released 31 December 2012
All songs produced and arranged by RéY
All lyrics written by RéY
All tracks mixed by Mathias Engstrom at Urban Chain Recording Studios
Artwork & design by RéY
all rights reserved
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- Track Name: BRB
Hit the track, take it back,
Make them clap, hear no flack,
Rap rap rap,
Cos hip-hop is back,
Like it never left,
Time to pump your chest,
And if you feel it,
Don’t conceal it,
Best to free it,
ODB it, we all need it,
I can see it,
Best to G it,
See new leaders dropping heaters non-believers you can leave us,
Chopping topics hot as tropics, don’t believe it, I get brolic,
Cos if I don’t got it,
Then you don’t want it mayne,
Don’t you see what our art could be?
Complexity? Rather simplicity in synchronicity,
Screwing Ms Congeniality,
Cos this thing is whatever we want it to be
To me it’s not a he nor a she,
Or he-she or a she-he,
But an ‘it’ to me,
Toil, churning soil,
In this game it’s not enough to be the best you can be,
You gotta be the best for all to see
R-E back, shit is apt,
Watch ‘em drag, slackened flags,
Rap rap rap,
Cos hip-hop’ll B R back/be our back,
Watch ‘em lie about the lies that they lie about,
Swear I feel it and I fuel it,
I’m a shoe-in, beats I’m slewin,
Emphysema - no consumers,
So I practice make a racket
You should back it,
Know I got the knack,
In fact it’s the attraction,
I told you I’d get it cracking,
They don’t see what our art could be,
Still stuck in the past in what it has been,
When it can be what we need,
Shit, it is what we need,
I feel it in my knees,
What’s the F when you could be a G?
Still stuck on acting way too tough,
Diamond in the rough?
No, I’m a diamond and I’m buff/buffed,
And if you feel good about yourself,
You should go ahead and say it too,
Two times two, that’s for/four you.
- Track Name: TV (Middle Ground)
You know what screw the wack rap
Chatting out their arse-crack
I don’t care, go ahead and talk back
I love rap but I love music more,
Aren’t they the same thing, sure
What is it that I’m going for?
Music wins above all
It’s where I set my stall
And I rap like I got a bee in my bonet,
I mean my beret,
It’s how much I want it,
But it’s not the force,
It’s the keys that open doors,
Keys-keys open doors,
Tough as awn and never lukewarm,
Heating up, I’m on the boil
I run the track like Dame Kelly Holmes and Mo Farah’s lovechild would!
Terribly sorry old-boy,
Plus I don’t want them to say I’m at my best
When I’m pissed as shit
I rap so rapt with apt vernac,
My name is RéY
It’s only right I get with Lana del Rey!!
Now we’ve seen how you rap to the beat,
You’re a beast!
Bared your teeth out the sheath
Armageddon when I release
Now for a minute let that cease
To show ‘em joy
Back to a boy
Well never that!
Boy rap gotta show joy
Or else see the shelf
For middle ground we’re bound we found sound
Fitting sonics, mix ebonics
We bomb it with great aplomb,
Like dons so bon
We don the songs with no caps, no limits!
Redo it imbue it redo it renew it rehue it fluid
Gotta do it!
Cos the entire time we rhyme we feel like Mary J – so fine!
Detest the picturesque,
When the real context a mess,
Pigs fly, dogs sing,
No wonder why the bonny lass believes in the loch ness!
Somebody tell her the rest
Volume 1 to volume 4 a treasure chest
Genre to genre cross pollination
Now to attest/a test,
Now save your silence for the lambs,
You gotta do one thing
Cos the time is neigh
Said the time is neigh,
GET ‘EM UP HIGH!