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1. |
The Message
03:25
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Chorus x2
Out of Mind
Leave a message
Out of Time
Write a prayer
Behold The Name
On walls, canvas, shutters
Verse 1:
Corporations love a rebel
Especially with a fan base
We used to lose friends under trains
Now we lose firends to fame
Ahhhh
We've contacted the enemy
And they are us!
What?
Ye
Broken
Hungry
What you dying for is so yesterday
Your starving ego is so now
You can't turn impressions into a meaningful life
Nobody cares
Fuck - Your - Stuff
Ahha
I have so little
But It's what I'm fighting for
Rhymes 'n' Beats for Life
I'm folding my fort
Painting those walls
Clogging those caps
I came to cover it all
In Origami White
Chorus: x2
Verse 2:
Prosperous
Contagious
Creative
Amazing
You have to want it more
Than you are afraid of it
The Price of being a wolf is
loneliness
But you don't want a change
Just a comfortable enslavement
Aaaa
10.000 hours
Still counting
All I have is
Sore tongue And Paper Cuts
Art is the most abused anxiety drug
Self control is attractive
I only fuck with magic
Fearless attitude to judge myself
Turned a piece of paper intoA runway
Back away
Royalty in my D.N.A
Ey
And I'm coming for everything
They said I couldn't claim
Chorus x2
Ad-libs
Rascal
Rascal
Rascal
Riots
Riots
Riots
Origami White
Ripping Walls
Ripping Mics
Tag this shit up
Turn it up
Turn it UP
Tag this shit up
Turn it Up
Turn it UP
Tag this shit up
Turn it Up
Turn it UP
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2. |
Bleed It
03:19
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Verse 1:
Mind creates reality
Dream
My Moods in duality
Feel
I keep tabs on them
I'm a creationist
They can't see it yet
Im a winner
Social media likes
Like monopoly riches
Means nothing
Of all my fans
I'm the biggest
Keep your eyes open
See a shift coming
May it be the swiftest
Fuck the other side
I'm watering my own garden
May it be the greenest
I’m logging out of phony media
Of-all shifting sands of life
They drag us down the deepest
Redefine self made
Be a self believer
Smile without selifies
See without filters
Think without limits
Put hands on your chest
Is it beating?
Impoverished
No more
Cash in on
This life time
It's mine
It's yours
Bankable riches
Fuck your permission
It's a heist
Katching
Katching
And GO
Ha
Chorus:
Capture my busy being
If you're singing these pictures
Sing up! Sing Up
If you're painting these lyrics
Paint up! paint Up
12 heartbeats
And a pinch of vision
From Walls to Lyrics
Let me bleed it
Let me bleed it
Verse 2:
A Recipe for a purpose driven life
Observe the crowd
Do the opposite
Ey drones!
No hating
We're awakening
EY
We're all in the same boat
Nobody's arrived
Nobody has right to judge
Can't control waves
Control your attitude how you ride
Hold on
Radicals Create strongholds
Inherit all that you've dreamt of
Navigating through storms
Catching goals In a big dipper
I see myself bigger
My walls get bigger than my ego
I see myself bolder
Aspire to Inspire each other
If I ever get trampled on en route to the top
Make sure you too
Overturn a pyramid's capstone
No kings, No rulers,
Bless your struggle
Sister and Brother
Discover
You ARE your own master
Bridge: x2
Have my blessing
To be a blessing
If you have my back, sing this back to me
Like I didn't write it up
Have my blessing to be a blessing
I have your back, sing this back to me
Like
Like you did write it up
Like you did write it up
Chorus:
Capture my busy being
If you're singing these pictures
Sing up! Sing Up
If you're painting these lyrics
Paint up!
12 heartbeats
And a pinch of vision
From Walls to Lyrics
Let me bleed it
Let me bleed it
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3. |
No Mercy
03:02
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Verse 1:
Like summer with no sun
Like Fear with no hit and run
Alone in the dark
Brick after brick
Im moving up ranks
My wits so quick to
The beat of my feet
Defeat the clock
Outrun the sheep
Not once, Not twice
Spill my blood
On a full moon night
Before a train of life leaves this dark yard
I’m leaving my mark
Dodging darts
Best nights count scars on my skin
What dog days did you live?
If any. No mercy
My stories are plenty
I'm thirsty
I'm lustful
And nothing can fill me
But these wall I capture
The Paper I rupture
Nobody to save me
But the sketchbook I cary
But the sketchbook I cary
Chorus:
Imma paper mercenary
No mercy
No mercy
Imma a fucking visionary
Hail Mary
Hail Mary
For the walls i have been tearing
Hail Mary
Hail Mary
Imma paper mercenary
Ye
Ye
Verse 2:
When I'm out to paint
People bring dollars to sign
When there are no flashes
I have hunger pangs
Explain this shit
Explain this shit
I pay so much money
For you to listen for free
No value
But Valour
I feast on vapours
Beast unleashed
I’m my own
motherfucking saviour
Come closer
Numb fingers my gospel
Since 97 by the wall
And you're a fading poser
Fuck your doubletaps
Your ego crashed
Nothing new
It’s my vice
Intimidate with the skill level
My fat caps
My necklace
Real treasure, So priceless
No strokes to SQUANDER
Life is a mirror
Bleak in its vastness
My only task is
Paint my way through
THE molotov pallet
Mum asking for
grandkinds
All I have is ---
a stepladder
My fears ----
getting louder
All I dream of -----
reach higher
Paint better, rap sharper
Chorus:
Imma paper mercenary
No mercy
No mercy
Imma a fucking visionary
Hail Mary
Hail Mary
For the walls i have been tearing
Hail Mary
Hail Mary
Imma paper mercenary
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4. |
Martyr Your Fingers
03:53
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( Intro Ad libs )
Royal Flyness
Catch me in the studio
Catch me in the streets
This one is for the fam
Big up
Chorus:
Recognise all them fakes by their posts
Know thy crew by their strokes
Skills are my filter
Martyr Your Fingers
Through Summer
Through winter
Get Up
Verse:1
A Home is where I stash my 94s
A House is where Wifi is strong
It's been a minute
Got my British Passport
For some I'll always be an immigrant
Moves imminent
Spill pigment
Blank city just interim
Can't hold us
Syllables rough
Yet top-class
Remember the name
I'm about paper
San't fold us
Cityscape a canvas
Origami Rascals
We do our own stunts
Styles burning
Every street a sacrifice
One Sketch up
One Sketch down
We're never done
Blood, Sweat
And Paper Cuts
AAaaaa
Chorus:
Recognise all them fakes by their posts
Know thy crew by their strokes
Skills are my filter
Martyr Your Fingers
Through Summer
Through winter
Get Up
Verse 2:
I told you so
I showed you so
Born in Poland
Came up in London
There are industry street artists
I'm a street artist in the industry
NahH Wait
Im a mad man on a beat
I got nothing but fat caps
I got nine missed calls
Only Irony gets my call back
How big is the wall?
Fuck permits
Them bitches should be thankful for my origami folds
Fuck your boards
We want it brick
We want a cherry picker
We want it big
No limits
Me and My clique
Loyalty
Skills
And Paint Always Spills
AHHH
Started on a ladder
Now we're here
AHhhh
Bridge:
To anyone / I ever painted with:
Irony, Mr Shiz, SkyHigh, Captin Kriss, HimBad, Fanakapan, Seeds
King Chay
That's what's UP
Chorus:
Recognise all them fakes by their posts
Know thy crew by their strokes
Skills are my filter
Martyr Your Fingers
Through Summer
Through winter
Get Up
Outro
Push yourself or
You will be pushed out
Too Many clean walls around
Wealth is in my hands
I became a millionaire every time I paint lines
No excuses
Kill another roller
Kill another can
Chorus:
Recognise all them fakes by their posts
Know thy crew by their strokes
Skills are my filter
Martyr Your Fingers
Through Summer
Through winter
Get Up
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5. |
Songs for the Brave
03:50
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Chorus:
I came to work
I came to work
Till my wrists hurt
To Go above
And go beyond
This world never gives
Always takes away
Always takes away
Let me paint it over
With songs
for the brave
Verse 1:
Everybody loves my work
Until its time to pay for it
Everybody wants a piece of me
But my invoices
Are yet to get cleared
We made This city bright
A decade later
We can’t even afford an espresso in a paper cup
Once I wanted to see what the fuss was about
I went out
Did not party
We were turned away at the door
Our shoes were too dirty
It’s my only pair
This is pointless
We spill our souls here and there
Is it all worthless?
As long as it's just a selfie background
I guess
Tourists came in drones
Letting agents took walls away
Here’s a posh bar
With graffiti printed at the front
You can get a coster
with my friend’s work
Business is booming
Real artists have long gone
Further and further
To find solace in colours
Getting intoxicated with fumes
Dreaming for better tomorrow
It's a city of colours
But also of sorrow
Chorus:
I came to work
I came to work
Till my wrists hurt
To Go above
And go beyond
This world never gives
Always takes away
Always takes away
Let me paint it over
With songs
for the brave
Verse 2:
I came from afar
for this life to live
I got blinded by the lights
Even though Mike Skinner warned me about These streets
Mean, Dirty, Loud
The only way to keep you head up
Climb that ladder. It’s your only chance
Below slithering snakes on a crumbling ground
My friends have so little
Yet Carry sketchbooks full of heart
I drop sketches in the darkest of corners
We've been building for decades
We're e full of life
Yet vultures are circling
Call me Don Kichote of art
Fighting building cranes with a roller
We hold the ground
Expanding
Before they gentrify
One wall at a time
One street at a time
It’s them who need to catch up
We have already moved on
Let them eat themselves
Starve them parasites
They have nothing to give
Us
Limitless in creativity
Reflections of the divine
We Thrive
We paint
We thrive
Chorus:
I came to work
I came to work
Till my wrists hurt
To Go above
And go beyond
This world never gives
Always takes away
Always takes away
Let me paint it over
With songs
for the brave
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Airborne Mark London, UK
Graffiti artist by day, rapper by night. My heart is an origami cloud...
Singing Pictures & Painting Songs for Eternity and Beyond...
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