DND



You dun'kno hip-hop ain't dead init..
See..

Verse 1; (Noaksey)
From day I showed all signs of this.... I weren't like all kinds of kids
Despite all hype; inside my vids.. you'll find insight in which'll;
Guide you through to righteousness... Shouts out just like righteous did;
Clarky... come we get the life we wish
I had doubts; but, now thanks to all you lively pricks
I have learnt to silence it; black and white... silenced clip
Your a point less cos; now, all I hear are silent spits
Try to follow me before I've left ? -I enlighten trips

Like to the shop to buy some rips; then roll sit back and light my spliffs
Find a beat I like........ listen; then ill write some bits
Edit; scrap it start again; what's next to do? re write my list
Recite my lyrics; blaze a zoot; journeys long; writings piss
In time I try out different ways; till I create, a flow that fits
Slowly rolls another; thinks, I smoke and show some other links
Dunno where your goalie is; no joke there ain't a goal ill miss
Now I'm running low on riz; ill write perform upload to disc !


(Clarky)
Munch a few bags; till, all the md's gone!
Come we roll another zoot, from the weed we got?
Bell me up tomorrow saying when i gotta meet ya!
Beats to usb; fuck, wheres my usb blud?
Found it; never guess i left it somewhere dumb;
As music goes fam; you know we on the up and up;
Fuck drum and bass yeah; but fuck drum and drums... cah;
Now the lyrics wrote; dnd is done and done!

Hook; (Clarky) (noaksey)
Really?
No.. real talk what the fuck is this?
Oi?!
Bruv?
Are you dumb?
Take this shit out the beat now...
Man whats your problem?!


Verse 2; (Clarky)
Ahh! cos, I may be feeling stressed..
I think a couple bars up; and spray em in my head-
-drop a beat upon the headphones; when Im laying in my bed
Maybe even blessed, or maybe even yet...
I may be rolling spliffs from the paper and the peng;
Baitly writing lines on some paper with my pen!
The writing's so messy I can't even say em yet?
Then you bell me up; like, 'what you saying then?'

'im blazed out of my head fam; face looks a mess!
But we gotta go to studio; forgot we booked a sesh?'
You Knock at my door; like, didn't know you left!
I sniff half gram; and, then you sniff the rest-
-we get to studio; looking, crooked but we set-
-chris hooking up our mess; cooking up a blessed;
Track; that's all good; but before we step...
Dispite how long it took; we still book another set!?

Hook; (Clarky) (noaksey)

Jheeeeeeeeeze.........
I can't be dealing with you blud..
Like..
This is booky..
Swear down i told you to take this out the beat?
Dickhead..
Man whats your problem?


Verse 3; (Noaksey)
Ain't an artist that; puts, in half the effort I do;
That being said..... I don't even try to;
Poke my finger in their eye; so, they can see my view..
Smoke a couple joints... then ill go right through..
Music? ..............believe that's heart;
See I take pride in; all works of art;
Noaksey... believe in my craft;
Cut my heart open and i'll be bleeding bars;

................................ I Wake up breathing hip-hop;
I'll stop making hits; but, only when this hit stops;
I'll stop writing bits; but, only when my bits flop;
You'll be hating me everytime one of my vids drop;
I put a pen to pad; another banger? -I can sense it!
So; I-switched-n-flipped; the-lid of-my-pen-tip!
Can't help that I raise the bar; its my-way-of;
Raising the stakes; by, raising.. the, rate-of-bars!

Hook; (Clarky) (noaksey)
Fuck you blud im gone...
Oi!!
Hold up man!!
Where you goinggg?
Cmon man it's catchy and you know it!!!
Sweeeeeeear dowwn fam!
Ahhh fuck it..
Man whats your problem?!