VERSE 1
Hear the clapper. These fantastic dapper rappers
open instrumental wrappers; jack the beat - we're music-nappers.
Work it out; we're working harder; never slackers.
There aren't many who can match us. We're opportunity snatchers.
Introduction of the man they call the Triple S:
lyrically blessed rhyme fest. A line for line mind test:
Over hip hop, grime or jungle with the finest bars:
Take your time to digest ours. We're up amongst the brightest stars.
This track is from the future. Some super dooper
jungle troopers to hip hop producers
collaborating with super heavyweight bruisers.
Combine the beats and bars - this will aurally seduce ya.
Out of order; crossing musical borders.
I don't deal in destruction, chaos and disorder.
On radio, record us putting words in order. Hoarders
of rapper scalps we've taken. We're microphone marauders.
CHORUS
Going in solo. Repping the team. Living the dream. I'm
making my music. Do it for truth, peace and for freedom.
So many bars; so many flows for different tempos;
whatever the style, incredible music is our temple.
Going in solo. Repping the team. Living the dream. I'm
making my music. Do it for truth, peace and for freedom.
So many bars; so many flows for different tempos;
whatever the style, incredible music is our temple.
VERSE 2
Time managing, so you might not
hear from me for time but, trust, I'm on the grind with pad and pen.
You think I fade away? You're wrong! Cos I'll be back again.
I set my goals high and I'm relentlessly attacking them.
Time managing, so you might not
hear from me for time but, trust, I'm on the grind with pad and pen.
You think I fade away? You're wrong! Cos I'll be back again.
I set my goals high and I'm relentlessly attacking them.
If I can control things I'll succeed
at most things I put my mind to. I've got belief
in myself. I can't affect others to any degree
of certainty so sometimes being a loner's a relief.
I know that acting kindly gets you further and it feels
so much better. Do not let the pop media conceal
that, in the end, good prevails. Beef only appeals
to kids. Those childish bars are an embarrassing ordeal.
CHORUS
Going in solo. Repping the team. Living the dream. I'm
making my music. Do it for truth, peace and for freedom.
So many bars; so many flows for different tempos;
whatever the style, incredible music is our temple.
Going in solo. Repping the team. Living the dream. I'm
making my music. Do it for truth, peace and for freedom.
So many bars; so many flows for different tempos;
whatever the style, incredible music is our temple.
VERSE 3
Overflowing shelves of lyrics written by ourselves.
Looking to progress; love to delve in to the crates and draw for twelves,
place on the carousels; the technics. Up the decibels
to overpower pop that sells. Our motivation swells and swells.
Braincells go in to overdrive. The mouth expels
a symphony of words that tell stories without parallels.
Cracking our outer shells and inside you will see, there dwells
a saint ringing the devil's bells - innocently raising hell.
Certified. Mischievous side.
Look in my wide eyes; you'll see that there resides
strong and educated views; a little naughtiness too.
And when the two fuse, you're guna be seriously
amused. Passion. Drive. I choose
to keep pushing myself; supporting my crews.
I'm a man who persues my dreams; always making moves.
You know I won't stop. I refuse to quit. I'll never lose!
CHORUS
Going in solo. Repping the team. Living the dream. I'm
making my music. Do it for truth, peace and for freedom.
So many bars; so many flows for different tempos;
whatever the style, incredible music is our temple.
Going in solo. Repping the team. Living the dream. I'm
making my music. Do it for truth, peace and for freedom.
So many bars; so many flows for different tempos;
whatever the style, incredible music is our temple.
The ever-evolving hip-hop/electronic act conclude a nearly two-decade journey with a masterful, guest-filled album with a potent chemistry. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 18, 2019