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lowkey - the return of lyrics

[intro: duane jones, akala, ghetts]
’cause (yeah) there’s a major demand for lowkey material
do you think we’re gonna get more lowkey material in 2016?
i dunno about in 2016
but i…i mean i…i would find it hard to believe that never in his life..
someone naturally that talented
that brilliant an mc
with music just flowing through his veins
i will be very surprised if he…if he never comes back
lowkey is one of them people with them, like, energy, threat, can’t beat
certain people’s energies are off and i just think, we’re on, we’re on a different side spiritually
on a deeper ting, i just feel like you’re on the other side spiritually
we can worry

[verse 1]
you could never top my fire in the booth
i don’t need a label, i’m signed to the truth
if you’re a lion heart with the mind of a moose
your circle can hurt you as tight as a noose
bars artillery, harsher than k!ller bees
i’m a marksmen with beats, carving them into meat
par mini mes, laugh at them in the street
wanna spar the elite, hard for you to compete
not a marketing dream, hearts in the middle east
starving to eat, marger beyond belief
where they martyr the meek, marching them into meet
with the arms of the beast, harvesting with the t–th
if you’re unhappy when you come at me, never miss
make you run scatty, dumb scallywags are getting dissed
trump rally with a gun carried in your fist
that’s a punk patty and a chump chatty terrorist
intellect
still the sickest on the internet
didn’t know that will k!ll you slow like a cigarette
outlying, you get outlined like a silhouette
been a vet, that didn’t pet, the illest and i’m still a threat
personified, verse at a time, merk ’em
heard all your rhymes, certain that i burn ’em
emerged in my prime, first to define to curtains
it’s german, your ride hurting ’cause i’m jurgen
murder the mic, klinsmann when i’m turning
merciless fight, klansman when i’m verbing
words that i write, sting them when i’m bursting
worst of my type, champion night nurse ’em
016 did a sold out tour
think you know my life, i don’t know about yours
i was blackballed then, ’cause i spoke ’bout war
they want me closed down, but i spoke out more
now the silence is broken, virus is frozen
come to wash it away like the tide of the ocean
my pride is evolving, size of a trojan, horse on course to divide your emotion

[chorus]
go rounds with the pen, the sound of a vet
they rouse me i’m k!lling ’em again-ga-ga-gen-gen
the album is next, it’s foul that you slept
my mouth is weapon now again-ga-ga-gen-gen
how they forget, these cowards are vexed
pound the alphabet again-ga-ga-gen-gen
you’re out of your depth, bow to the best
put the crown on my head now again-ga-ga-gen-gen
(we want lowkey)
(we want lowkey)
(we want lowkey)
(we want lowkey, they were calling out)
(we want lowkey)
(we want lowkey)
(we want lowkey)
(we want lowkey, they were calling out)

[verse 2]
say you’re sick, i’m prophylactic
say you’re old school, i’m so jur-ssic
flow galactic, gymnastic could hold a back flip
keep you grounded like drones at gatwick
behold a cl-ssic, your poker tactics
are soulless and hopeless, you nosy actors
my mode of practise, is molten acid
flows roams the globe i control its axis
no foes in my lane, most of them are deranged
how you cope with pain, c0ke in up ya vein
they moulded your brain, culture k!lling the fame
they known of my name, ‘spose it was gonna fade
get the concept, a monster that’s lost like loch ness
silly flows all my videos are a boxset
obsessed, with the nonsense, tell me what’s next
another day, i could run on stage like offset
oxford to bangkok, jam pops off
even amsterdam flow can pop clogs
stand on hot rocks, still man’s not hot
got g*nius bars like a laptop shop
look into the eyes of my son
see the moon shine and the rise of the sun
showed you my thumb, that’s the size of your lung
i love you and everything you’ll strive to become
i’m like godzilla
kids think they’re sick but they’re not iller
hop in the mosh pit, i’m toxic the plot thickens
hot spitter, couldn’t give a toss if your watch ticking
top of the roster, eat monsters for hot dinner
the glitch in the matrix
spit with the greatness
flipping the script, my existence is dangerous
convincing the jaded
no stint with the majors
my fiscal’s still sick, with no hits on the playlist
miserable haters
thinking for ages
how to incriminate or intimidate him
ink in my name is
sinked in the pages
pimps of the game want my fingerprints faded
i wonder where the lyricism’s gone?
ridiculous how these kids are getting on
i don’t even listen to their lyrics when it’s on
delete the whole app in the middle in the song

[verse 3]
if everyland was wherever we stand
and we never see the dishevelled rebels heads in the sand
devils with terrible plans, metal that they clench in their hands
ready to embezzle the cheddar and cement of your fam
settle the land, weapons and gangs intentionally scam to sever your every memory man
it’s deadly and sad, they said to me, let it be together we stand
defending these energies of heavenly lands
guess who’s back from the dead
time to scramble your head with a random event
like 2pac, turned up to your nans on a ped
wearing vans with a bandanna wrapped to his head
you might bang on the net, but you ran from my pen
grand stand, i’m van damme, mangle these men
jackie chan, with the d-mn hands, phantom for them
damp breddas with antennas get strangled again
vanilla ice, top floor dangling them
take it old school, bring a sandal for them
if you heard my bars thought that was a send?
then you better bring back ’cause my friend
i’m a vandal man, handle your ankle and bend
will you stand and defend or just scram for the fence
when the m-ssacre ends, i’ll be back in the trench
better practise your reps, cause your knackered and stressed
think your hot though, with your botched flow, but your not bro
god knows, you could not blow, ’cause you flop shows
c-ckroach with a snot nose and a lost soul
dead sound it could get found in the cotswold
mic batterer, spine shatterer, rhyme patterner
define badder and might splatter a hype challenger
malaga to canada panic a sly manager
rhyme slazenger like daggers slice amateurs
my status is t-tanic, quite hazardous
high cameras try tracking us, life’s labyrinth
rhymes raps to us like maths to pythagoras
my stamina’s high calibre, try catching up
climb ladders to drop knowledge on top scholar
i’m not modest, top dollars couldn’t knock a rock solid
gods honest truth in the booth i could stop sonic
lock, stock and two smoking barrels in the box office
rhymer and a ripper, kaiza with a clipper
like tyson when he bit him been a psycho since a nipper
contemplating life like michael in the mirror
3, 2, 1 the word cypher came from sifr

[outro: akala, bruce real, charlie sloth]
labels should be beating down his doors
they wanna make money right?
but his political message is..is…just never gonna be played, never gonna be played on the radio
not marketable-
but that’s the thing, it is marketable (yes, okay)
because, how is it he’s able to sell, that amount of albums, and that amount of tickets, just off youtube
if you don’t wanna hear all that political sh-t, how…how is his success, or immortal technique’s success, you know, how is that explainable
they tell us it’s not marketable
what they mean is, again, it doesn’t fit with the agenda of the people who control the music industry
it’s not about conspiracy
what would be the consequences, if the song terrorist for example, was that popular, just off a youtube video
what would the consequences if it was played daytime on radio 1
do you think people would…would suddenly not like the song, not listen to it
but what he’s saying is unacceptable to be played at that time of day, to that audience
not because it wouldn’t resonate with them
actually quite the contrary
because if it resonates with them, what are the consequences?

your boy charlie sloth, the people’s prince
i’m here at the garage on holloway road
representing my boy, lowkey
for the album launch, for the soundtrack to the struggle
which i gotta say, in my humble opinion, is probably the best album of the year
it’s probably, the best album in the last few years period
and the fact that, you walk down the street, and you see the queue as crazy as it is
i can’t lie i got a little piece emotional
i had to stand back, i had to take a deep breath, and i just had to look at the crowd
’cause it was real f-cking emotional
now anybody that listens to my shows know i’m an avid supporter of lowkey
i have been from dot
and, to see, how he’s gone from strength to strength
and built the, platform that he’s built for himself
without any, other dj’s really f-cking with him
any, any financial backing
no major labels, no labels period
it’s a beautiful thing man, like it is a beautiful beautiful beautiful thing
and, i am honoured to be here tonight man
lowkey is doing his d-mn ting

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