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Cerulean - Irises
03:02
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I’m looking through the window of your gallery
The paintings look amazing in this light
The Water Lilies, Sunflowers & Irises
I think I’d like to join your there inside
So I get a job attending to the gallery
Every day I see you coming by
But when you see the space next to the Irises
Tears start filling up your eyes
Don’t cry, sweet child
If you need tears then take these from my eyes
It's fine to smile
Even Van Gogh smiled from time to time
Tears are thickening the brushes of your eyelashes
I can barely see you through the running light
Dripping off the edges of your canvases
But as you let them dry, behold the S1GHT:
Two rings of golden hazel, oak and emerald
Separate the pearly light from darkest night
The only thing more beautiful than seeing them
Is seeing the world through those eyes
So don't cry, sweet child
Mona liked a joke on the side
We’ll ride this tide
You on a Renoir, me on an exit sign
Recline, look up high
There’s nothing above us except the Sistine sky
So don't cry, sweet child
Jesus wept but he also made the wine
Shakespeare wrote Hamlet but also wrote Twelfth Night
Even Van Gogh probably smiled from time to time
("Man's being (all that a man is)
can be seen from different points of view,
giving rise to two entirely different descriptions...")
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2. |
MC Beastly - Sunglasses
02:56
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("...there is one thing which can be seen as two faces.
From top to bottom: forehead, nose, mouth and neck")
Don't need a Rolex, I've got a flip phone
Never buy a Birkin, I'm happy on my own
Don't need drugs to get in the zone
But there's one thing I've got to own
No drip, blue ticks, black cards
Don't need NFTs or Ferraris
But there's one thing I can't walk past it's:
Sunglasses
Welcome to my dark side: where I rap honestly
It’s a S1GHT for sore eyes, I’ll paint a picture
Of the #DividedSelfie taking narcissist, an egotistic artist
There’s method to my madness: I’m a Beast in sunglasses
'Cos they're a flex on you
The rest of the crap I'll eschew, I’m just here to rap what’s new
Strip some layers, get down to the truth like:
Most shoots rent, don’t buy what you see
Spotify’s bent to those with a deal
But there’s empty bars only rhymes can fill
It’s a shady world, but you'll know that I'm real ‘cos I
Don't need a Rolex, just flip out my phone
Haven't bagged a shorty, still happy on my own
Don't need drugs to get in the zone
But there's one thing I've got to own
No drip, blue ticks, black cards
Don't need NFTs or Ferraris
But there's one thing I can't walk past it's:
A new pair of sunglasses
Second half: come on let's have it! I ball in glasses: Edgar Davids
'Dis possessed, rob Savage, 20 22's average
So I'm Attacking Mid-Summer
She DM, I must got clobber, all of her peoples love her
But no gold diggers, I need a lover
I'm Ray with a band: I'm an on-key artist
You're a Pretty Woman: I'm Roy with a fast spit
Sound so good you Stevie Wonder if I'm blind
From behind a piano in glasses
Beat self-made, not from the market
#SavvyIndie, not been planted
Loop three chords, whenever you ask it's fire in the booth
Better put on sunglasses
Don't need Hermes watches drogas Bitcoin Social lovers
Grills or pills or petrol-guzzlers trophy girls with fake arses
Bloody diamond necklace shiny camera flashes fake eyelashes
Just give me a mic and a pair of
Sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses
Sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses:
Two UV-A&B lenses, set in the frame of some glasses
Swan Centre's my market, you think that's ratchet
You are policing sunglasses, what kind of narc is this?
Narcissus, now hug us, now kiss us
Soft on the inside like Cerulean is
Narcissus Narcissus Narcissus
Sunglasses in darkness like a narcissist
I'm a poet, of course I'm Narcissus
Reflect on myself in all the five senses like:
SATOR AREPO TENET OPERA ROTAS
My tenet is holding up mirrored
Sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses
Can you see yourself in my glasses?
Can you see within to the darkness?
Why do you need the Versaces?
These shades I brought at the Primarky
Cost me £1.50, I'm laughing
Yeah I am a real narcissist, I focus on how my verse arches
By cutting the rest of the crap like Medusa ya bishes
Sunglasses sunglasses, I'm wearing sunglasses sunglasses
Sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses sunglasses
Let's call it a rap 'cos I'm wearing sunglasses
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3. |
Cerulean - Real
03:43
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When I was younger my mother told me
Nothing about the birds and bees
Always a click away from stinging me
I guess I paid the Price for late-night TV
But now that I'm older I'm finally free
Of the need for constant company
It wasn't easy, took therapy
Where she told me I'm definitely
Ready for the real world
To be with a real
Girl, in the real world
Real world, where we used to dwell
When I was younger my daddy told me
Nothing about what's in our genes
Urgently hunting for dopamine
Seeking solace in loving machines
But now that I'm older I'm no longer the
Bumbling teen, hooked on pornography
Yeah now I'm on Bumble like a modern man should bee
You're real, I'm real: we should really meet
But wait, I'm enjoying it here
Swiping through all the real
Girls from the real world
The real world where we used to dwell
The real world with real girls
The real world with real girls
The real world, just download it on your phone
For real girls: just 2OUCH this URL
The real girls in the real world
Your real girls, just 2OUCH this URL
2OUCH this, 2OUCH this
2OUCH this on your phone
2OUCH this, 2OUCH this
2OUCH this
You are real
("Now if you are sitting opposite me,
I can see you as another person like myself...")
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4. |
MC Beastly - 6 Foot
03:11
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("...without you changing or doing anything differently
I can now see you as a complex physical-chemical system")
I was nearly six foot under before I made my teens
So I'm living my life purposefully
We'll all be six foot under one day, so follow my lead:
Live for each moment, breathe
Feel the 2OUCH of the breeze on your body
Please before it's six foot under
Are you feeling me? Or does moving imagery need to be seen
Up on a sixty-six foot screen to tell the stories the boys need
Yeah I'm leading man, as I stand six foot three
I may as well be the man I was meant to be and lead
Before they fill me with lead, I'm gonna make bread
Leave it to my fam when I'm dead, I will
Don't come from wealth, so I can't chill
Taxman knocking, I gotta make bills
Two things in life are guaranteed: death is nasty, HMRC
I'm pretty Mr. Darcy, Colin Firth schooled in Eastleigh
Out the city wasn't easy, call it first I'll make it fastly
Got to Oxford like Oscar, now I'm after an Oscar
Wild and free, #SavvyIndie, I played Algy but being Earnest:
Underdressed and state-educated, Misterunderrated
I'll Pirate beats 'til I make it, like Reggie: director-famous
Polar Express I'll Conduct ya, VVarner Bro so I'm up in
Hollywood getting shot in a Cafe, cracking a brewski
Pandit's pens at the ready: "Poachy mu ti Ruski?"
I played a Frenchman, played The Dane
So I'll play this game, then get back to my lane
That's where I'm laying these tracks from where I came
Eastleigh boy from back in the day
My autobiography, this is my Self-portrait
In case I'm six foot under before hitting my 30s
A record of some body nearly gone
Six foot under while still only a tween
'Cos of a mistake by a Pharma company I'm over
Six foot now I wonder about the man I'm gonna be
And yeah I wondered about swerving the vaccine
But life's too precious not to trust that history ain't on repeat
We'll all be six foot under, but let's delay it at least
I'll be playing the Beast up on your theatre screen
While you're eating up M&Ms, may I have your attention please?
I'd rather avoid the drama of LAMDA classes
Posh boys talk Greek out their arses about white-privilege
They're classist, us smalltown boys had it hard
But who knows who's life's the hardest?
All I know England's a money game, Karl me a Marxist
It's a shame we need martyrs to care about looking after
Those who look after our Care
Homes try wipe your Granddads arses
Can ministers act on questions begging for answers:
How can men be The Rock, while modern life is a hard place?
How can smalltowns compete in a global marketplace?
And why are real innovators getting stuck in red-tape?
Or if you just wanna fake it, join me acting on the screen
You can cry here all you like, art is pure humanity
So leave your ideology, killing joy don't entertain
Vote for whoever works so the rest of us can play
Until we're six foot under, while the-powers-that-be
Try scare us with the prospect of that mortality like:
"Stay six foot from one another, don't 2OUCH" like leprosy
While they're tonguing their colleagues and contracting all the sleaze
Let the Palace slip under, refresh democracy
With young people who can act off-screen
Before we're six foot under a global catastrophe
I take screens lightly, but real-life with gravity
Beastly
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Memories wash up on the beach
The smell of the sea, the ol' factories
The SC3NT on her skin, the dress she was in
The sound of a song you knew all along
Nothing to choose, nothing to lose
Just light the fuse
Strike a match, light the flame
Once you've taken aim
Victory awaits, fire away
So cannon indie
Sail the waves
Cannons bounce over centuries
Their SC3NT on leaves which are evergreen
But don't get marooned in those memories
Sail the seas with your artillery
I'll do something new: not one side, but two
Just light the fuse
I'll do it my way and light the flame
To leave you a SC3NT for which to aim
But no two are the same, when we don't need:
A crew, a chick, a stu, or a blue tick
To make a Boom!
You did it your way, and now you are free
You lit your flame, and found victory
So sail your waves independently
("With its own idiosyncrasies.
In this way, you are an organism...")
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("...expressed in the language:
co-existence of two different essences")
Most MCs can't write
Most writers can't see that you gotta play the part to hit Gen Z
I Will Shake my peers when I spit
Setting bars on fire, making English lit
Most MCs can't write
Most writers can't see that you gotta play the part to hit Gen Z
I Will Shake my peers when I spit
Setting bars on fire, making English lit
Yo I've a novella about a young fella like me
Man on a-mission for the screen
#SmalltownDreamer leaving Eastleigh to get a degree
Go uni-que, learn to speak properly (pronouns every Tea)
Write a masterpiece for some Doctor to do little with it
But I'm not playin', I'd rather make it rain
That's why I became an MC
Who can write, but
Most writers can't see that you gotta play the part to hit Gen Z
I Will Shake my peers when I spit
Setting bars on fire, making English lit
Put Byron in a battle, he'd be Lord of the mic
Mary a shelley MC if she had the right
Technology to record for free
Even PG Wodehouse would Ask Jeeves:
"If a tree falls down for Amazon
To print some book which nobody reads"
Try making a sound 3-minute song
Music's the food I love, play on
MCs who can write and writers who can see
That English was always mazzalean
Let's keeping pushing boundaries
And raising the bars making English lit
MCs can't you see?
Not every Mister's hiding the mind of a Doctor
What son? Those yer bars? They should lock yer
Content's all cursing and violence
I'd prefer some -
My pen is mightier than your pen-is mightier
Than your sword, I'm fighting you with these words
A new blend of cultures meant to outrage & excite you
With this novel SC3NT from the page of an
MC who can write
'Cos I'm a writer who can see
That you gotta give your heart to hit Gen Z
I'm a Beastly Boy when I spit
I hope they hear me out there in English Lit
Wilde kids getting stuck in a Reading Prison
That's the State of our schools, teachers listen:
We passed English, ghost it like Dickens
Give us class in music, not slim pickings
They got stories, show 'em how to tell
Refresh the page, don't let it go stale
Got giant dreams? Make your tale Swift
It's worth your words to share your gift
Forget the canon, just light your flame
Go out with a bang, they'll remember your name
MC who can write and a writer who can see
That you gotta keep pushing English boundaries
Let's Shake our peers when we spit
Setting bars on fire, making English lit
MC Beastly: it's the part of me that
Will Shake my peers
When I #SpitFireBars it's Lit
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You remind me of the way a girl made me feel when I was young
I can't remember her name but I can picture what we done
I couldn't put it into words but you remind me how it's sung
Yeah you give me a T4STE
Now it's on the tip of my, tip of my
Tip of my tongue
Tongue, tongue, tongue
Tip of my tongue
Tongue, tongue
Tip of my tongue
Under the weather I've been
My senses are dulled and I'm becoming thin
Nothing tastes of anything
Then suddenly the touch of your skin
Takes me back to my first time I felt a woman's bliss
Come a little closer, let me T4STE it in your kiss
'Cos you remind me of the way a girl made me feel when I was young
I can't remember her name but I can picture what we done
I couldn't put it into words but you remind me how it's sung
Yeah you give me a T4STE
Now it's on the tip of my, tip of my, tip of my
Tip of my tongue
Tongue, tongue, tongue
Tip of my tongue
Tongue, tongue
Tip of my tongue
Tongue, tongue
Tip of my tongue
Tongue, tongue
Tip of my tongue
("The study of human beings
begins from a relationship
with the other as person...")
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8. |
MC Beastly - SpitFire
03:16
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("...if one is listening to another person talking, one may")
Sometimes you gotta SpitFire to keep your freedoms from dying
So Eastleigh built the Spitfire
So you and me can, so we'd be free to hit higher
Yeah Eastleigh built the Spitfire
'Cos of a Few brave souls in the sky
We are free to, yeah I'm free to:
I'm blessed to be born in a time and place of relative peace
But some MPs tryna war over nothing (man yeesh!)
No interest in culture, now they wanna a piece
But please don't come to my shows
If you're gonna spread that disease
Sure there's global threats, but now the enemy is within
It's your uncle on the 'bookie sharing misinformation
About pandemics, AI, climate change and immigration
We've gotta build back truth, raise it back to a level plane
Like my hometown did back in the day, once it was plain to see
The danger overseas, we built up Supermarine
And 'cos the NSDAP quashed all dissenting speech
Godwin's Law is the neo-fascist preach:
"If you don't hear me out, you're a Nazi
You might think I'm nasty, but it's my free-speech"
Yeah you said it! Doesn't mean I have to let it in my ears
Or help it reach 20x more by engaging with it here
If you're extreme online join the Q
I'm breaking bread with those who are dear and it ain't you
But if you're positive, your message should be heard
Use the range of your free expression to stand out from the herd:
Why don't you act, why don't you paint
Why don't you take a photo that ain't your face
Why don't you dance, learn to massage
Plant something nice in your yard
Wait, why don't you bring something to the table
That's in good T4STE?
Or if you really just wanna make a noise:
At least put a few words to a beat, make a few lines rhyme
Haven't been trained to hit a note? It's fine
Rap's a democratic genre, any you can try
Just follow me, it's Smalltown England's time to
SpitFire
To keep our freedoms from dying
'Cos of a Few brave souls in the sky
You and me can, yeah we are free to hit higher
Eastleigh built the Spitfire
So you and me can hit higher
Yeah we'd be free to, yeah you and me can
SpitFire
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It's been a long, long time since I've seen your eyes
And time flows by faster than ever
But I'd still remember if you'd
Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign
Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign
Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign
Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign
I've had my ear to the ground, but I haven't heard a 5OUND
Now my house is my own
But if you hit the storm, I'll shine a light to guide you on
If you'd
Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign
Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign
Shoot a flame in the sky, Morse code flashlight
Send Out a Signal you're alive
You could even mime, or
Sign off goodbye
Just
Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign
Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign
Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign
Send Out a Sign, Send Out a Sign
We might recombine in the next lifetime
But in the meantime you've got a friend for life
So if you need me, won't you
Send Out a Sign
("Either a. be studying verbal behaviour and vocalizing,
or b...")
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("...be trying to understand what he is saying")
I'm not a player, I'm not a player
I'm not a player, I'm not a player
I'm not a player, I'm not a player
I'm not a player but you’re playing my track (a lot)
I'm not a player
Unless you mean like John Mayer 'cos I pluck a lot
Plonking keys, that's my only glock
Any room at the industry? Knock Knock
(Who's there?) Beastly
(Singles only) Won't sign on the dot
I'm single 'cos of Covid and sometimes I still get lonely
But I won't return to drink or dirty vids 'cos I gave up the lot
Married to my Double-albums b4 my 20s up
Then I'll blow, I'm a Guy with a plot
I'm not a player
Unless you mean like big puns
'Cos the word play is how I flipped this song
I hope you'll press play on the flipside
A Cerulean make it pop in every sense when I'm done
I'm Beast, I'm hardly who you thought would rap
I'm ArrDee Laing, got brains
I shop at the GAP, swim laps, don't get the WAP
I’m not a player, I'm not a player
I'm not a player but you’re playing my track (a lot)
I'm not a player but I Flip a lot, keep mine clean
FirstWeek I'm off 'bookie Zuckerbot
Google me, I Duck the lot
But if you're a Carly Rae with an IQ over 80
Call me maybe we can talk
Usually I don't chat unless you running on the track
Like Rick, A.D. & Weez, #LondonIsAVibe with man like that
I'm the King author, my work's on cam a lot
I'm not a player but you're playing my track (a lot)
You're the payer, I'm the one who's playin'
Supporting Skinnyman: yeah that's at Railway Inn
I love to surprise, so what better way than to look nice
Cover eyes, pick up a mic and start slayin'
Live on stage, 5OUND amazing, never Auto-Tune
What you hear is what I'm saying, and what I'm saying's
I'm not a player, I'm not a player
I'm not a player but you’re playing my track (a lot)
I'm not a player, I'm not a player
I'm not a player but you’re playing my track (a lot)
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Laurence Warner Eastleigh, UK
*Singer-Songwriter-Rapper*
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