Lee Scott & Hyroglifics - Don’t Watch This in The Morning Show

Listen to ’[Gate Clicks Shut]’: Subscribe to the channel: [track 1: ’bonus money’] [starring big leonard] me i get the pie while you’re simpin for the birds me myself and i, i split it into thirds money is addictive, i need to kick the urge i’d spit a different verse but all my filler words  revolve around mula like an auctioneer  big leonard makes paper like henry fourdrinier  sittin pretty, prada walking gear i’d say i’m in the house but i’m not even sure I’m ’ere  erm, lest we forget three bags full I astral project to the cheque  walk around like d’lo brown flexin’ his neck like the world owes me one and i’m collecting a debt i’m doin it for the respect and the wealth and that’s the god’s honest truth written by the devil himself burn the root of all evil me and kev make a lot of loot for some stupid poor people chorus i just want to say there is no other way i’m getting paid i’m a solid gold piece of shit encased in glass perfecting the jeff bezo’s laugh i want me peso’s back yeah i’m balling but they know that but just tell ’em though incase they ask and embarrass me foliage print gucci shirt on inconspicuous, blending in with the fern fronds relax! you get slapped with a fat wad of cash during the economic collapse and no, you’re not keeping the change i left the keys to my beemer jeep in the range it’s strange, i’m on the beach with my chains on to be honest i forgot where i came from err, could of been anywhere cos i’ve been everywhere you’re looking at debonairs now, blah! tracky worth more than your suit i’m in the driver’s seat you’re the corpse in the boot [track 2: simple simonism] kind of difficult for a simple guy holding on for dear life even though it’s only gently drifting by it’s over in the blink of a suspicious eye so you might as well be ignorant and high, (hi!) you couldn’t get through to me with a bye i wouldn’t dignify you with a sigh  i watch cloud 9’s silver lining liquefy then sit around wait for it to solidify an slide down from the orange tinted sky the truth is out there but most prefer to live a lie (i mean...) when the perfect confluence of stimuli convince a pig that it can fly i’ll stop sipping on me drink and try until then what’s some shit that rhymes with: find me staring at your girlfriend in her eyes like “him or i“ i’m at your funeral, cult mountain shirt with a mickey tie singing ’angels’ while the women cry tears of the joy  fear the boy with his fingers in the alcoholic kidney pie only fools say dooms day isn’t nigh while the wise peddle unfounded conspiracies... i’m willing to risk it all on a single distant glimmer took a stab in the dark and prayed i didn’t kill the winner back to reality, full english breakfast in a tin for dinner brought it to the boil then left the shit to simmer and built a fifty binner, just another toxic man scrapin the burnt bits from this non stick pan what’s this pram doing ere? if it’s not full of looted gear i’m putting me foot down but you can steer skidding to a halt at the precipice where I made me bed [why? cos I’m too sincere for this rap shit kid you know what I mean? I need a new career] [track 3: tatooine dreams] tatooine dreams with an i, daniel blake reality  need to stretch me legs for exercise I’m pacing manically  mind racing after me too weak to catch me up stuck between ’suicidal thoughts’ and ’easy back it up’ you need to wrap it now lee you’ve had enough touché, my blue suede adidas trabs are scuffed how am i supposed where am supposed to be  with no degree? i guess i best just get this dole for free enough to smoke a g or 2 a week, we always found some more you know where I’m goin if I’m walkin out the door and it isn’t choir practice, drag me bed into the offie cos me money’s inside the mattress fuck it, gimme one of those, one of them and a thai beer and I’m sleeping right ere blurry eyed, out-of-body, panoramic world view meditate myself away i’m ouchea in a curfew fuck rap i’m tryna re-write the book you swear too leezus i’m sound with everyone but still swerve you in the school of hard knocks, voted most likely to look in the mirror and say “i know you don’t like me“ last scene, sipping a beer in old blighty missing since reverse engineering me own psyche me on one side and the world sat opposite take up the most space but tell you to back off a bit melancholic but act choleric, wrote a compliment on the back of me hand and slapped god with it this isn’t an andy capp comic strip do better! Animation by Josh Richardson Written by Lee Scott Intro animation by Louis Temple O’Shea Connect with Blah Records: Website: Facebook: Instagram: Twitter: Soundcloud: Spotify: Bandcamp: ℗ & © 2021 Blah Records #BlahRecords #LeeScott #Hyroglifics