Bob Marley 40 Years After Death Personal Doctor Suspects Foul Play

Today (May 11th) marks 40 years since Bob Marley’s death, and to this day, his legacy still lives on in the hearts of his many fans across the globe. His impact was so great that, to date, he still has one of the best-selling albums of all time. His greatest hits compilation, Legend, which was released in 1984, has sold over 11 million copies in the U.S. and has spent nearly 300 weeks on the Billboard 200.

Bob Marley died of acral lentiginous melanoma on May 11, 1981, after being diagnosed in 1977. At the time of his death and for many years after, many fans believed that he was purposefully injected with cancer. It’s a theory that many fervent fans still believe. A recent interview that his personal physician, Dr. Carlton “Pee Wee” Fraser, had with Jamaica Observer may lend some credence to their theory.

He believes that Bob Marley may have been injected with the disease a little while after the assassination attempt at Hope Road. In fact, he added that he believed he is aware of the method of delivery. Most people believe that Marley’s woes started after a football injury but Dr Fraser believes differently. He believes that Marley’s troubles all started with the gift of a pair of sneakers.

“After the attempt to murder him at Hope Road when he was shot, Bob retreated to the hills. A few days later he was given a pair of sneakers. When he tried it on a needle went into his big toe and it was so hard to get it out. He then went on tour and when he was in London the toe got worse and it was said they would have to amputate the leg at the hip,” he said. When this was told to Bob Marley, he insisted that he speak with his own doctor. Dr. Fraser then began researching different techniques that would not require amputation.

“We were in New York because I was not licensed to work in the US and had to work through another doctor. After my presentation, they then suggested that it be amputated below the knee. I did not agree and so the decision was taken to remove the malignant area from the toe,” he explained. After that, the doctor sought out a specialist to verify that the procedure had been a success.

“Her exact words were: ‘Fantastic, you have a clear margin of five millimetres, and in some cases seven millimetres around the tumour, so there is no evidence of spread.’ So we had cured Bob as the cancer in his toe had not spread, and everything was fine,” Fraser recalled.

That’s just one of the reasons that he believes the reggae icon might have been deliberately infected. He shared another instance later in Marley’s life that he thinks led to his final diagnosis. He explained that after the procedure, Bob Marley went back on tour but began to have very strange maladies like nose bleeds and headaches. This was when he was told that cancer from his toe had spread throughout his body. He said he was in disbelief at this point because “we had done all the technical scans and X-rays to make sure there was no evidence of cancer in his toe. According to him, “they definitely know what they did.”

He believes the second instance of Marley being infected came during his tour to promote the Uprising album.

“The guy who handled the lighting for all Bob’s shows said during that tour he was not allowed to work on the lighting. He said for that whole time Bob complained about how hot the lights were and the fact that they burned his skin,” he revealed. Marley pressed on, probably driven by his ideals and his belief that he had a message to spread. That was until September 1980, when just before playing football in Central Park, he collapsed. After Fraser went To New York and various tests were conducted, Marley was told that he had two weeks to live.

That’s when Fraser suggested that the reggae star fly to West Germany to be part of some groundbreaking treatment from Dr. Josef Issels. Fraser discovered Dr. Issels after he saw a newspaper advertisement about his innovative ways of treating cancer. He made contact, and the German physician agreed to take Marley on as a patient, where he stayed for seven months. Things looked good from that point, for a little while. Fraser admitted he was hopeful as Marley seemed on the road to recovery.

“Within weeks of Dr Issels’ treatment Bob was showing signs of recovery. Through the electromagnetic machines the size of the tumours in his brain and lungs were reducing. Bob was improving, his body was responding fantastic to it,” he said.

Fraser explained that before the treatment, the “Three Little Birds” singer could hardly walk but while in Germany, he was doing so well that he wanted to get up and play football. “When we were going up the stairs at first I would go up two steps and then wait for Bob to catch up. Within three weeks he was running up the steps. The nosebleeds and headaches had stopped,” he added.

As time passed, an open laparotomy showed that the tumor was now just a lining in his stomach walls. To Fraser, this meant that the therapy was reversing his cancer. He believed that he was definitely on the road to recovery. This is one of the reasons why he was so surprised to learn that Marley was going home. He wanted him to stay longer until the tumor had completely shrunk. He added, though, that he was not privy to the final meetings with Dr. Issels. It’s a decision that he still grapples with.

“I would not have made him leave Germany until there was no more evidence of cancer, which was definitely disappearing. I would say another month or so of the treatment would have done it as all the complex symptomology associated with the tumours had disappeared. I wanted him to stay there longer so that you would have to use a microscope to find even the scar tissue,” Fraser said.

Just before Marley’s death, Fraser left West Germany for London to deal with some issues there. Following his departure just seven days later, the jarring news came to him that Marley had died while en route to Jamaica at Cedars of Lebanon Hospital in Miami, Florida.

“I was dismantled. The news hit me hard. I was in London dealing with Twelve Tribes [of Israel] matters and a brother came and told me Bob had died. How is that? He was doing so well in Germany. Even if he was to die, it should not been so quickly. It was crazy. I could not believe,” Fraser shared with the Jamaica Observer.

The two had become close friends after meeting in 1975. Fraser is a past student of Wolmer’s Boys’ School and studied at Howard University in Washington DC. He met Marley after he joined the Twelve Tribes of Israel and became the organization’s doctor.

He would return to Jamaica to attend Marley’s funeral on May 21, 1981, at the National Arena in St Andrew. He would join over 30,000 people as they mourned the son of the soil who spread a message of peace and love while flying the Jamaican and Rastafarian colors high.

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Eric Church – Hippie Radio Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My daddy had a Pontiac on the beige-er side of yellow
He was a young man then and I was a little fella
I’d play in that bench back seat and listen to the songs get sung
He couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket but he’d sing at the top of his lungs

[Chorus 1]
“Carry On My Wayward Son” on the hippie radio
Songs about the flower babies and the birth of rock and roll
And I was the band, and I would stand and we’d bounce down the road
A boy and his dad in a Pontiac and a hippie radio

[Verse 2]
Can’t’ remember if it was seventeen, maybe eighteen is right
But I’ll never forget those baby blues in the glow of that dashboard light
I’d won her heart the week before and it was hot right from the start
I busted her brother Billy’s mouth for makin’ fun of my car

[Chorus 2]

It was “White Wedding” and “Rebel Yell” on the hippie radio
I was a “Werewolf in London,” and she was “Lady Marmalade”‘s soul
And I’d crank the band, take her hand and we’d pull off back a road
A boy and his girl in a Pontiac, and a hippie radio

[Verse 3]
Four years and seven days from tying cans to the bumper
I was pacing a maternity floor, my flower baby was a mother
My hands were shaking as we were leaving, taking our boy home
My heart was full and in my head I could hear a long, long song

[Chorus 3]
Cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon on the hippie radio
A-B-C, 1-2-3, don’t blink or he’ll be gone
And I took her hand and she just smiled with a look that said, “I know”
A boy and his dad and a boy and his girl and a Pontiac
And a hippie radio

Montreal’s Skiifall shares “Bentayga Dust”

Montreal’s Skiifall shares “Bentayga Dust”
The rapper’s second single is here.

By Sajae Elder

May 07, 2021

Earlier this year, Montreal-based rapper Skiifall dropped his debut single “Ting Tun Up,” quickly following it up with its remix featuring UK MC Knucks. Today, he shared the video for his new single “Bentayga Dust,” a strong follow-up that sees the rapper stretch the possibilities of his melodic flow even further.

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Where his debut single’s hazy piano loop buoyed his lilting delivery, Skiifall’s latest is the perfect pairing of his patois-filled bars with booming bass and a haunting mass choir as he raps about his enemies and the importance of loyalty. Between cruising in the track’s namesake car and a stop in a therapist’s office, the rapper also takes on snowy Montreal terrain in the dark visual.

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Rod Stewart – Born Loose Lyrics

Oowe, baby don’t you count on me
To be here when the sun goes down
‘Cause all those mean old friends of mine are calling
Calling way down the line

Somebody send me a one way ticket
Got to get away from here
Put me on a jet back to London city
Gotta get a belly full of beer, oh yeah

Smile for the camera, please mind your manner
You’ve got to keep your image clean
Clench your fist and don’t you take the piss
Makes you wanna slash your wrist

Stand up, shut up, sit down, throw up
All I wanna do is sing
Responsibility and fidelity
Never meant a thing to me

I was born loose
Running wild
Keep your hands off child
Can’t change me now

I was born loose
Running wild
Keep your hands off me baby
‘Cause you’re too late, too late

Big bombs are crashin’
Never stop clashin’
Wanting every woman in town

Some tried to train me
One tried to maim me
But you can’t keep a good man down

Church bells ringin’, all the kids singin’
When we played the last date on the tour
Janis and Jimi, can’t you hear me
Knockin’ on heaven’s door

Born loose
Was born loose, baby
Slow me down
You can’t slow me down

I was born loose
Born loose, born loose
Wrong side of my mama
Wrong side of my daddy
Wrong side of the tracks

I was born loose, baby
Born loose
Can’t change me now
Can’t change me now

‘Cause you’re too late now
Too late now
Too late now, baby
Too late now

C’mon to change me now
Never change me now
Born loose, born loose

Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Gunna – Solid Lyrics

[Chorus: Drake]
Ayy, slip, slide, tryna provide for me, for me (Woo), for me
Find me somewhere out in London, you know that’s the hideaway
I need some head and some moral support from you right away
Since I been makin’ donations to you like United Way (You know how I do)
Stories you told me ’bout him, I can see that it’s night and day (He told me the truth)
Walkin’ from here to my bedroom, it feel like it’s miles away (It’s too many rooms)

[Post-Chorus: Gunna]
And I’m still hard body, I don’t fear nobody
Phantom whips, I’m ridin’, all my friendships solid
I get big deposits, all my whips exotic

[Verse 1: Drake]
Revin’ the engine, woah
City dependin’, I gotta finish it
I want opinions, yeah, she want a demon, yeah
She want a ring or some sort of arrangement, yeah
Something’s that’s dangerous
I wanna change it, I wanna claim it, yeah
I want it painted, yeah
She quick to say, “No” ’cause she know she a diamond, yeah
She gettin’ quiet, she on a diet, she want a massage, yeah
Tryna get intimate, bank account never diminishin’, yeah
Niggas are changing they images, yeah
Niggas act hard but they innocent
Hop in a tank and move militant, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Drake]
Find me somewhere out in London, you know that’s the hideaway
I need some head and some moral support from you right away
Since I been makin’ donations to you like United Way (You know how I do)
Stories you told me ’bout him, I can see that it’s night and day (He told me the truth)
Walkin’ from here to my bedroom, it feel like it’s miles away (It’s too many rooms)

[Post-Chorus: Gunna]
And I’m still hard body, I don’t fear nobody
Phantom whips, I’m ridin’, all my friendships solid
I get big deposits, all my whips exotic

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Trunk on the engine
I’m on a mission, the Bronco two-fifty, I’m matchin’ the vision
I got ’em excited, know it’s been a lil’ minute
I left her delighted, man, I love all the Chrome Hearts
These suckers despise it
The touch is the Midas
She said, “Fuck me and cum,” I just do it like Loverboy Nike
Ordered the jet just for you and your friends
I chauffeur you ’round in that big body Benz
Got a lil’ bitch that came up from nothing
We shoppin’ in London and doin’ it big
Been in private but we out in public, I know we the topic for you and your kids
Life monopoly, goin’ broke, not an option
If they could’ve stopped it, they would’ve been did
They would’ve been did, she could be the wig
Don’t play with my head, you test my emotions
Don’t be textin’ my phone every day, I’ma leave it on read
I’m diggin’ and strokin’
My new bitch pussy wet like a ocean, I need a new spread
The solid one chosen
Young Gun’ Wunna stay focused, I can’t let ’em put me on edge

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
No, they can’t put me on edge
I just bust down my wrist and it’s rose gold and it’s ahead
I just put pointers on fifties
I just counted ten million, all cash, and got head from the feds
Woo, yeah, I just told ’em if he play then we stoppin’ the growth of they dreads (Stoppin’)
I just had talk with the peppermint, post it, I’m never gon’ drop ’em this year (Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
Feel the panoramic doors, we got fours and deuces, toast
I’m the big dog of my coast (Woah)
Micro, minis with the scopes (Uh)
Ain’t tellin’ this bitch my goals (My goals)
Had to live in that, the Metro (Metro)
I’ma peep, but a player not poor (Yeah)
I been thinkin’ ’bout selling my soul (Woo)
Take me out the country and drop me in apartments, she won’t see me cry
I just put macaroni cheese in my pocket, it came with the sides
I just put twenty mill’ inside a escrow, I don’t give a fuck ’bout your life
You had a bust’, but that shit was too little, I promise you never was hot

U.K. rapper Jords returns with Masego and kadiata on “Enemies”

U.K. rapper Jords returns with Masego and kadiata on “Enemies”
The track is Jords’ first release since his 2020 album Almost An Adult.

By Sajae Elder

April 14, 2021

U.K. MC Jords shared his latest single “Enemies,” alongside rapper kadiata and Masego, on Wednesday. The track sees the trio trading bars about loyalty and evolving friendships over bouncy production.

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“I really want people to travel through time with my music,” Jords said of the song and its nostalgic, UK funky house sound. “This is all about bridging the gap and showing that the sound is global but local.” Masego, who crops up on the track’s hook, added how the song came together via email. “[The track] was Jords’ idea, I just brought it into my world and I love what it grew into,” he explained.

“Me & Jords have known each other for around 4 years so it was long over due,” rapper kadiata added. “We linked up & set up studio in a Brighton apartment near the sea to get away from london for a little minute and I just went with whatever came natural to me which was to be funny, witty & relatable.”

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London On Da Track Gifted Summer Walker Rare Tesla Model X For Her Birthday

“Beep, Beep! Is that our bestie in a tessie?” London On Da Track has gifted his girlfriend, singer Summer Walker a Tesla Model X, making her recent birthday an “unforgettable” one.

In a video posted on social media, the 25-year-old “Girls Need Love” singer is surrounded by family and friends who cheer as she embraces London On Da Track before sitting in her brand-new vehicle. The Tesla is being noted as one of a kind, and in her onlooker’s word, “They don’t even know. This ain’t no regular Tesla right here. Aye this the mother****ing Ludicrous one. This ain’t the regular s**t.”

The video was captioned, “This was literally the best birthday I’ve ever had. I don’t even celebrate my birthday lol this man had to drag me out the house. Told me we were going to a simple dinner but I end up getting surprised by all my closest friends and fam.”

Summer Walker had made known in the past that she is an introvert, so something this grand is definitely out of her depth. However, she was moved to tears by the experience in the video clip. It seems we must also commend London for paying keen interest to the things that Summer likes, such as vegan food and trap music.

“Everything was so beautiful & thoughtful from the décor, the flower cake, all the vegan food, the gifts, the trap music, the celeb birthday vids lol everything was just so perfect. Thank you so much @landonondatrack I’ll never forget this birthday,” she expressed.

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Summer Walker and the 30-year-old Atlanta producer first started dating in 2019. Walker gained popularity in the music industry that year when she released her debut studio album “Over It,” produced by London On Da Track. The couple has been on and off since, with their fair share of ups and downs.

The couple welcomed their first child together late last month after Summer Walkers’ pregnancy announcement on Instagram back in November.

Although the producer was already the father to two children from previous relationships, this didn’t stop him from enjoying the special moment of welcoming his new baby girl as if it was his first.

He wrote, “From the first time I held you in my arms I knew you were special.” I’m overwhelmed wit Joy I Can’t even [cap]. This Allah’s best birthday gift to me… priceless moments u can value forever….. @summerwalker this gift I can cherish [for life].”

The “Playing Games” singer, despite their issues, has always been spoiled by London. She has been given a bevy of gifts a number of times by the producer, one of the most memorable being a huge teddy bear and flowers during a surprise visit on stage as she performed in 2019. That was following a lovers spat, and his grand gesture did indeed win back her heart.

Now, the couple and new parents seem head over heels for each other as they continue to love one another loudly and proudly. Happy birthday, Summer Walker!

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Snowgoons – The Real And The Raw Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
It’s clear to me these dudes ain’t breathing the same air as me
Apparently my clarity is bringing fans near to me
Show to show severity, don’t you know it’s wearing me
But I keep grinding on my hopes inherently
Coldest flow in Seven Seas, wrote this soul of seventies
Go for broke, I’m bending knees
Hold the hope of friends in need
The hardest working inserting no burden
Will burden the verdict, diverted the vermin and murdered the circuit
Biting emcees talk a lot of shit
Bottle split, hollow tips, model chicks love to swallow dick
Me? I don’t bother with, barely acknowledge it
Only thing I ever bit? My bottom lip

[Chorus]

[Scratching]

[Verse 2:]
Literally I am the epitome homes
Acclaimed critically downloaded digitally
Known from London to Italy
I slaughter these lamb ass niggas lyrically hypothetically realistically
The trees glistening, the cocaine crystally
And I am viciously controlling Boston officially
They say you Jaysaun? I am I am
Two truths: I don’t take the stand, to bare love’s hand
I’m no rat and I don’t wear no wires
I rain fire, bitch niggas gotta call me sire
You okay with them punchlines
But I would devour your whole career in a lunch line at crunchtime

You just nibble on your rappers, I munch mine
You chew em too long, I eat a bunch at one time
I’m Walter Payton Ricky Williams combined
Blowing weed at the NFL come by to unwind
You the type to be unsigned with hype
For so long you could’ve blown but never really quite
Doing it ten years and that shit ain’t right
So I’m cutting off the light, goodnight, it’s all over

[Verse 3:]
It’s an automatic slaughter, caught em walking, talking louder
Nah I caught em, pop n’ locked and rocked the noggin out of order, listen
Been dope since the thin rope tied my tummy
Write music for my fans not the pride money
Building the career until the ceiling interfere
I breathe out knowledge, put the healing in the air
Appealing with the snare [?], noticed internationally
Dealing with the fear, haters focusing on passing me
Talk a lot of this and that, acting like their pistol claps
Acting like aristocrats, fact is that they’re missing facts
I pen my soul, they spend their dough
My flow’s frozen like ten below
The best in the game, best invest in the name
Yes I’m destined for fame, rest get left in the rain
Best believe the hype, I’ll lead riots till the hopeless can see the light

[Chorus]

Mud Sun – Mine The Gap Lyrics

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 description
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
Credits

Watch Playboi Carti’s music video for “Sky”

Watch Playboi Carti’s music video for “Sky”
The latest Whole Lotta Red visuals are here.

By Jordan Darville

April 02, 2021

As if doing in-person grocery shopping wasn’t stressful enough, Playboi Carti is making the prospect seem even less advisable with the music video for “Sky,” a track from his 2020 album Whole Lotta Red. Keeping with the London punk aesthetic that’s defined this album cycle, Carti and his motley crew don leather jackets and spiky hairstyles as they storm a supermarket and cause a ruckus. No, I’m not talking about the kind of ruckus that happens when someone brings 11 items to the 10 item express lane — think more of a mini-riot. Check it out above.

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Skiifall and Knucks link Montreal with London in their “Ting Tun Up Part II” video

Skiifall and Knucks link Montreal with London in their “Ting Tun Up Part II” video
Two cities, one great debut single.

By David Renshaw

March 30, 2021

Skiifall

 

The first thing you notice about Montreal native Skiifall’s debut single “Ting Tun Up Part II” is the piano. It’s a delicate and woozy loop, simple yet deceptively effective. Add in heavy-hitting 808s and you have the perfect backdrop for Skiifall’s battle-worn rhymes, delivered in a mixture of English and patois. He’s joined by London rapper Knucks, a whipsmart MC from the south of the city who arrives to put his own spin on the beat, filling his bars with references to hard times and brighter futures.

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The “TIng Tun Up” video, premiering below, is similarly pared back but no less effective for it. In Montreal Skiifall smokes and chills with his dogs outside a store open late into the night. Knucks, meanwhile, lines the tight spaces of a tower block stairwell with the whole of his crew. Each rapper opens a window into their respective world, sharing the differences and similarities between the two.

Speaking to The FADER, Skiifall said: “”The record came about by me just always wanting to put together different sounds and styles of music with [producer] Yama. I had no intentions of creating what I created but I remember everyone around me loving it which hyped me. Knucks brought his own flavor adding on to what I already had so it made it much more crazy.”

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Check out “TIng Tun Up Part II” now.

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Lil’ Krystalll – +44 Lyrics

[Текст песни «+44»]

[Интро]
— Почему-то в среду вечером все спят
— Угу-угу, а как у тя дела?
— У меня дела отлично, а ты в Лондоне?
— Почему голос грустный?
— Мне грустно, потому что ты не отвечаешь на мой вопрос

[Припев]
Сука хочет любви, отношений, таким я не верю (Вот)
Парень с талантом и это прекрасно, Россия стала гаремом (Вот)
Потерял интерес в женском комфорте, когда открыл силу денег (Вот)
Когда мне плохо, знаю, что меня братан согреет
Я в— Я в— Я в маске снаружи, бро, выходи мне на встречу (Вот)
Новый вагон, новый подгон — ношу только новые вещи (Вот)
Эти колёса не стоят так много, эти колёса на вечер (Вот)
Я и ты, мы оттуда, где правит бедность

[Куплет]
Не ношу дерьма в трусах, статья растёт по граммам
Бро был в СИЗО, смотрел ТВ, он не пойдёт обратно
Да, я замешан, да, я в центре, не могу соврать вам
Моя кровь как яд, мой cup как кровь — это железные факты
Сто тысяч лиц, шея вся в ледышках, ты всё также бедный
Мы с самой грязи, London city показал, где деньги
Забавно видеть, как толпа хочет ворваться в небо
Мой бро купил крипту на high, теперь он ждёт свой Lambo
Эй, broski, я там был в семнадцатом, сгорели бабки
Потом Dark Web нас стал кормить, мы стали делать пачки
Ш-ш-ш, что? Сплетни оставлю пташкам
Я люблю цифры девять-пять, за свои Air Max'ы (Алло)
(Слушай) So fly, как медик, shank в штанах порезал ноги (Е)
Прыгнул на glide, собрал очки без Insta Story
На-на Opel, словно Uber Driver ездит кореш
Broski, он в маске за рулём, мы dodge’им COVID
[Припев]
Сука хочет любви, отношений, таким я не верю (Вот)
Парень с талантом и это прекрасно, Россия стала гаремом (Вот)
Потерял интерес в женском комфорте, когда открыл силу денег (Вот)

Когда мне плохо, знаю, что меня братан согреет
Я в— Я в— Я в маске снаружи, бро, выходи мне на встречу (Вот)
Новый вагон, новый подгон — ношу только новые вещи (Вот)
Эти колёса не стоят так много, эти колёса на вечер (Вот)
Я и ты, мы оттуда, где правит бедность

[Аутро]
— Ясно всё с тобой

Aj Tracey – Anxious Lyrics

[Intro]
Let's go, yeah

[Chorus]
If you get my number, then don't hit me on no dumb shit
We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click
I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick
I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with

[Post-Chorus]
I run this London town, got smoke, we double down
And we ain't runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round
I smash the radio, my ragers underground
I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I just heard Drake spit this flow like yesterday, it's crazy (Drizzy)
Taxman on my back, he see my figures gettin' hazy
When I go Selfridges the gyaldem treat me, I'm Swayze
I walk in, tape my off shore, AP rosé goin' brazy (Bling, bow)
My drink is super strong, I'm blessed, I can't be wrong (I can't)
And now my niggas rap, I'm learning all their songs (That's true)
We got glizzy close, you think I'm lyin' too (I'm not)
When I'm outside, approach, my broski flying too
AJ Tracey's such a dickhead, all he do is boast (Why's that?)
He been getting drunk like everyday, he raise a toast (Facts)
I just wanted selfies, but I couldn't get in close (Why?)
When his niggas pull up, I swear them boys do the most
[Chorus]
If you get my number, then don't hit me on no dumb shit
We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click
I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick
I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with

[Post-Chorus]
I run this London town, got smoke, we double down
And we ain't runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round
I smash the radio, my ragers underground
I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down

[Verse 2]
The way I flex is different, I got so much confidence
I shot 1942 and f*ck the consequence (Woo)
When I reach levels that I want, they'll build me monuments
And don't ask me what licks I hit, 'cause there's no documents
This Balenciaga all over my cotton knit ('Lenci)
I don't panic, when we hit the club we got the stick (We got it)
Five top tens ago my people asked me "Where's the hit?"
Now every quarter I drop songs that could've won a BRIT
I smell like oud, babe, you know this one's Saudi
I'm in 1OAK gangin', locals know I'm clouty (Yeah)
I'm recession proof, I'll run it up, so please don't doubt me
Rolex said they're getting new gems set in, so they'll shout me
[Chorus]
If you get my number, then don't hit me on no dumb shit
We on demon time, my little hitters make the pump click
I been anxious lately, let me hit two on my blunt quick
I leave Novikov and all these yatties wanna come with

[Post-Chorus]
I run this London town, got smoke, we double down
And we ain't runnin' into trouble, we bring trouble 'round
I smash the radio, my ragers underground
I keep my shooters cool and hold my mother down

Aziya battles for control in her intense “Slip!” video

Aziya battles for control in her intense “Slip!” video
The Londoner’s debut video was inspired by bad romance and sweaty rock venues.

By David Renshaw

March 04, 2021

Sequoia Ziff

On “Slip!” London’s Aziya zeroes in on an experience which, in Covid times, might be a distant memory but remains resonant all the less; losing grip of common sense at a party when the chance of romance crosses your path. “You made me slip!” she yells at an unnamed figure over distorted guitar riffs and stadium-ready drums. “Your words are just like water. When I’m running out.”

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Quenching a thirst is one thing but “Slip!” also dives into the regret which can come alongside it, with Aziya going on to discuss losing a part of herself after “slipping on your broken words.” The sense of mania is matched in her rocky sound, something boosted by a suitably grimy video premiering above. The whole thing acts as a warning to stop, take a minute, and think about how you might feel further down the line.

Speaking to The FADER about her video, Aziya said, “When making ‘Slip!’ it immediately had a very raw and angsty energy. I knew straight away that the video needed to match this. I also wanted to create an atmosphere similar to loads of the sick, sweaty London venues I’ve played in. This was really key for my first video.”

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Heinz Rudolf Kunze – Lola Lyrics

Ich traf sie in 'nem Imbiß in Dortmund-Nord
Es roch stark nach Schaschlik und 'n bißchen nach Abort
Und sie hieß Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Ich sagte: Darf ich bitten oder woll'n wir erst tanzen?
Sie wurde rot und rührte wie ertappte Emanzen
In ihrer Cola
C.O.L.A. Cola lalalala Lola

Nun seh ich nicht grad aus wie Arnold Mitteregger –
Ich führe, sagte sie, das klang wie Alfred Dregger
Meine Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Ich bin ja ziemlich blöd, aber so blöd bin ich nicht:
Sie hatte Haare auf den Zähnen und auch mitten im Gesicht
Oh meine Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Lalalala Lola

Wir tranken und kamen uns langsam abhanden
An der Neonröhre hingen vergammelte Girlanden
Wenn ich umfiel, baute sie mich immer wieder auf
Bis sie sagte: So, mein Sohn, jetzt gehn wir zu mir rauf!
Wenn ich voll bin, bin ich kein Fall für Carmen
Doch sie nahm mich untern Arm, sie kannte kein Erbarmen
Meine Lola lalalala Lola lalalala Lola

Lola lalalala Lola lalalala Lola
Ich schrie: Laß mich gehn!
Sie wollte nicht verstehn
Sie sagte: Nicht mit mir!
Ich sagte: Gut dann eben nicht
Und bestellte noch Bier
Ist das nun Liebe oder ist das nur ein schwacher Trost?
Ich sage immer was ich denke und ich sagte: Prost
Auf dein Spezielles, Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Girls heißen Alf und Boys heißen George
Nicht nur in London sondern jetzt auch schon in Dortmund-Nord
Und er hieß Lola
Lalalala Lola

Ich war gerade erst zuhause ausgezogen
Ich hatte noch niemals meine Mami belogen
Lola lächelte nur und faßte mich an
Und sagte: Ich bin es längst – heut wirst auch du ein Mann!

Ich werd gern zur Brust genommen, also bin ich wohl einer
Ganz sicher bin ich nicht, doch das ist ja heute keiner
Höchstens Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola lalalala Lola
Lola (laß gut sein Günter
Ich muß noch fahrn) lalalala Lola
Lalalala Lola

Rich The Kid, Flo Milli & Mulatto – Nasty Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Rich The Kid]
She get nasty (Buddah Bless this beat)
Nasty

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
She like to twerk it in the mirror (In the mirror)
That ass too fat, ain’t no more FaceTime, need it clearer (Need it clearer)
And when she sad, give her the dick and she gon’ cheer up (She gon’ cheer up)
She get done sucking, fell asleep, think it’s the syrup (It’s the syrup)
With no hands (With no hands)
Hop up on the dick, she like to dance (She like to dance)
Make it nasty ’cause she know I got the bands (I got the bands)
Know she frеaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Pussy too good, had to take that bitch to Francе

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Mulatto]
She gon’ do it with no hands (With no hands)
She gon’ hop right on the dick and do a dance (Do a dance)
Lil’ bitch so freaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Drop the pussy on me like a bomb, Taliban (Please don’t play, uh)
Hit it from the back and then she suck it, make it nasty
She so nasty, girl, you nasty
Put it in her mouth and she ain’t gotta ask me (Big Latto)
Girl, you nasty, you know you nasty

[Verse 2: Mulatto]
Double-hand hand twist the pipe but I ain’t even plumbing
He like ’em nasty-nasty, bitch, I’m Mrs. Put That Thumb In
He pull on my tracks like London, throw that shit back, got him running
Demon time, I give him hell, sound like an angel when I’m on it
Swallow that dick, don’t spit up
I’ma leave a lil’ puddle when I get up (Ooh)
Tryna feel it in my stomach, no sit-up
Call when you want and you know I’ma pick up
From the back just like that with the chin up, yeah
He got both legs pinned up
Start from the car to the bed to the floor
It ain’t no telling just where we might end up (Latto)

[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Flo Milli]
She gon’ do it with no hands
She gon’ hop right on the dick and do a dance (Do a dance)
Lil’ bitch so freaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Drop the pussy on me like a bomb, Taliban (Please don’t play, uh)
Hit it from the back and then she suck it, make it nasty
She so nasty, girl, you nasty
Put it in her mouth and she ain’t gotta ask me (Ooh, haha)
Girl, you nasty, you know you nasty (Flo Milli shit)

[Verse 3: Flo Milli & Rubi Rose]
Shake my ass all on his dick ’cause I can tell he like to touch it
Can’t have no strings attached, nigga, do I look like your puppet?
He in love just off of fucking, two minutes in and now he busting (Ha)
Confusing me with bitches, goofy nigga, ain’t no cuffing
He was bragging on his dick, my pussy whip that nigga bluffing
Don’t be reaching for my hand, you ain’t my man when we in public (Ew)
Make him slip all on this pussy, watch him lick it ’til he hiccup (Yup)
Kick him out my house, don’t call me twice if I don’t pick up (Yeah, uh, yeah)

[Verse 4: Rubi Rose]
I drop this bomb on the dick (It’s a bomb, yeah)
The way I bust it, know he think I tote a stick (Uh, you know I’m nasty)
I make it nasty, I spell Rubi while I lick (Uh)
Boy, this a movie, have you ever made a flick? (Three, two, one, play)
When you say action (Action), I start acting (Actin’ up)
Cut, rewind, see I ride it backwards
But ain’t no passion (Nah) ’cause nigga, I could never love you (Ever)
Fuck you like your daddy then send you back to your mama

[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
She gon’ do it with no hands (With no hands)
She gon’ hop right on the dick and do a dance (Do a dance)
Lil’ bitch so freaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Drop the pussy on me like a bomb, Taliban (Please don’t play, uh)
Hit it from the back and then she suck it, make it nasty
She so nasty, girl, you nasty
Put it in her mouth and she ain’t gotta ask me
Girl, you nasty, you know you nasty

Defari – Bomb Tree Lyrics

* [Chorus: Defari]
Roll it, light it, smoke it, choke it, toke it
See if you can hold it, this bomb tree
Trick it, stack it, pack it, bong rips
See if you can handle all of it, this bomb tree
Roll it , light it, smoke it, choke it, toke it
See if you can hold it, this bomb tree
Trick it, stack it, pack it, bong rips,
See if you can handle all of it, this bomb

(Defari)
My minds trippin’, I’m flying like the Jetsons
I got greener trees than the vegetable section
Though I’m blown on high, I’m concentrating on this realness
Society’s playin’ with these devils and illness, God
Hear me when I beg for forgiveness
All the black and tans I’ve had, all the forty’s and Guinness
All the sacks and the bags I’ve rolled full of indo
Hot box in the low with the rolled up windows
Ninety-eight degrees outside, ash the roach, put the AC on sixty-five and drive
These Los Angeles streets I ride
Peep a cold ass nigga with the bloodshot eyes, Defari, yeah
That name ring a bell
and that kush those dudes smoked got that bomb ass smell
Palm trees ain’t the only greenery in California
In fact, the most common tree is what we call doja

[Chorus] – repeat 2X

Now I’ve been all around the world for the bomb ass tree
Canada, Amsterdam, Christine to Italy, the Bay and Honolulu
I even got thai weed in London that look like doodoo

Imagine blunts longer than a Hennessy fifth
Northern lights, purple kush with a mushroom mix
Add my rockin’ hash to your little blunt of tricks
Now what do we have? A motherf*ckin blunt that hits
That’s the shit, stop playin’, add a sack to this
But put it back in your pocket if you got seeds and sticks
You dig? I’m only firing up fire weed
Make a stress smoker really admire me

[Chorus] – repeat 2X

I’m from that Cheech and Chong scene
I got that mean Joe Green
I’ll burn trees until I’m one hundred and thirteen (damn)
And maybe then I’ll stop, Not!
I’ll be a great grandpops with the finest of stock
Cannabis cup, we party, can’t handle this stuff
Damage your lungs, what! Pack another one
I got fresh water for the bong, that’s six feet long
Exercise before I rip it cuz this weed is strong
A Jay of white widow sprinkled with some hash in the middle
Make a nigga hella happy, like when he was little
Bout to grub except now we burn pounds and dubs
I’d like to take time out to thank those who gave love
On the sack, the rest of y’all niggas is wack
Tried to serve a nigga shake at the end of your bag
Zig zag, take a slow drag
And if you just started smoking tree you wouldn’t know that

[Chorus] – repeat 2X

Summer Walker Advice How To Fix Broken Men, Says They Need Therapy Not Wives

Being pregnant is perhaps giving Summer Walker some new perspective on men she dates.

The past few months have not been easy for the singer as she has been on-and-off with her baby daddy, London on da Track. The pair’s relationship has been plagued by rumors of domestic abuse in the past, as well as cheating by London, who appears to have a host of baby mamas who does not have positive things to say about the music producer. This seems to have given Summer Walker much to think about as she posted some psychological insight on her Insta.

“These broken men don’t need a gf or wife to hold them down. They need father figures, rehab, AA, & a therapist,” she wrote. “Wish I understood this in high school & college I prolly would’ve stayed a virgin all the way till I was in my 20’s.” It is a bit late for the 24-year-old to do all that, but perhaps it’ll help her have healthier relationships in the future.

London has hinted that he is missing the “Let It Go” singer. Last week he posted a photo of himself on his private jet with the caption, “Riding solo home”. A fan commented, “If you miss summer just say that,” and London pinned the remark to the top of the comment section. Hopefully, this means he will be more involved in the life of his future child, as his track record is not great, according to his other baby mamas.

Not one, but two, of the women with whom London On Da Track shares kids have accused the 29-year-old of being neglectful. One took to social media this week, alleging that London did not see his daughter, Paris, throughout the entirety of 2020 and that he had lackluster Christmas gifts delivered 10 days after the holiday.

Skinnyman – Not Bonnie And Clyde Lyrics

Verse One
(Skinnyman)
She was rocking Gucci sandals, he was rocking Prada sports
I suppose nowadays it takes all sorts
Everyone’s a baller never been on a ball court
Mind you don’t fall short, listen to the whole report
They’d be out kiting, clipping and shop lifting
Or running around town on the underground dipping pockets
Anything so they could make that profit
They had both been to jail it didn’t make them stop it
It made them more wise for their crime enterprise
They join both sides so they could move on the rise
Cos now they got it lockеd, thumbs in all kinda pies
Aiming straight for the prize
Likе the limit was the sky
They never taking cut backs and never compromise
They’ll talk to the bosses but not the small frys
They’d be like don’t take us for no Bonnie and Clyde
This is a whole new millennium, a whole new ride

Chorus
(Skinnyman)
X2
From brock to flossing don’t really happen often
Most yutes will end up in jail or in a coffin
What would it really take to get it poppin
Is it hustling, teefing, robbing or shottin?

Verse Two
(Skinnyman)
She was raised by her four brothers
And a dad that didn’t love her cos he wouldn’t stop pushing his hands under the cover
She’d search in her heart for the love of her mother
When she searched through the cupboards she was soon to discover
A gun that would soon replace the love for her mum
It put a bullet in her dad so she could get up and run away
To those streets only seen as prey
But now she’s all grown up and she don’t play
She stands in Kings Cross shottin rocks all day
With a brudda who she sometimes feel is gay

He said nah I love to f*ck nuff yattis in bed
But I don’t f*ck with relationships they f*ck with your head
She just laughed and said hold it down blood nuff said
Lets both go out on road so we can make mad bread
And link the team
So we can make mad cream
And enjoy the dream
And start flossin, nah wha I mean

Chorus
(Skinnyman)
X2
From brock to flossing don’t really happen often
Most yutes will end up in jail or in a coffin
What would it really take to get it poppin
Is it hustling, teefing, robbing or shottin?

Verse Three
(Skinnyman)
Plan on living forever ming(?)
Going out to n-yam up every ting
Saying we can both grow old and forever bling
Enjoying life for the finer things
Like the house, the cars, the diamond rings
And all them tings in store and more
That’s for sure
With nothing less than champagne for us to pour
Security surveillance, we got dogs at the door
You might hold a two two, I might hold a four four
We’ll hold down a nice lickle house in the country
With an off road jeep and a cupboard full of skunk trees
A summer house by the beach
And every now and then go and check for our London peeps
To reflect back to the start of this paper chase
And give back to the yutes on the council estates
Show them how to turn their life around and live great
Cos that’s how we started in the first place

Chorus
(Skinnyman)
X2
From brock to flossing don’t really happen often
Most yutes will end up in jail or in a coffin
What would it really take to get it poppin
Is it hustling, teefing, robbing or shottin?

Theodor Black stares down racism in London on “Sub Culture”

Theodor Black stares down racism in London on “Sub Culture”
The South London rapper’s latest single is his most energetic yet.

By Alex Robert Ross

September 01, 2020

Robin Niedojadlo
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Super Cat

South London rapper Theodor Black has garnered critical acclaim over the past two years with a string of strung-out, somnambulant releases, blending his laid-back flow with jazzy beats so mellow that they’re almost ambient. His debut EP, 2018’s Black Boy Blues, laid the groundwork, and the singles he’s released then, including collaborations with fellow Londoners Osquello and vzline, have demonstrated progress without tearing up the blueprint — more evolution than revolution. But on his latest single, “Sub Culture,” premiering below, Black retains the groggy production that underpinned his earlier releases while delivering his lines with more venom, picking apart his city’s racism and the violence it breeds.

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“I wrote it about a year ago and funnily enough it just seemed to fit into the context of the times we’re currently in,” Black said in a press statement. “I was angry about a lot of things when I wrote it, my filter was completely switched off and I ended up writing what I would say is one of the most honest pieces of music that I’ve composed so far.”

In an email to The FADER, Black said that the song’s video, directed by Louis Lincoln-Bottcher and streaming below, was inspired by Mathieu Kassovitz’s 1995 film La Haine, which focused on the plight of three young, marginalized immigrant men in Paris. “It’s one of my favorite movies, it’s beautifully shot and brutally honest with its intentions,” Black wrote. “In a way, I feel like ‘Sub Culture’ is the same.”

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Check out the video for “Sub Culture” below.

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King Krule is a creature of the night in the “Comet Face” video

King Krule is a creature of the night in the “Comet Face” video
Man Alive is out now.

By Jordan Darville

August 11, 2020

King Krule released his project Man Alive! in February, and that wonderful album has been blessed with some exceptional music videos. There was the animated “Cellular,” the bonkers puritanical nightmare of “(Don’t Let The Dragon) Draag On,” and “Alone, Omen 3,” which showcased just how much Krule’s presence (in addition to his music) helps him to stand out. Today, the fourth Man Alive! visual drops, and it’s for “Comet Face.”

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C.C. Wade directs the visuals, which are a low-budget tribute to An American Werewolf in London. Krule is stalked — or stalks — through a park as a red-eyed, four-legged, furry demon slaughters relics of England’s past. Check it out above.

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Toronto-based collective No Tourists pay homage to London on “Dumbo”

Toronto-based collective No Tourists pay homage to London on “Dumbo”
The song serves as the first single from their upcoming GUERRILLA EP.

By Sajae Elder

July 30, 2020

Toronto has a long-standing cultural connection to London, particularly through the grime and drill scenes, and those links are crystal clear on Ontario collective No Tourists’ new single, “Dumbo.”

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The seven-piece — Keynes Woods and Garcons frontman Deelo Avery, James Wesson, and Kafayé, Lan’do as well as producers universes and Abdullah — have brought together hip-hop, grime, R&B, house music, dancehall, jazz, and funk on past releases, including last year’s Snow Tourists, but in a statement to The FADER the group acknowledged that they were focused on Britain for their latest single.

“The song was heavily inspired by our love and respect for UK drill and grime music,” the group said of the universes and geezr-produced track. “This track is special to us because we were all on the same page in trying to make a tune that captures our respect and love for UK drill and grime. We all pushed ourselves out of our comfort zones and surprised each other a little bit – in the end, ‘Dumbo’ is what we set it out to be, you can’t listen and remain stagnant”.

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The high energy visuals embody the DIY spirit of both cities, pairing perfectly with the bass-heavy production of the song itself. The track also serves as the first single from their upcoming GUERRILLA EP, set to drop on August 14.

Watch the video above.

Thumbnail image via Ayo Adepoju.

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Bankruptcy plea: Relief for Vijay Mallya

Indebted businessman Vijay Mallya has avoided being made bankrupt in the London high court after a judge adjourned the bankruptcy petition the Indian banks brought against him, slamming it as “by any measure extraordinary”. Chief Insolvency and Companies Court judge Briggs adjourned the petition for “at least six months”, saying Mallya should be given time to pay the debts in full.

ALL EYEZ ON ME Lyrics and Video Song – Jazzy B, Roach Killa

All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Well you don’t know

All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Jazzy B!
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Roach Killa money production
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Dass kehda chakku saddi haziri ch akh

Chadd chaache deyan moddeyan
Te vekheya si mela
Ohde pichhe baneyaa main Manak da chela
Honsla si young poora ditta kam chak oye
Hollywood tak poori rakhi pak dhak oye
Kinne hero labhe mainu kujh vi ni yaad
Saadida ni zindagi ch layida swaad

Rounda poore sunu kivein damru di thaap
Charche ch rehnde poore chakki di ni att
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Dass kehda vekhu saddi haziri ch akh
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan
All eyes on me

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan
Yo Yo Roach Killa, Jazzy B

Roach Killa rap

Khukhiyan ne jode ne record kinne tode
London’o patole utte nachde ne jode
Gym vich Rambo gaddiyan ch Maharaja
Pyar paake sadde naal dekh aaja aaja

Pith pichhe kade bakwaas nahio kitta
Good will bande nu harass nahio kitta
Hek ustaad di aa meri good luck
Manzilan ne win nahio raahan ch stuck

All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Dass kehda chakku saddi haziri ch akh

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan
All eyes on me

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan

Sun Manak di gali nu main gaun laggeya
Picture jeha scene jadon hek laun laggeya
Jadon pehla pehla gaana sadda aaun laggeya
Ohdon Surrey vich main paun laggeya

Kaim sadde nahio haddiyan de vich bikde
Taiyon doleyan de utte naam mera likhde
Style mera wakhra ae loki can’t imagine
Asli ae hype saddi

All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
All the way up jithe khada tera jatt
Dass kehda chakku saddi haziri ch akh

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyez on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyez on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan
All eyes on me

Jithe vi main jaawan
All eyes on me
Mehange kapde main paawan
All eyes on me
Hit songs nitt gaawan
All eyes on me
Uchi hek jadon laawan

Subculture Sage – Same Old Thing Lyrics

Same old thing, same old thing
Everyday when i wake is the same old thing
People argueing, same old thing
Reach for parliment, same old thing
Arent you bord of the same old thing?
Try forward instead of the same old thing
Won’t find me with that same old thing
My team ain’t part of the same old thing

f**k that
Forwards the motion, run track
Same old thing yeah yeah you done that
Something new yeah yeah were on that
While you lot are cooking loudly
Us lot are pushing boundaries
The speech is plain, we seek an age
That no one should be doubting
See were done with the man that just think as it is
Because it is what it is and it ain’t what you think
You might think what you want, but what you want you can’t have
Its a place, its a time, its a crew, its a fam
Its a bassline, heavy like the sun up in space time
Ain’t my rhythm im just living as what came my way
f**k living in a slave mindstate, f**k doing the same old thing

Same old thing, same old thing
Everyday when i wake is the same old thing
People argueing, same old thing
Reach for parliment, same old thing
Arent you bord of the same old thing?
Try forward instead of the same old thing
Won’t find me with that same old thing
My team ain’t part of the same old thing

Im that madness in the music
An action man with super charged karate chops that comes with all batteries included
Im standardly a nuisance, watch out your gash will get rerouted
Your pissed because your mass made when sage organic, one off, no factories produced him
Find me in London, north of the line
Reach heights? yes bruv, course im on mine
But why waste time wanting more from this life when iv already died
Twice, stuck on the road, can’t get up, slumped on my jones
You can try tell me whats best but why would i give a f**k what you know

Yung Tory – Never Lyrics

(Hook)
She see i’m lit she tryna get with me
I used to dream about this shit and now im livin’ it
I put the D all in your bitch she want relationships
I never been the type to give a f**k i’m ignorant
I never seen a hoe that wouldn’t go that dont exist
I never see you countin’ dough but on the gram you rich
I never listen to these niggas they be talkin’ shit
I never been to europe I think I might cop a crib

(Verse)
I wanna take a trip to london cause I never been
You be rappin bout some other shit you never did (why you lyin)
You fell in love with her and you never hit
Shawty say you borin’ say you never lit
Oh oh, you get cut off
Why you lyin’ why you talkin’ you should shutup
I never hit it i just passed her to my brotha
I never put it in I got some top we never cut off
Im never pleased
If I hit in then she’ll never leave
She get on her knees, f**k a celebrity
She f**k for fame know I never give her change
I never stay shawty say she missin’ me
I think i’m too hot I need a cooler
Young nigga moved up, give me medula
I’m smokin moonrock, it make me moonwalk
She give me good top
I’m watching boondocks
Dont be too loud I can hear ya
I see sauce when I look into the mirror
I beat the pussy up I tell lil shawty square up
I’m livin’ galore my bitch yeah she look like Lira
(Hook)
She see i’m lit she tryna get with me
I used to dream about this shit and now im livin’ it
I put the D all in your bitch she want relationships
I never been the type to give a f**k i’m ignorant
I never seen a hoe that wouldn’t go that dont exist
I never see you countin’ dough but on the gram you rich
I never listen to these niggas they be talkin’ shit
I never been to europe I think I might cop a crib

Milli Major – Shut Down The Dance Lyrics (feat. Prez T & Paper Pabs)

[Bridge: Milli Major]
We shut down the dance
We shut down the dance
We shut down the dance
We shut down the dance

[Hook: Milli Major]
We shut down the dance
Yeah, you know my team
Bagged the promoters
Drinks on me
There’s queues outside
Like say the entry’s free
That’s it, I’m onstage next
Then assess the P

[Verse 1: President T]
Man wanna talk all greaze
Without the action, back in the day
I was a G, but it ain’t faction
Talking wicked, when it comes down to the crunch
I saw the reaction, said he was an MC, that was a myth
Babylon raided my drum, what did they find?
That was the piff
I said what did they find?
Suitcase packed with money and gold, nah
Suitcase packed with money and dreams
All that I know is money and fiends
There’s no place that President T won’t visit, is it?
If man wanna talk about guns or jail, I’ll have to quiz it

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Paper Pabs]
Shut down the dance, man’ll get lean
Like man are tryna cut down carbs
You ain’t never had no girls on stage
You ain’t never shut down Prague
You ain’t never caught no planes then got picked up
Then picked up mics
Bloodline fam be the campaign
Shutdown bars with the champagne life
I can shut down a rave on Skype
I can shut down a rave on Facetime
All of the raves are shutdown ramp
I don’t know what you heard on the grapevine
Ain’t no place on Earth that I can’t relax, fact
Can you put your hands in the air till your arms collapse?
Perhaps

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Milli Major]
Anywhere we go, we shut down the dance
London, Manny, Brum, France
Leeds, Leicester, Bristol, Prague
One two drinks makes anyone rough
Had too much, now I’m fully turnt up
But it’s all love so push your hands up
If the whip breaks down, you push your damn car
That’s the only time you push the damn car
Might just shell
Shut down the place then move your girl
Ain’t going my crib, stay at hotel
Ask the reception room 112
Yeah, yeah, just know I’ll be gone by the morning
I ain’t gonna stick around for the talking
Gotta hit it, and I ain’t calling
If you ain’t fam, you better keep walking

[Bridge] + [Hook]

Novelist – The Only One Lyrics

[Chorus]
I’m Novelist the only one
Pull up in my trackie on a cozy one
More time when you see me it’s a lonely one
If they pull up with me it’s a homie one
Heard so many stories only focused on
The one I live cause I can guarantee it’s not a phony one
Treat people the same like I don’t know no-one
God gets all the glory I don’t owe no-one

[Verse 1]
The name is N-o-v and I’m from south LDN
When I see the London boy up in the city
Then tell me when
Cause when I pull up grinning
Men and women all around get blessed
But anyone try and pull a stunt and try be silly
Will learn their lesson
Understand I’m sober not a joker got consciousness
I try to reason but some yutes got left in unconsciousness
But more or less
From a kid was shown don’t be like the rest
I’m with the best
There’s no contest
I’m so content
I keep it simple I’m not perfect but I sure don’t pretend
All of my youngers get direction but I’m not stopping them
Went through the fire tried to copy but it’s too hot for them
I say the truth that’s why the liars get mad, it’s not for them
I keep a pen and I keep a pad for the notes, not to blend
Circle tight, only when a homie got touched when I lost a friend
But it’s all good wake in the a.m. I comprehend
Another day another mission I’m focused on what’s ahead

[Chorus] [x2]
I’m Novelist the only one
Pull up in my trackie on a cozy one
More time when you see me it’s a lonely one
If they pull up with me it’s a homie one
Heard so many stories only focused on
The one I live cause I can guarantee it’s not a phony one
Treat people the same like I don’t know no-one
God gets all the glory I don’t owe no-one

Novelist – Stop Killing The Mandem Lyrics

[Intro]
Y’know, all lives matter but right now people are perpetrating against black people, worldwide
Is what I’m saying
And I’m just glad that the people can come together
Liaise, march, sing songs
That’s it, make the world know that people over here care as well
Ya get what I’m saying
[?]
At the end of the day
Why it says stop killing the mandem is cause it could of been man

[Hook x16]
Stop killing the mandem

[Verse 1]
Crime don’t have a skintone
Would you wanna kill or hurt your own?
No didn’t think so
Listen up when your inner voice says no
Bro, look at your soul
Don’t like me your eyes on a window
Yo, give me an answer
Why would you kill someone you don’t know?
I’m a black boy from London so I only know black boy business
Trust in God my witness
Young black boys get got with the quickness
Still wanna know why this is cause bredrin I am not a victim (I’m not)
Until I get answers I’m gonna be on the roadside screaming

[Hook x16]
Stop killing the mandem

[Verse 2]
Breaking the law ain’t cultural
Breaking the law ain’t social
Can’t take me for a criminal cause I bust gunfingers in a bogel
Black man are targetted global
But news wanna talk like it’s our own fault
It’s far and it’s local
And the problem is not cause I’m vocal
Manna antisocial cause boydem gotta be more soulful
Truth be told, murking an innocent person ain’t noble
Better stick to your own rules
[?]
Got the heart of a golf ball but man like me I ain’t shook
I tell a man straight

Oi fam stop killing the mandem, yeah
It’s not a joke ting
And I’m not just chatting to the boydem, yeah?
I’m chatting to you young Gs, fam, you man are acting up
Need to fix up get your priorities straight
Make your bread, do your ting, get a wifey or summin
You get what I’m saying?
Put your energy in a good place
Man are moving nuts
You get me?
Mans not saying move shook, but affa put down the tools
Yeah, you get me!

[Hook x16]
Stop killing the mandem

Jackboy – Run My Check Up Lyrics (feat. Kodak Black)

[Hook: Jack Boy]
This shit ain’t just happen overnight
It took time for me to run my check up
Puttin’ in work, can’t cheat the grind
It took time for me to run my check up
Keep the 45 when I slide
Wanna see me down cause I ran my check up
Everybody sayin’ it’s my time
I’m in my prize, I’m bout to run my check up
Run my check up, I’mma run my check up
Run my check up, I’m bout to run my check up
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, ooooh

[Verse 1: Jack Boy]
Run the check up, I’m bout to overlap ya
Finessin’, had to overtax ya
Dress classic, but I’m totin’ ratchets
No license, still dippin’ through traffic
Ride with my youngins
At the red light, green light we dumpin’
Trap still jumpin’, licks still comin’
Had to make something outta nothing
In and outta cells, been through hell
I was 14, sittin’ in jail
I ain’t tell, kept my lips sealed like mail
Want beef? I give shells, I give [?]
Can’t get you, get your momma
Or get your father, cut him up like a barber
Rock on my hip, totin’ Sean Carter
Jumped in the game late, should’ve been a starter
When I get mad, I get trigger-happy
Move off impulse, lose by fetti
Blow the fetti
My do a show and drop four g’s, thirties on a Chevy
Or drop Larry, mouthpiece scary
Real rap, real life, no Tyler Perry
Stopped smokin’ weed, still on molly
Jackboy, he a jigga-holic
Pull up in that what you call it?
Two Glock shorty, clip hold 30
Try and cross me like you Curry
Put 30 in your jersey
I’m not servin’, bitch I’m lurkin’
Me and Bill in a suburban
Up the road, window pokin’
Schemin’, 7 in the mornin’
Bitch I’m on it, bitch I’m on it
I just booted on the monkey
Now you wanna be my homie?
Nah, I’m staright, I got this on me
Sniper!

[Hook: Jack Boy]
This shit ain’t just happen overnight
It took time for me to run my check up
Puttin’ in work, can’t cheat the grind
It took time for me to run my check up
Keep the 45 when I slide
Wanna see me down cause I ran my check up
Everybody sayin’ it’s my time
I’m in my prize, I’m bout to run my check up
Run my check up, I’mma run my check up
Run my check up, I’m bout to run my check up
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, ooooh

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
I’mma run that check up crazy like I’m in the Olympics
It’s lil Kodak, I be snappin’ like I’m photogenic
I left the high broke, I came back with some money
Grind hard till’ everybody say that they your cousin
It ain’t happen overnight, a nigga was out here hustlin’
I remember when I was broke and I ain’t have nothin’
Me and Jackboy, we be thuggin’, we be roadrunnin’
If you lookin’ for me, you can catch me on the Ugly
Oh I just want some sucky-sucky, don’t want no lovey-dovey
On 1800, I hit a nigga for a whole onion
I’m a Haitian boy, got people love me way in London
I’m a Haitian boy, you know I’m runnin’ with them zombies
Like waste management, how niggas quick to go to dumpin’
How I pull up in that orange, look like a damn pumpkin
I remember when I ain’t have it now I f**kin’ got it
And the way I run that check up, you could call me Sonic

[Hook: Jack Boy]
This shit ain’t just happen overnight
It took time for me to run my check up
Puttin’ in work, can’t cheat the grind
It took time for me to run my check up
Keep the 45 when I slide
Wanna see me down cause I ran my check up
Everybody sayin’ it’s my time
I’m in my prize, I’m bout to run my check up
Run my check up, I’mma run my check up
Run my check up, I’m bout to run my check up
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, ooooh