to do
  Better off spilling a drink on his shoe

  We've all got to let it out, do you
  Do you feel what you do when you doo doo?
  Dude, if you do then go on cool
  If you don't then shame, boo you

  It's that marching powder
  That's what gives them all that power
  No regrets, no replacing lost hours
  Celebration short-lived, sweet and sour

  We present these serenades
  For all you distinguished sirs and dames
  Shut up you lame, this ain't no game
  It's secondary, the fortune and the fame

  Chorus

  Don't be scared of them boys, right
  Full of bark but they just have no bite

  Verse 2

  If we got them thinking then the job is done
  Not trying to stop you from having fun
  But think about the long term, the long run
  Grow up and try to be a man, son

  Some freedom of speech is so-so
  Just to hurt someone else oh so bro?
  Oho! Mamma Mia, let me go
  My baby don't care for show, you know

  Jeevus beavers
  It's all nothing but jeepers creepers
  Most of us faced with extreme pressures
  Will resort to primitive measures

  If you were stopped by a hoodie in a dark alleyway
  He shows you a knife what would you say?
  Young fella, I could snap your neck with one hand
  But that thing you hold could do me more harm

• 16 / Bright & Gloomy

  Chorus

  Bright and gloomy (repeat)

  Verse 1

  88 keys, skin, strings
  A pen and a pad we create this thing
  Is the mic on? Right on, right on
  Arm channel, press record, red light on

  Sweet dreams live from Leeds
  Man, you won't find us in the streets
  Nevertheless we bring the heat
  Family friendly treats to move your feet

  Wash your mouth out nice and neat
  Cook it well enough for them to eat
  Sprinkle some herbs on it
  I wonder if we will achieve this feat

  Chorus

  Bright and gloomy

  They say we are...
  Make sure you keep it...
  This one is...

  Verse 2

  Dream or a nightmare, trick or treat?
  So if I'm going on a little bit
  Chill, better take a seat
  Surrender and accept defeat

  The rhyme the speech
  But mostly it's about the groove capiche
  Looks like pizza but it's quiche
  Hodge-podge, prog-rock, pastiche

  Band of gentlemen
  Bring you no trouble so don't you trouble them
  This should happen sometime this millennium
  Turn the creativity up to maximum

  Chorus

  Bright and gloomy

  They say we are...
  Make sure you keep it...
  This one is...

• 17 / Abject Happiness

  Chorus

  We've had it up to here
  You don't know the blood, sweat and tears
  Bring it if you want to we ain't scared
  Oh yeah

  We've had it up to here
  You don't know the blood, sweat and tears
  Bring it if you want to we don't care
  Oh yeah

  Verse 1

  Let's think outside the box
  Let's not talk about selling bad rocks
  Or get some botox for your buttocks
  Might as well get locksmith to change all the locks

  Never ever giving you Sandra Bullocks
  We bring you these short sharp shocks
  Everybody's time is different take yours
  When will I will I be famous

  Some do it with no shame like a cowboy builder
  Scam a granny no second thoughts whatsoever
  Whosoever believeth in Him liveth forever
  Will not perish something something whatever

  It's not big and it's not clever
  We keep praying for better weather
  Do it just the way you want to brother
  Unless you never had a plan, some follower

  You lemon, you lemming, you follow the leader
  Over the cliff, that's where it ends yeah
  We have the masterplan laid out here
  Don't be distracted by what's going on out there

  Deep voiced tortoise is well out of his shell
  He's got some protection against any evil spell
  It's all here on earth, both heaven and hell
  And we've got many different stories to tell

  Verse 2

  We done well so far What more should we do? Answers on a postcard
  With that attitude, you might just go far
  If it's too hot he will melt, coal tar

  Or asphalt, whose fault, no one but yours
  You can always keep blaming your boss
  Or get out the frying pan and cut your loss
  Into the fire no one gives a toss

  You can't take the heat just leave the kitchen
  He wanted new friends so he started snitching
  Who cares, nowadays loyalty means nothing
  I thought all that meant something

  These stars are out of reach
  There's no point continuously trying to preach
  To the choir, the converted, or to teach
  Students who don't want it, life is a beach

  Chorus

  We've had it up to here
  You don't know the blood, sweat and tears
  Bring it if you want to we ain't scared
  Oh yeah

  We've had it up to here
  You don't know the blood, sweat and tears
  Bring it if you want to we don't care
  Oh yeah

• 18 / Imagine My Surprise

  Verse 1

  That's really no way to talk to your mama
  Another manchild with no manners
  Spare a thought for no one do what you wanna
  Meanwhile social provides the manna

  Keep spitting thick ones like a lamma
  It's all good in this nation of pet lovers
  Don't trust him too much, he's undercover
  He does a kiss and tell from what I gather

  To continue this tirade I'm willing and able
  Bring all the beef you want, I bring veg, Abel
  Bring a bit more substance to the table
  More than the obvious crap on cable

  Acquired taste like eggy bread
  You can put this on before watershed
  At least make sure that the kids are well fed
  And well read, so in future they don't see red

  Hook

  Catch a blast of Leeds finest
  Tiger Shadow, get behind us
  It's Komla MC, your highness
  And if you're feeling this better rewind this

  Verse 2

  We own this style
  I can do whatever I like with this rhyme
  Mind who you smoke with like
  Cos you don't know what they put in that pipe

  If you don't like it go read a book
  You don't realise exactly what it took
  To get to this point by hook or crook
  I will leave all the competition shook

  To my fellow combatants
  Putting up with these audio pollutants
  Who keep making all the youth gallivant
  Ants in your pants, nothing to do, rant!

  Only a true nerd
  Or geek would understand how much work
  Goes into this right here, word
  You might as well stay off the herb

  And the spices, chale cook it raw
  We bring you more hardcore
  We don't give you no popcorn chicken
  Or fast food, it's all freshly cooked in the kitchen

  Blame it on the airwaves
  Encouraging us all to misbehave
  Far from saying you shouldn't rave
  But the message is depraved, deeper messages we crave

  What doesn't kill you will make you stronger
  Unless you end up paralysed, join the conga
  It's not right, it's all wrong tell the others
  Some people choose to stay under the covers

  No hypocrite I practice what I'm preaching
  Photoshop, seeing is no longer believing
  Don't waste any more time arguing
  It's about time you guys were leaving

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