Soul Unique gave me a beat CD and i purposley picked the one that sounded the most out of place on the CD in an attempt to stretch my legs a bit. Turns out Beat Butcha gave Soul Unique a loop to fuck with and it ended up being this track. I was freestyling with a friend in his car when this beat came on and i connected with it. It was born from the ever growing dissapointment with where MCs draw the line on their skills and basically I came up with 48 creative bars to say how shit they are compared to me haha!
lyrics
Chorus
I could do this all day and I probably will
til i kill my competition and ive gotten my fill
even with no effort im the king on top of the hill
and im not about to topple off it, stop or chill
I could do this all day and I probably will
til i kill my competition and ive gotten my fill
even with no effort im the king on top of the hill
and im not about to topple off it, stop or chill
Verse 1
you hear a thunder clap, me? i hear the Gods applaud
you run in and lock your doors, urine in your soggy drawers
you need a clean up operation, me i mop the floor
before the cops are called, you've been dropped off at the morgue
ive taken care of it before you've even thought of how
handle my beef like "good morning cows, this way to the slaughter house"
your calves are orphans now, i carve your organs out
force you to war like i was Tony Blair or Gordan Brown
Hiphop is northern bound, Id love to see Yorkshire shine
not to draw a border line but southerners blow all the time
How can a rapper make a pop record and call it grime
no wonder everyones sayin the hiphop genres died
i dont distort the lines, thats not the sound of grime or hiphop
thats why i just call it pop, and i swear my jaw just dropped
turn the TV on, in shock and awe i watch,
more dick suckers down on both their knees and pleading for some cock
labels only care if their ringtone or MP3 is hot
peas in pods with MCs whose artistic dignity is lost
and we just watch, we're sheep in flocks
bleeting whenever their CD drops,
eating whatever they feed us coz
we believe what we see and out TV's God
Freeze It, STOP, wake up call, these rappers are all mirages
they fall apart when they come up against a thoughtful artist
and if you bought that garbage, you're blatantly not the smartest
tool in the box, id say a few crops short of a harvest
Chorus
I could do this all day and I probably will
til i kill my competition and ive gotten my fill
even with no effort im the king on top of the hill
and im not about to topple off it, stop or chill
I could do this all day and I probably will
til i kill my competition and ive gotten my fill
even with no effort im the king on top of the hill
and im not about to topple off it, stop or chill
Verse 2
You see a lightening Flash, Me? I see the Gods are proud
They gave me Earth as a stage and they watch me from the clouds
And im their messenger thats corresponding from the ground
Electronically charged, passin power onto crowds
you catch a static shock from a dap, shit is like a one inch punch
Flash make the impossible words rhymes, Orange, Month
my imagination on a run like its Forrest Gump
eat a squad of chump rappers, drop my pants, squat and dump
sick of chattin with rappers who tell that they're on it but
not enough to drop in a cypher with me because theyre drunk
sick of meeting rappers in person, i thought i'd click with
then realising that theyre on some "ye, get off my dick" shit
I shouldn't presume they're cool, but really they're just like prit-stick
and my style is superglue, so when they fall off guess who fixed it
sick shit, so distinctive, it must be Flash
hungry as a fucking tramp sleeping in the underpass
there goes that thunderclap, i get a standing ovation
thats standard i should get one just for the damn innovation
still im patiently waiting with a blank window vacant
for radio to catch up, theres too many anti-dope stations
and i love being the guy you gotta rewind
like every bar can only be digested one at a time,
you're running behind the leader, the winning position is mine
and im looking back at the loosers while im on my finishing line
Chorus
I could do this all day and I probably will
til i kill my competition and ive gotten my fill
even with no effort im the king on top of the hill
and im not about to topple off it, stop or chill
I could do this all day and I probably will
til i kill my competition and ive gotten my fill
even with no effort im the king on top of the hill
and im not about to topple off it, stop or chill
credits
from The Sound Of Colours --- EP,
released April 19, 2010
Lyrics written and performed by Jack Flash
Produced, mixed and mastered by Soul Unique
Jack Flash, known offstage as Rob Bradley, is a versatile artist based in West Yorkshire. With a sound grounded in hip-hop,
he’s evolved his craft by seamlessly blending rap with raw, stripped-back acoustic elements. He’s celebrated for his insightful storytelling, astute social observations, and the distinct razor-sharp wit characteristic of his Northern British roots....more
supported by 7 fans who also own “King Of The Hill”
Not decided on a favourite track but the album as a whole is positive, reflective and mature - aside from the lyricism and the recognisable voice, things have changed since 'The Essance' (still a great album though!) Great LP. Scissorino
supported by 6 fans who also own “King Of The Hill”
This song changed my music variety entirely but to be honest the entire album is amazing and not to forget all the bands that feature with Sinners are great as well highly recommended Drew Diamond
supported by 5 fans who also own “King Of The Hill”
Solid follow-up to Escape. Funk, jazz and reggae beats and breaks behind an A1 rosta of MCs, with Sparkz a standout. (Kid has the chops. Every style, any flow. Big future.) Rufous
