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The Return of Lowkey Lyrics[Intro: Duane Jones, Akala, Ghetts] 'Cause (Yeah) there's a major demand for Lowkey material Do you think we're gonna get more Lowkey material in 2016? I dunno about in 2016 But I...I mean I...I would find it hard to believe that never in his life.. Someone naturally that talented That brilliant an MC With music just flowing through his veins I will be very surprised if he...if he never comes back Lowkey is one of them people with them, like, energy, threat, can't beat Certain people's energies are off and I just think, we're on, we're on a different side spiritually On a deeper ting, I just feel like you're on the other side spiritually We can worry [Verse 1] You could never top my Fire In The Booth I don't need a label; I'm signed to the truth If you're a lion heart with the mind of a moose Your circle can hurt you as tight as a noose Bars artillery, harsher than killer bees I'm a marksman with beats, carvin' 'em into meat Par mini mes, laugh at them in the street Wanna spar the elite, hard for you to compete Not a marketin' dream, hearts in the Middle East Starvin' to eat, marger beyond belief Where they martyr the meek, marchin' 'em into meet With the arms of the beast, harvestin' with the teeth If you're unhappy when you come at me, never miss Make you run scatty, dumb scallywags are gettin' dissed Trump rally with a gun carried in your fist That's a punk patty and a chump chatty terrorist Intellect, still the sickest on the internet Didn't know that I'll kill you slow like a cigarette Out lyin', you get outlined like a silhouette Been a vet, that didn't pet, the illest and I'm still a threat Personified, verse at a time, merk 'em Heard all your rhymes, certain that I burn 'em Emerged in my prime, first to define to curtains It's German, your ride hurtin' 'cause I'm Jurgen Murder the mic, klinsmann when I'm turnin' Merciless fight, Klansman when I'm verbin' Words that I write sting them when I'm burstin' Worst of my type, champion night nurse 'em '016, did a sold-out tour Think you know my life; I don't know about yours I was blackballed then, 'cause I spoke 'bout war They want me closed down, but I spoke out more Now the silence is broken, virus is frozen Come to wash it away like the tide of the ocean My pride is evolvin', size of a Trojan Horse on course to divide your emotion [Chorus] Go rounds with the pen, the sound of a vet They rouse me I'm killing 'em again-ga-ga-gen-gen The album is next, it's foul that you slept My mouth is weapon now again-ga-ga-gen-gen How they forget, these cowards are vexed Pound the alphabet again-ga-ga-gen-gen You're out of your depth, bow to the best Put the crown on my head now again-ga-ga-gen-gen (We want Lowkey) (We want Lowkey) (We want Lowkey) (We want Lowkey, hear 'em calling out) (We want Lowkey) (We want Lowkey) (We want Lowkey) (We want Lowkey, hear 'em calling out) [Verse 2] Say you're sick, I'm prophylactic Say you're old school, I'm so Jurassic Flow galactic, gymnastic could hold a back flip Keep you grounded like drones at Gatwick Behold a classic, your poker tactics Are soulless and hopeless, you nosy actors My mode of practise, is molten acid Flows roams the globe I control its axis No foes in my lane, most of them are deranged How you cope with pain, coke in up ya vein They moulded your brain, culture killing the fame They known of my name, 'spose it was gonna fade Get the concept, a monster lost like Loch Ness Silly flows all my videos are a boxset Obsessed, with the nonsense, tell me what's next Another day, I could run on stage like Offset Oxford to Bangkok, jam pops off Even Amsterdam flow can pop clogs Stand on hot rocks, still man's not hot Got genius bars like a laptop shop Look into the eyes of my son See the moon shine and the rise of the sun Showed you my thumb, that's the size of your lung I love you and everything you'll strive to become I'm like Godzilla Kids think they're sick but they're not iller Hop in the mosh pit, I'm toxic the plot thickens Hot spitter, couldn't give a toss if your watch ticking Top of the roster, eat monsters for hot dinner The glitch in the matrix Spit with the greatness Flipping the script, my existence is dangerous Convincing the jaded No stint with the majors My fiscal's still sick, with no hits on the playlist Miserable haters Thinking for ages How to incriminate or intimidate him Ink in my name is Sinked in the pages Pimps of the game want my fingerprints faded I wonder where the lyricism's gone? Ridiculous how these kids are getting on I don't even listen to their lyrics when it's on Delete the whole app in the middle in the song [Chorus] Go rounds with the pen, the sound of a vet They rouse me I'm killing 'em again-ga-ga-gen-gen The album is next, it's foul that you slept My mouth is weapon now again-ga-ga-gen-gen How they forget, these cowards are vexed Pound the alphabet again-ga-ga-gen-gen You're out of your depth, bow to the best Put the crown on my head now again-ga-ga-gen-gen (We want Lowkey) (We want Lowkey) (We want Lowkey) (We want Lowkey, hear 'em calling out) (We want Lowkey) (We want Lowkey) (We want Lowkey) (We want Lowkey, hear 'em calling out) [Verse 3] If everyland was wherever we stand And we never see dishevelled rebels heads in the sand Devils with terrible plans, metal they clench in their hands Ready to embezzle the cheddar and cement of your fam Settle this land, weapons and gangs certainly plan to sever your every memory man It's deadly and sad, they said to me, let it be together we stand Defending these energies of heavenly lands Guess who's back from the dead Time to scramble your head with a random event Like 2Pac, turned up to your nans on a ped Wearing vans with a bandanna wrapped to his head You might bang on the net, but you ran from my pen Grand stand, I'm Van Damme, mangle these men Jackie Chan, with the damn hands, phantom for them Damp breddas with antennas get strangled again Vanilla Ice, top floor dangling them Take it old school, bring a sandal for them If you heard my bars thought that was a send? Then you better bring it back 'cause my friend I'm a vandal man, handle your ankle and bend Will you stand and defend or just scram for the fence When the massacre ends, I'll be back in the trench Better practise your reps, 'cause you knackered and stressed Think your hot though, with your botched flow, but you're not bro God knows, you could not blow, 'cause you flop shows Cockroach with a snot nose and a lost soul Dead sound it could get found in the Cotswold Mic batterer, spine shatterer, rhyme patterner Define badder and might splatter a hype challenger Malaga to Canada panic a sly manager Rhyme Slazenger like daggers slice amateurs My status is titanic, quite hazardous High cameras try tracking us, life's labyrinth Rhymes raps to us like math to Pythagoras My stamina's high calibre, try catching up Climb ladders to drop knowledge on top scholar I'm not modest, top dollars couldn't knock a rock solid Gods honest truth in the booth I could stop sonic Lock, stock and two smoking barrels in the box office Rhymer and a ripper, Kaiza with a clipper Like Tyson when he bit him been a psycho since a nipper Contemplating life like Michael in the mirror 3, 2, 1 the word cypher came from sifr [Chorus] Go rounds with the pen, the sound of a vet They rouse me I'm killing 'em again-ga-ga-gen-gen The album is next, it's foul that you slept My mouth is weapon now again-ga-ga-gen-gen How they forget, these cowards are vexed Pound the alphabet again-ga-ga-gen-gen You're out of your depth, bow to the best Put the crown on my head now again-ga-ga-gen-gen [Outro: Akala, Bruce Real, Charlie Sloth] Labels should be beating down his doors They wanna make money right? But his political message is..is...just never gonna be played, never gonna be played on the radio Not marketable- But that's the thing, it is marketable (Yes, okay) Because, how is it he's able to sell, that amount of albums, and that amount of tickets, just off YouTube If you don't wanna hear all that political shit, how...how is his success, or Immortal Technique's success, you know, how is that explainable They tell us it's not marketable What they mean is, again, it doesn't fit with the agenda of the people who control the music industry It's not about conspiracy What would be the consequences, if the song Terrorist for example, was that popular, just off a YouTube video What would the consequences if it was played daytime on Radio 1 Do you think people would...would suddenly not like the song, not listen to it But what he's saying is unacceptable to be played at that time of day, to that audience Not because it wouldn't resonate with them Actually quite the contrary Because if it resonates with them, what are the consequences? Your boy Charlie Sloth, the people's prince I'm here at The Garage on Holloway road Representing my boy, Lowkey For the album launch, for the Soundtrack to the Struggle Which I gotta say, in my humble opinion, is probably the best album of the year It's probably, the best album in the last few years period And the fact that, you walk down the street, and you see the queue as crazy as it is I can't lie I got a little piece emotional I had to stand back, I had to take a deep breath, and I just had to look at the crowd 'Cause it was real fucking emotional Now anybody that listens to my shows know I'm an avid supporter of Lowkey I have been from dot And, to see, how he's gone from strength to strength And built the, platform that he's built for himself Without any, other DJ's really fucking with him Any, any financial backing No major labels, no labels period It's a beautiful thing man, like it is a beautiful beautiful beautiful thing And, I am honoured to be here tonight man Lowkey is doing his damn ting7
