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B​-​Boy Bastards

from RetroSpek by Lefspek

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B- boy bastards
Bash the words half plastered
Tree sacks taxed till the passed herbs
Had it's last turn
Emence MCs
With a complex sense of relevence
Squashing weak shit in this jungle
Like vexed elephants
Spoken word herd
Turned electronic nerd
We canvass canvasses blurred and disturbed
By cannabis
Homegrown headphone domes
Spittin' into chrome microphones
And soaking spit sponges
Eating shit lunches
Suspicious books with vicious hooks
And quick punches
Bass kicked in
Neck snapped by the snare
We replace the space with rhythm
You get trapped like a hare
That's my hip-hop or death
When I got time you got less
10 more years of cigarettes
And I'd have no breath left
I'm the best kept headline
Back of the breadline
Cash flow constantly tapped
Below the red line
Out to get mine
When I rep rhyme
Proceeding
With what your needing
Feeding Hip hop head minds














You don't wanna hear it
Stand near us
We demand clearest concept
Wrong step
Means a step back
From song to set
We take the long trek for tracks
Squeezing the truth from the lies of the game
They repeat what's in the street
We never try it again
Travelling paths no else
No one has happened to pas
Standing in the unknown
Throwing javelin shafts
On point like an arrow
Loosed, true to the last
Soon to outlast
These cartoons of our craft
Abstract and advanced
Like aliens had enhanced
Our insights in dim light
Ears don't have a chance
The barrage of montage
Action over music
We find freedom everyday
So many players play to loose it
We creep by men
Who act like violent sirens
When we're peeped by them
Our hip hop mileage surprises
Can't contest
From the chest catalogues
An Imax quest
Unravelled in analog
Battle over dramatic
Attention addicts
Who always cause static
Cuz they know they don't have have it
We keep it intrinsic
Kinsman kindred
Who never loose sight of the belief
We begin with
And the start of the day
The lyricist way
Flip a fresh page
And let the beat play



I'm not what they expected
Like a cop I'm connected
You can stop acting hectic
What I drop gets respected
Because it's real shit
Feel it like a heel kick
From the top rope
Of dope you get choked
Like you be smokin' spliffs
I wrote this
While dipping my pen in a soap dish
So I could come as clean
As the rope of the pope is
My scope is
Panoramic
For hope I scan this planet
Probe your mind you'll wake up naked in a sand pit
Barely aware of me
But somehow sense my presence
Varily impaired
It seems your brought back to the present
I'm star steppin'
And catching the cosmos
Where time is far fetched
And the physical laws get broke
I'm eternal
And eternaly tackling
Burnin' burnouts
When they hear my fire crackling
When I'm on the Mic
Like M. Night
It's a happening
Rocking on the beats that keep
The bass bins rattling

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from RetroSpek, released November 28, 2020

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