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released December 2, 2016

Executive Producer: Lee Scott
Artwork by Matt Littler & Lee Scott

Track 1 produced by 19.thou$and
Tracks 2, 3, 9, 10 & 12 produced by Lee Scott
Track 9 guitars/sample by Peter H
Track 4 produced by Jack Danz
Track 5 produced by Sumgii
Track 7 produced by Drae DaSkimask
Tracks 6, 8, 11 & 13 produced by Sam Zircon
Track 14 produced by Formz
Track 15 produced by Sumgii
Track 11 additonal production by Lee Scott & Reklews
Track 11 guitar by Jack Chard
All tracks recorded by Lee Scott except track 11 & 14 recorded by Formz

Mastered by Reklews

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Track Name: BOOTL£GLIVING
6 CD hi fi system with every feature
Plus we hooked the leccy' meter up
And now I've got the itch, 100 games for the amiga 3000
On floppy disc and they're all copies bitch
Step Dad smuggling ciggies on a trip
So we can watch what we want, the cable box is chipped
Council estate, bootleg livin'
Cheap skate, passed it's sell by date bread winnin'
Fuck a retail value, sit in the pub across the street
Once a week and get it from the druggies on the cheap
Rob an steel, want it, pop the seal
That fell off the back of a lorry spiel
Like; "define stolen..."
Copying rented films to sell in school before sky showed em'
Tracking's an art
Pirate movies with anti-piracy ads at the start
They say "you wouldn't steal a television" like I'm stupid
I know a guy who will when I give em a few quid
Fuck paying full price for things, chipped Nokia phones
Downstairs cupboard bar conversions, the life of kings
Track Name: WH1PLASH
[[VERSE 1]]
Burnt out then I rose from the ash heap
To uncork chaos and blag MONEY
Lack sleep too much noise on this damn street
Kids givin their dads cheek
In the alleyway booting a ball, roaring, all mornin'
Crazy Pam tryna' kick next doors door in
Looked slow, until I got drunk an puffed dro
Then transformed like Melvin Junko
No one asked me shit but I'm yellin' "fuck no!"
A good kid, would rather get rich sellin' drugs tho
Give me room to let me nuts grow
Cursing the world like the owner of a freshly stubbed toe
Intellectual chav rap, dressed in umbro
With a kez an tux though
Yo, I'm the man let ye mum know
Ready, fuck a set unless it's Blah Records; just go!

[[CHORUS]]
It's that 616 for the kids shit
Walkin' round town with a thrown and a cig lit
If you're down then you're down if you're not though it's sound
I'll be lost in clouds (gettin' lifted)
It's that 616 for the kids shit
Walkin round town with a thrown and a cig lit
If you're down then you're down if you're not though it's sound

[[VERSE 2]]
If you don't know us, we're some broke old thugs
I don't have a gold tooth yet but me logo does
So what, what do you want to be rich for?
You can have mad shit and still be piss poor
I blag a bit, then a bit more
The shit's raw like a crack house in store
Lad I could bunk a fucking rickshaw
And cold sag then take it all back
When they're closing the cell door
Like "don't do it!" if it's not worth going to hell for
It's going off once the tea's brewed
Fuck you and I probably mean to be rude
In a bleak mood
Freezer full of reformed, pre-chewed, weed fiend, teen food
(So) when it's time to feast
You don't need ask me twice, you need to ask me like; twenty times at least!

[[CHORUS]]
It's that 616 for the kids shit
Walkin' round town with a thrown and a cig lit
If you're down then you're down if you're not though it's sound
I'll be lost in clouds (gettin' lifted)
It's that 616 for the kids shit
Walkin round town with a thrown and a cig lit
If you're down then you're down if you're not though it's sound
I'll be lost in the clouds

[[VERSE 3]]
I need to ease this stiff neck and mid back pain
So I got a gold chain with me whiplash claim
And aim to get rich with this last grain
And not lose me head like Charlie Vincent in Black Rain
We are but a droplet in the ocean
Trying to sell the same old empty bottle of emotion
Writing this like;
Why the fuck am I writing this like?
Don’t try an eat too many blue Smarties an choke
If you don’t get the shit you’re probably part of the joke
Second place; first loser
With nothing to do like an out of work Doozer
That reminds me of the good old days
Walking down the bus roads blazed
Shrugging life off like; "what a bitch!"
I know where Wally is but I’m not a snitch

[[CHORUS]]
It's that 616 for the kids shit
walkin round town with a thrown an a cig lit
If ye down then ye down if ye not though it's sound
I'll be lost in clouds (lifted)
It's that 616 for the kids shit
walkin round town with a thrown an a cig lit
If ye down then ye down if ye not though it's sound
I'll be lost in clouds
Track Name: EVEREADY
[[VERSE 1]]
Whether pleasant weather or snow I'm playing footy wherever we go
Blasting balls at the wall at the end of the row
By the time I was 10, I already won every cup
Then I fucked me Mitre Delta up
Now we're on a mission nicking footy's off the posh kids
Before the lids got pissed and chonged cigs
I was out in the rain, cold, the same old
Knockouts in the car park, curby on the main road
Keep going like Eveready
Back in the days when world class players were ten a penny
20 a side, goalie when ned
Bombing down the wing, hair blowin like Nedved
Penatly for me 'F' a referee
95 LFC repping 23
Let it be, bus stop footy tennis spree
And I'm not allowed out till I've ate me tea, c'est le vie

[[VERSE 2]]
I never played subbuteo
But I'm down for an epic game of shooty though
Heads that used to go to Cassy's centre youthy know
No ball? Use an empty can of Kessy super
Till you can egg a Unico
Like you're on that Lazio Gazza dough
But you're not, you're cold cause you're coats a goal post
But it's been worse, one bounce, losers in first
Pissed cause its dark at six
And you're rocking shitty Shopping City market kits
It's going off when the caretakers marked the pitch
Bitch, showin off, sayin shit to throw your off
Like; "I think ye sisters fit", "you're Ma' wants you in for dinner"
53-0, next goal; still the winner
Screamin like abusive Dads
That force their kids to play heads and vols, full kits, boots and pads
It's just a little kick about...
Track Name: GOOSED
[[VERSE 1]]
Bell me mate Billy Brimstone and get yourself a Nuke Proof Suit
Cause it's going off like mizzy night on Tuebrook
Mute, listening to loops, living in unreality
Thinking of an excuse, better than I was goosed
To get me "ourra" whatever shit I'm gettin "ourra" (ourra = out of)
Know what I'm saying la? Yeah? Nah? Nah? Yeah!
The news reports; there's only losers in this brutal sport
Choose which massacre you support
(I'm) sitting off in the clouds, watching planets form
Until the Matrix crashed, blocking ads for porn
Torn between; whether I should not give a shit or a fuck
Putting you down while I'm living it up
This is a pop hit for the club
616 is for the kids in the hood
I want a spacious, 2 bed, well lit coffin
You don't know what you've got till it's gone, I miss nothin'

[[CHORUS]]
Know what the fuck I'm sayin'
It's all gone to shit so there's no point in prayin'
(SORTED OF REPEATED X 4)

[[VERSE 2]]
Don't let me catch you slipping like Wenger in lime street
I'm stepping on your dreams with elephant sized feet
Then walking off into where the heavens skies meet, can in hand
And you best believe the laughter's canned
A few bags of sand short of the average cost of livin'
I'd be a walking contradiction if I wasn't sittin'
Politickin', waiting for the plot to thicken
But I'm off if drinkin' Isn't in the job description
I've got the right addiction but the wrong prescription
And time on me hands but nothin' in em'
You don't want to listen but I'm givin you the what for
Like do you know who I am? Cause I'm not sure anymore
But it doesn't matter anyway
You probably already know like the NSA
Too broke to mend
Waiting for this Scouse/Wooly back rap music to trend
It's cool though, can't do it; pretend
People read me like a book but I ruin the end
That's lovely but me smile wouldn't load
I'm over the top, down the other side, and a mile up the road
Track Name: TWOTHOUSANDAND5
[[VERSE 1]]
Coming straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap
Face down under the trap, should of stayed down
In a bit kidda, skip the hugs and thanks
Whole family scouse but I've got love for the Mancs
I'm just a scruffy Sunny Runny cat so
To a scouser I'm a wooly back though
I passed go too fast to catch the cash
Now I'm sitting on a mountain of ciggy stubbs, tapping ash
Corned beef hash Rushy tash pushing passed
Reminscing like; "fuck the past!"
Just a bored kid kicking a can that grew into a man
That has trouble trying to stick to the plan
Cause I'm too busy chipping a gram and not giving a damn
And wondering how many pigs you can fit in a van
Don't trust it if it isn't a scam I walked out the house amped
And told the happy children to scram
Might be big in Japan, who knows?
Bitter like a blue nose
Cause I can't buy new clothes with kudos
You can try though
Philosophical conscious rap for your mind, hoe!

[[CHORUS]]
Everybody wants a piece of the pie but
their too content sippin' two percent, chillin'
Unwillin' to walk up to the window sill an' take a slice
Don't do it, pay the price
X 2

[[VERSE 2]]
Spent the whole week, next to no sleep
I went to splash some cold water on me face but now I'm getting cold feet
Regretful as I'm turning the tap
This is fuzzy telly, metal hanger aerial rap
Where nothing's what it seems to be
I have yet to make sense of a single manic episode and I'm on season 3
I'm not sure if I agree with me, have you no decency
Grimy when I don't even mean to be
Tweedle Dumb choked Tweedle Dee to death
For a pack of cigarettes some gum and a change of scenery
This year was one big blur
I'm wonderin if this lump in me mouth has always bin there
Giro in me hand in the post office queue while ye kids stare
Owe me soul to the dole
The boiler broke months ago so I'm puffing dro in the cold
You can see your breath in the flat
I'm freezing, even though me skins burning from an eczema attack
You can only sigh
Having dealers off and getting high on me own supply (2005)

[[CHORUS]]
Everybody wants a piece of the pie but
their too content sippin' two percent, chillin'
Unwillin' to walk up to the window sill an' take a slice
Don't do it, pay the price
X 2
Track Name: KAPUT
[[VERSE 1]]
You tell me you're nice, I tell you you're wack
Lend me your ears then I sell you them back
For double the price I shun your advice
With White Lightning on a bucket of ice
YOLO, slap you out your Polo cap
You're not even the best rapper on your solo track
No, I don't want to play it but probably hate it
Stop lying like I'm not your favourite
I'm the shit, fuck everything G'
I only hate you cause you're more successful than me
With a dome like a vacant loft
I had something on me mind then I scraped it off
With abrasive cloth
Awake during open brain surgery
The operating room rained burgundy
It's like I can't escape this bloody weather
I've got nothing but two pennies to rub together

[[CHORUS]]
And that's that, I give you props then I take the daps back
Like have that, it's not much but I don't know what you expected from us

[[VERSE 2]]
Me head hurts and me stomach aches
I best make sure this last tweets a good one, just in case
You can fuck up the base but you'll rue the day
Rap like I know what time it is and I refuse to say
I break through with complex styles like Kase2
Don't hate me just because I hate you
How do I get mountain high, arms stretched like I'm about to fly
Plucking molecularly identical snowflakes out the sky
Without melting em? Scholars in the distant future know
I'd say I've got delusions of grandeur but they're not delusions though
Slapped your chips out your hands and ate your burger
You'd be the wackest I'd ever heard if I ever heard ye'
I'm Deebo if he was size zero
I hate everyone but everyone seems to like me though


[[CHORUS]]
And that's that, I give you props then I take the daps back
Like have that, it's not much but I don't know what you expected from us
Track Name: SEAN NELSON 94
I reinvent the universe then make an apple pie and cackle at the sky
I'm not here; that's me alibi
I don't ave to try it's not what's said but the way it's said
It's unfair, somewhere up there
A higher being's lookin down sayin sweg, such flare
I left me body and recorded this while it lay in bed
I break a leg and set the pace
I'm in a better place I break into your house yelling let's be mates
Rare like Pokemon spaghetti shapes
I neck a White Ace and punch you in someone else's face
It's all good though hug me I'm mad comfy
On a vintage 60's cover of Jazz Monthly
Hate work like Al Bundy so relax "Sundee" to "Sundee" (Sundee = Sunday)
And can't stop like this is bat country
I'm the man trust me, I'm the best at being humble
I chill while you snort beak and rumble
Wrestling addiction, pessimistic vision
A small incontestable inscription
That's a positive note
I just wanna wear a wife beater, hog the remote
And catch glimpses of myself on the couch with a bevy and a belly
In the faint reflection of the telly
Track Name: BUSWAY BLUES
Sack a masterplan kick back an crack a can
All inclusive pool side spanish tan I'm the man
Niked out longer than Paris Saint Germain
Crisp tracky like a scally Dapper Dan
Dumping white goods in the shippy
Should of wore a jacket though it's getting a little nippy
Kids are still on the street chasin Mr. Whippy
With the dough they didn't spend in Windy chippy
On the busway watchin the stars glistenin'
The only people that know what I'm saying aren't listenin'
Stack the Vali's up and nock em' down
The only time I used to sleep was on the X1 to town
And now it's barely ever at all
Don't be a pussy get your head on the ball
Black trabs, white socks
Hanging round outside the shops
Birds tease like an unsparked spliff
First wiff hit me like a Jimi guitar riff
Nowadays we don't mix like Ged and pollen
In Asda taxing rap tapes with instrumentals on em'
It's been a Fantastic Voyage
Sold drugs, robbed, been robbed, laughed at employers
Quit jobs, skipped towns, been up, been down
Whatever, etcetera
Track Name: GODAWFUL
[[VERSE 1]]
When isn't something I was planning on saying to you any time soon
Even when the sun takes over from a petrified moon
(In the mornin') going all in he's a know it all him
I know a thing or two about a thing or two
Nah you don't know shit you just think you do
Keep your mouth shut, drink your brew
Play the background like Mr. Blue
I'm off like I've got shit to do
(I'm off!) Fresh tracksuit for me Job Seekers interview
(So when do I get me money mate??) Looking like I've already rinsed a few

[[VERSE 2]]
Shit isn't something I'm tryin to give
Livin to die or dyin to live
Revenge is too sweet I'm not tryna' forgive (tryna = trying to)
I'm takin it in but me minds like a sieve
All this negative energy holdin me back
I sit and I drink on me own in the flat
Dropped me phone in the crack of couch
Pulled it out with a rat and an ounce
Now I'm buildin a bat, courageous defense but a timid attack
Fitting in is a trap peddling lies as definitive facts
Another miserable act, that maybe this but this isn't that
Leave a tip in the hat
Then walk away like what an awful day, eh!

[[CHORUS]]
Walk away like what a god awful day
You walk away like what a god awful day
Walk away like what a god awful day, eh!
Then you walk away like what a god awful day
Then you walk away like what a god awful day, eh!
Then you walk away like what a god awful day
Then you walk away like what a god awful day
You walk away like what a god awful day

[[VERSE 3]
Depressed chicks with red lips in bedsits
Can you over dose on Lemsips? My guess is; yes!
Capsizing friendships revenge sits on your shoulder
Like an angel with a death wish, urgh!
I'm tryin not to frown when I pose for photographs
I be neckin pepsi from a coca cola glass
Want it all? Pray to God, you can only ask
It's in the bag, I chill I sag but I don't relax
No I, no I, no I don't relax
I chill I sag but I don't relax
No I, no I, no I don't relax
I chill I sag but I don't relax

[[Chorus]]
Track Name: JAMAIS VU
Are you up to date with the latest technology made to break?
Haven't lifted ye head since the days of snake?
Afraid in case ye back can't take the weight?
Open the jar, shake the sleeping brain awake
Wait, before ye make a grave mistake!
A weeks food shopping or an eighth of flake?
Don't be a dick head you misread the situation
They're not your mates for you conversation
Shrugging at whatever you said
Eyes blood shot cause they look better in red
Don't worry though it's all in Angelicas head
Smoked up, woke up, fell into bed
Doctor! Give me something for a rumblin' tummy
Scurrying, hustling that government money
Both hands stuck in the honey pot
Vodka on the rocks sitting on the table but I can't reach
I wish life was like a calm beach
Chillin' on the Titanic fishin' as it's sinkin'
But at the back of the queue in the shop panic stricken'
Have a drink an' make a rash decision, quick
I might still be able to sleep I didn't quit
On that Rice Krispies Squares for dinner shit
Hair getting thinner, probably born a sinner
Cheat, rob and lie
I used to dream of suffocating in space when I wasn't high
Looking down at the earth and watchin' it explode
Like the car bomb at the bottom of the road
in 2004, trouble every time we stepped out of the door
How loud can you roar?
Track Name: NICE SWAN
[[VERSE 1]]
On a quiet trite night best rest early
Every day the birds get less chirpy
Fight or flight like I sense death near me
Yea that's cool but what's the next best theory?
Thinking clearly, vision blurry
So complex but it's simple really
I do exactly what I please
I cross me I's an dot me T's
We've got a lot to get through
I'm so old school now Bobs me nephew
Broke with a tray of pay day drinks
You know aint nothin changed but the way Mase limps
Lookin worst for wear
Classic era Patrik Berger hair
Grab a chair relax we're nearly there
I don't give a fuck kid I'll twat your Furby bear
Nah, I really care
Sharing's caring I don't care to share
The whole worlds a blur
She sat on the Gummi Venus so I slapped her dairy aire

[[CHORUS]]
Appreciated, thanks laa Nice swan
When the last soul transcends to the black hole I don't care if you leave the lights on
But turn the telly off and mute the radio
Take all your things put them in a little pile then burn the shit and away we go
And away we go away we go
You don't know shit but just say you know
Away we go away we go
We don't know shit we just say ye know

[[VERSE 2]]
As seen on CCTV
This is for the kids like CBBC
You hear the bass right? Freaky deaky
Used to watch TOTP weekly
House of Pain, 94'
On Point memorized it all
So don't start me up like a Rolling Stone
On the breadline sittin on a golden throne
Comin at you live from a broken home
Tryna' find a fix with a stolen phone
Until I'm on a Yacht with me own cologne
I'm rootin for the mob fuck Joe Pistone
What the fuck are you lookin at
All over Blah print bucket hat
Rap Byker Grove in the trap by the stove
I ball with a six pack and act like I'm Hov'

[[CHORUS]]
Appreciated, thanks laa Nice swan
When the last soul transcends to the black hole I don't care if you leave the lights on
But turn the telly off and mute the radio
Take all your things put them in a little pile then burn the shit and away we go
And away we go away we go
You don't know shit but just say you know
Away we go away we go
We don't know shit we just say ye know
Track Name: SAME SONG
[[VERSE 1]]
Petrifying, death defying, shoo a T-rex and pet a Lion
I don't feel like ever tryin' every day I get a lie in
And I have no desire to change, deranged
Compared to me people aren't that strange
I can't be assed to nod me head to the beat
That ket wig sweg heroin chic, sellin the beak
While you're waitin on the end of the week to get your rocks off
I'm sipping on a bevy in Speke, watching benefit street
Step on your feet, having a kick about in the house
I'll read the Bible when it's translated into scouse
I hate learnin' the hypes drowned out by the cogs in me brain turnin'
When I think too hard it smells like Amnesia Haze burnin'
Disconcertin' possibly off his face slurrin' what the fuck are they wearin'?
"ellesse, ellesse" you know how it goes
I pose with a ciggy blowin smoke out me nose
Still blitzed but never cleaner
Coughing like emphysema, the grass is getting greener
Hedge hop into the perfect shade which is we stayed
Yelling obscenities in ye hearing aid

[[CHORUS]]
Do you hear me now clearly?
If it's not about the cult then that shit don't concern me
Cold to the sag sweg shit, kick it slow
I rep that Brick Peli, Blah gang if you didn't know
Do you hear me now clearly?
If it's not about the cult then that shit don't concern me
Cold to the sag sweg shit, kick it slow
That 616, DVLGNG if you didn't know

[[VERSE 2]]
Mr. Wrong, the same shit, but in a different song
Lookin for some easily influenced hoes to string along
I just want to floss me teeth with Gloria Pritchett's thong
I'm passing out, these pills are strong
I'm from a place where the children chong and the adults sniff
Thumbs up bombing back to rock bottom tryna blag a lift
Joseph Smith if he smoked a spliff, slapped a thot
Threw a bag a gwop at a prozzy and slammed a shot
I'm not a rapper I just rap a lot
In baggy joggies and a tracky top
Froze in me finest catalogue pose, pissing on a cop car
Sipping whiskey, wishing on the wrong star
Signal barely one bar; Just Eat on me phone in a funeral home
I don't care if you're down I can do it alone
We could of been like Ferris Bueller and Sloane baby
Now I'm tryna to book an Uber to rome
Track Name: SEAGULL
[[VERSE 1]]
The seagull glides in the updraft of the moving ship
While your back on land, biting through your lip
Tryna' eat, half asleep on the 2-10 shift
While juice heads rift over bootleg sniff
Drifting in and out while fire lights the canteen
Other than that though life is like a drab dream
Southgate Estate circa 88
Fuck that, knock a Pro Plus back an stay awake
There's crates to make, three sixty an hour for ale
Don't be late though piss in the shower and bail
There's no time to copulate
You can munch your brecky on your break plus you need to watch ye weight
Anyway mate, so it's laughin' init?
Last nights telly took your fun meter passed the limit
So keep your stupid head down like your scared of the sky
Fuck a hobby you'll probably work till you die

[[CHORUS]]
There's something in the air but no one seems to care
Cause someone famous died and Beckham bleached his hair
He said he's out of here but can't afford the fare
Swears he done something once but it's all a blur
X 2
It's all a blur, a blur, there, there...

[[VERSE 2]]
Only one bite left and breaks you a crumb
Bops off and walks away from the sun
With a backdrop of pebble dashed lego houses
Invisible in his Hi Vis yellow trousers
Moving through the streets
Takeaway food and Scooby Doo repeats
Shoulders slouched with a skewed view
(Like) everybody wants to be a lonely grouch who doesn't even own the couch their glued too
Keep your windows closed like that's gonna stop the plumes
Of leaking lethal toxic fumes
Send your letters of thanks to the chemical plants
Smoke your cigarettes and watch celebrities dance
Could of done something, but ya left it to chance
But on the bright side the Reds leathered the Mancs
2-0 via Redknapp and Macca's feet
Take your blue pill then it's back to sleep
And don't wake up till it's safe to breathe
Then take your Sayers cakes and leave

[[CHORUS]]
There's something in the air but no one seems to care
Cause someone famous died and Beckham bleached his hair
He said he's out of here but can't afford the fare
Swears he done something once but it's all a blur
X 2
It's all a blur, a blur, there, there...