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Feed The Sharks
04:08
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Lyrics by :Toby :Butcher, :Y-BOT :COPYRIGHT/COPYCLAIM 2017ybotband@gmail.com
I thought to myself, I’d like to find ways through high Science to explore other realms…
And then I’d track out a corner in hell…
Talk to the devil, and ask him has he got a story to tell…
Of course he used to be Lucifer but he’d already fell…
And where he landed all the damned were buried…
All the rancid flesh had a smell so sweet it was like candy cherry…
He didn’t look like what you’d expect…
He wasn’t big and red and he didn’t try to throttle the neck…
Bleeding, got a bleeding heart…I can see that it’s leaking apart…
Got a bleeding heart…Now you’re free you can eat from the jar…
Bleeding, got a bleeding heart…All the pieces, feed to the sharks…
Got a beating heart…I can see it’s free on a charge…
The fight with internal warfare, pursuing it is vital…
Life or death which road, is either ruin or survival…
The terrain you cross could be smooth or rough…
Difficult to adjust, dust in the eye, blustery wind, can’t move in a rush…
Footsteps made in haste without seeing what’s taking place…
Often lead to a trail of failures too late to change as your tail is chased…
It’s said you reap what you sow, but what if there’s nothing left?
So you feed off what your enemy grows, and the crops are wrecked…
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Leaving The Room
04:03
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Lyrics by :Toby :Butcher, :Y-BOT. :COPYRIGHT/COPYCLAIM 2017
ybotband@gmail.com
Hits you like a smashing car…
Hits you while you’re jabbing hard…
Shit you’d better have your guard…
If you want to stand a chance…
Mouth guard can’t spar without…
If your molars are cracked, you won’t last a round……
Snap back, can’t leave the limbs to be grabbed……
Or you get tripped up and slammed…
Twisted up and choked, is that your plan?...
Why not fake an overhand right?...
Get a reaction and switch it to an elbow strike,
They’ll never know why…
Leavin’ the room, leavin’ the room, leavin’ the room, evacuate the space…
See there’s a wound, see there’s a wound, see there’s a wound, on your bashed-up face
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Dinner Plate
06:18
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Lyrics by :Toby :Butcher, :Y-BOT. :COPYRIGHT/COPYCLAIM 2017
ybotband@gmail.com
You could be there waiting for things to change…
Doesn’t matter if you watch time disintegrate…
Or whether you mind or you think it’s great…
You see it as it is in a simple state…
Nah, You could look up to your dinner plate…
There’s food for thoughts but the leftovers have been exchanged…
So who got the spinning hat? The thinking cap Stuck on the head, the skull is cut up by the threads…
At the base we were warned of the fortress…
We’re waiting still on pause cause we’re cautious…
When you looked into my face I was tired I had jaundice…
Then we all see you recall which…
way that we’re heading, which direction.
’Cause if we step in the wrong place we could see red herrings…
So we’re filling up the loaded weapons…
Somebody must know where we’re treading…
I could look up at the eye of the storm as it…
Tangled up the sky like a messy tie…
But there’s nothing there…So I may as well be unaware…
Whatever’s coming will be forgotten, rising heat…
That you feel as you spin in ya sleep…
Preparing for lift off…On target, but now we’ve drifted off…
Vision lost the optics, got stitched up…
You’re there now but can’t see how it begun…
Jumbled memories thrown in the skip like junk…
Picking up, the pieces so close to me…
Then they phase out, in this broken dream…
Focus on, the beam of light over me…
Flickering on and off as the rope is freed…
Totally, you’re winning from a written loss…
What was given at significant cost…
The path will show you what you want when it comes…
No point in running because you’ll have to know that it has got…
Firing, flames expiring…Breath as you’re tiring…The space keeps silently sliding…
As it’s spiraling off the winding trees…
Dividing up our time into dying leaves…
Cannot fight this, been decided it’s a seismic shift …
That goes unnoticed ‘til you’ve closed your eyelids…
Knocking on the prison’s door...
Guess you’ll have to kick it more…
Phantoms guard is brushed away…
Like a picture’s dusty frame…
The dream’s tryna keep you in…
Believe the scenes like they’re Stephen King’s…
But when the lights switch, the signs lit you side step…
And dive in to the smoke the ghosts of old have digged
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4. |
Don't You Know
02:16
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Lyrics by :Toby :Butcher, :Y-BOT.. :COPYRIGHT/COPYCLAIM 2017
ybotband@gmail.com
Got a bit of spare time? Please Hear me out…
Tell me your affairs and your whereabouts…
Do you share the bills do you have a spouse…
We don't need that voice...
Now don't tell me what ain't right…
Cause there's targets I must strike…
What we got will change your life…
I will type it on my computer…get confirmation sooner…
I don't care if you get mad cause your information's hoovered…
If you don't tell me what you know right now and get into the particulars…
If you don't tell me what you're doing right now my associates they will pickle ya…
You don't know that I've been looking at you and I've hit all individuals checked last thing they'd expect…
If you step it would be best to hit the deck and live with regrets… Otherwise I'm gonna have to split ya neck…
Now don't tell me what ain't right…
There's targets I must strike…
What we got will change your life…
I will type it on my computer…get confirmation sooner…
I don't care if you get mad cause your information's hoovered…
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5. |
Building On Bodies
03:28
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Lyrics by :Toby :Butcher, :Y-BOT. :COPYRIGHT/COPYCLAIM 2017
ybotband@gmail.com
Living in london, within a system that’s crumbling…
Can leave you sick to stomach like bits of mouldy luncheon, Thrown up in the pit a dungeon…
Pitiful existence, riddled with dysfunction…Ticked into assumptions, that having a pittance means you fit into what criminals conjured…
The city’s abundance from figures and numbers…
People kicked out in hundreds, rich have us conquered…
Piggy in the middle ridiculed as the skin sizzles…
Invisible busy tools trick us all….
Certificate of birth is worth more than what they say it is…
Every legal word is perverse it’s a hateful biz…
Related to crazy worship they made us bitches…Division is the picture depicted…
Especially religions, deathly written cheques…Within the digits, better check ‘em for triple sixes…
So happy, the champagne flows…Cold-blooded plans, hand shake knows…
Money makes the world go round…Oh well, better go 12 rounds…
So happy, the champagne flows…Cold-blooded plans, man takes gold…
Money makes the world go round…Let me know when the bell toll sounds…
Submit to our freedom…Shall I give you a reason? You can live you’ll be breathing…
It’s an achievement…to be a top target that the missile is seeking…
No broken laws that these faces make…International ones? Evade those claims…Wanna play the game? Gotta know the rules…
Once you’re of no use, it’s over for you…As the state is profiling…
Non-compliance seen as hateful and so violent”…Snakes on the social ladder, safe, for those climbing…
Follow the codes you can go by them…austerity measures, devilishly clever…
Swept up in nets of debts that last forever…Treasury the enemy in bed with private banks…Providing hire for the violent ranks…
We’ll get there eventually…and break up the enemy…we’ll change up the melody…in a way that they’ll never see…
we’ll get there eventually…and break up the enemy…we’ll change up the melody…if it takes us centuries…
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6. |
Blow The Whistle
01:37
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Lyrics by :Toby :Butcher, :Y-BOT. :COPYRIGHT/COPYCLAIM 2017
ybotband@gmail.com
Bigging up Busta, bigging up Twista…Bigging up Skibbadee, he’s giving em blisters…
Shout out to Wisdom who kills it sicker?...Foreign Beggars, Iron Bridge in the picture…
They're All wiping out any spitter…And fire quicker than a bullet from a trigger…
can't easily get those skills mister…Gotta be committed to it, “Hare Krishna”…
These MCs got speed like an M-16…So many Sick schemes…
Even lip-readers can't figure it out and tell you what what they seen…
On a Very big screen…
Menacing rhythm, you're in jeopardy…Like Denzel in Pelican brief…Petty little thieves can never compete…
What they sell don't get no heat…Any beef is squashed,
Quicker than meat in an elephant stampede…Don't wanna be there when we get angry…Fools get picked off like little pansies…
Get flattened like a page off Dandy…I'm Goin’ mad like Gordon Ramsay…
As a back-seat driver in a taxi…Stuck in a traffic jam do you fancy…
That situation there is guaranteed…You little baby I take all your candy…
Music attacks, like Siousie’s Banshees…Batter you like scampi swifter than mampi…
You're Clashing urangutangs when you’re Bambi... a banana fighting chimpanzees…
Gets served up in the canteen…I'm that sandy beach…The castle's gone, that you planned to keep…Wave on wave and you cannot breathe…
The Flow is a tide no man can breach…No one survives the span of the sea…
Better get back to the land, believe…It Spins you, hit the ground like Zangief…
You’re down for da count and lost your back teeth…
Zone for the missile…Ready to explode? It's that simple…
Blow on the whistle…Targeting so many individuals…
Zone for the missile…Eyes wide open totally vigil…
Blow on the whistle…
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7. |
Codes
05:41
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Lyrics by :Toby :Butcher, :Y-BOT. :COPYRIGHT/COPYCLAIM 2017
ybotband@gmail.com
These days, it’s hard not to feel reactions…
When you see unfiltered, what really happens..
Children and animals…killed for clashing…
With a billionaire’s plans to build expansions…
Taxes are captured, wasted on military…
Poppies emblazoned, praise for the killing sprees…
Aim all the hatred on claims of disabilities…
Papers vilify, make you think cynically…
Display with imagery and vividly label…
Everything put on its place on the kitchen table…
Served up fast food, keep you malnourished…
Garnished with patriotic pepper, the proud courage…
To taste victory, just add insults…
Through Mi5 trolls but the bragging’s false…
It’s so hard to keep information closed…
When anyone can track one just through simply tracing codes…
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Post-Rap Trio from London, UK.
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