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Nice Swan

by Lee Scott

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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
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WH1PLASH 05:47
[[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
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EVEREADY 03:11
[[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...
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GOOSED 04:21
[[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
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[[VERSE 1]] Coming straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap Face down under the tap, 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
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KAPUT 03:47
[[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
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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
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BUSWAY BLUES 02:11
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
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GODAWFUL 04:36
[[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]]
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JAMAIS VU 03:18
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?
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NICE SWAN 03:26
[[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
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SAME SONG 04:36
[[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
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SEAGULL 05:35
[[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...
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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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