Control alt delete Slide in from the left side snipe ye on the spliff side Get high drive by n catch ye on the flip side Watch ye live? Naw I'd rather watch shite dry Your piss poor performance will never make the highlights My names jay n I'm not here to make friends I'm not here to make p I'm not here to rep ends Cos my towns shite but yours is much worse, ye can paint them curbs but ye canny gloss turds I only came to say neigh spray some bars n a big bad wolf don't need sheepskin garms Or fleets of cars or beef n scars To reek cigars n rock bling charms When I'm already so charming as it is, what would be the point in me pimping out my wrist Ye silly little shits, you think that you can spit Another swing another miss you battered rappers canny hit All you clichés need to find your niche Its just the same lame shite on rewind repeat Every minute every hour every day every week Ye need to restart take control alt delete Ye need turning off n on again Brand new attitude Fresh new appetite to reach new altitudes Your system isn't working you're becoming obsolete Restart take control alt delete I get, bars for days when I'm lost in thought, I lost the plot cause these pricks are not hip hop, I'd run 45 mile just to not get caught don't talk to cops, cause I've been doing bits and bobs, I needed a bitta cash but I struggled alot so I was stuck in sportsland pushing pennies in slots, spending too much money, but winning fuck all, people do there own things but they follow the flocks and chicks tell me, I'm a dick when I'm blocked I'd walk up and slap her arse so she would tickle my knob, I've been thinking, maybe I should stop drinking but naw, I'm in love with pub life so thats where I'm locked, so that's me, I'm sat here depressed agai, the kid that goes off when he hits the bend, I'm pissed but I'll sit 'til the stress descends, spitting bars for the coast that I represent All you clichés need to find your niche Its just the same lame shite on rewind repeat Every minute every hour every day every week Ye need to restart take control alt delete Ye need turning off n on again Brand new attitude Fresh new appetite to reach new altitudes Your system isn't working you're becoming obsolete Restart take control alt delete Caught up in the rat race, struggling to keep pace Kick back turn around n find yourself in first place Canny climb the concave, let a magic wand wave, bun blaze n let the masquerade evaporate In the mist of condensation you can find a new direction Make a visceral connection much more worthy of attention Don't slave your life away cos you only get one Every 1400 minutes that's another day done a third of that's sleeping and an hour a day eating 90 days of pish n shit n two years stuck in meetings Spend a solid decade working n the same on television Are you fulfilling all your wishes cos the clock is always ticking Or are you just making up the numbers in a scene that's mostly herd Lotta baa baa bravado that's devoid of any verve I knock ye down n drown ye out, I give that shit the serve Cos I'd rather stand alone than be a clone with broken words

What I wouldn't give to see a sunny Sunday What I would do to not feel the rain for one day This big fish has grown some legs to stretch And in this puddle of a pond I'm steady running outta runway Chasing bimbos n synced up to gizmos I send in a sick note n stay home n lick toads Stick skins n rip roach, blow smoke n get stoned Put some paper down n prepare to let the ink go Cos I got more talent in my big toe I'm managing to damage all your ego's with a quick blow I'm balancing a sick flow with babbling in lingo Thats the perfect way to pay homage to the northcoast I guess I'm just another silly gringo Man might be vanilla but my fingers got a green glow Smell the funk coming whatever way the wind blows so any swaggots hangin on can pick a window I fall back into limbo Kick back relax n let my chin go Grab a seat beside me n get some facts for free All that baggage that he carry fucks up your chi Trust me, your third eyes gonna be getting proper rusty N all these things n stuff ye bought to let ye rot in comfort Its balls it only let's ye down Your heading for a fall ye need to turn around Ye need a j turn quick scandi flick n drift a little different N fuck the rent this week man this life was meant for living So when chasing down possessions take a moment for reflection Ask a couple questions before ye add to that collection Do you really need this? Will it really make ye happy? Is this the dream you dreamt when you where shitting in your nappy? Or is it just another shiny trinket you'll probably never use But everybody else has one ye best run out n queue The more extravagant your life the more the fear grows that you'll lose it only obsessions that I'm sweating for is knowledge love and music I fall back into limbo kick back relax and let my chin go i fall back into limbo Cruisin along in my brand new toy i'm sticking out like a haemorrhoid mechanical lazers deployed infusing my growth with the void my bars aren't on steroids they're just spat from my thyroid i feel paranoid for you, I'm smacking your organs with amyloids i make a mellow mood arcadian, then take a cello and smack a canadian, grab a yank and do the same again i'm penetration brains worldwide.......Ridin along in lobotomobile, I'm coughing and spitting at the wheel, I'm not well i need some weed and LSD and green tea, Doctors orders come see i've got this script for couple e's so i can bounce like double d's, I'm the type of cunt to burst yer bubble, pulling my sword out from its sheath, i managed to stumble across a couple dope mc's and now we're blinding ye! I'm not winding you up i'm finding a kinda new new way to rewind to the stuff that had ye jumping until ye felt rough back in the 90's that was buff, but now the truths got in the way of a good story and they're all guff, and boring like damien duff, ye's leave me snoring i've had enough so........ I fall back into limbo kick back relax and let my chin go i fall back into limbo

Sometimes I just look at stars n wonder how far away I am from mars Ponder where the next generation will boldly go in search of home like jean luc Picard Some days I'm just lost in thought What happens when we lose the greatest minds we got No need to know the truth when only memes remain And google has the answer so turn off your brain Cos its cool to not care its more fun to be dumb Ignorance is bliss but I would rather be glum Wisdom is a weapon with more wallop than a gun but a million mental midgets might be hard to overcome We're gunna need a lot of ammo We better hit the books Blinded eyes believe the lies they're not inclined to seek the truth Sew a seed and hope in time some curiosity takes root Cos if we're gunna stand a chance we need to educate the youth Ask questions, learn stuff Do you ever feel the need to disagree with what your taught Do you ever get the feeling what they say is true is not Do you ever feel injustice does it stick inside your throat Do you wonder how we closed our eyes n let it get so broke Educate yourself don't be fooled by misdirection Look beyond the set, embrace the imperfections See through a holy father and a crucified bastard Be in love with mother nature n the way she weaves her patterns In a world that's full of beauty We got some ugly truths When the people with the power only use it to abuse Currency is king n corporations rule the roost With eyes n ears under your roof and hidden poisons in your food while the web can be the net for us to share our bright ideas it can also be a tool to peddle ignorance n fear Look at all sides of a diamond so you see it crystal clear Don't join the line to march in time with all the bullshit that you hear Ask questions, learn stuff You learn a lesson everyday when you read between the lines Do a little digging see what you can find Scandal in the courtroom murder in the streets Ethics in the boardroom hide a cure from a disease N with a bag of tricks called politics a wicked web they weave Here's some different coloured ties which one do you believe Smoke n mirrors pantomimes Criminals and paedophiles Dressed in suits with painted smiles You've heard the lies now pick a side Divide n conquer is the order got to keep you on your knees Can't have undistracted minds combined n running free Got to keep them view narrow got to keep us segregated Need to keep them dreams shallow need to keep us medicated When the oppositions stronger we must use our wit to conquer with every shred of truth we get a brick falls down around em Refuse to be a zombie keep your psyche sharpened Let the wisdom you've collected be a light inside the dark Ask questions, learn stuff

we got the bars to make ye slap your mates sittin in your ma's gaff eating after eights n its not after eight we're dirty bastards mate see us in the pub whackin waspers mate Fuck your mainstream it's hiphop we're spittin, we dont call our shit freestyles if its written, you dont fit in, so go back to your turf you hear the shit from DBMC's mate its pure dirt its murder, from dangerous angles, WE FORM THE TOWNS KNOWN AS THE TRIANGLE, I'm the type of prick that would snap both my ankles, still kick your shite in and leave you lying strangled, I'll leave your tounge tangled, your head mangled, tie you from the roof by your toes and watch you dangle I'm, mentally touched, I don't speak much but when I do you'll tell your mates that this kid is the mutts nuts I've much love, for people living rough under street lamps and all my people painting on thectrains smoking green plants, so put your fingers in the air screaming FUCK COPS and keep spitting bars and tagging walls till your lucks off! I got adhb n dyslexia I'm always wordin up my fucks from dyspraxia Difficulty with numbers got me spittin 15s I got a lack of understanding Whatever that means Struggle on rumble on pull the plough son Work it out power through get them rounds done But ima keep rappin until I hit the brown note I'd rather stay broke than make a clown a couple pound notes Hoggin instrumentals at the after party Smash eleven in a row like I'm Jamie vardy What ye want a go? Naw sham hardly we ain't letting any leeches in the hierarchy I'm not the leader I just lead a lot You're not a drum but you get beat a lot I been rotten since I left the cot n seen more hairy nights than Camelot dirty bastards shit hot all the rest are just an afterthought 'Danny Droppit' People say I'm the shit cuz I got that sick style While yours is just shite like imitating a shit pile Cuz You'll get ripped like a 6pack Cuz your shits gack Mines.... Pure fresher than your tic-tacks Get back Before you get a slap in the beck Fry Ye up like I'm Slappin on a steak Turn a beat Into a frying pan No lying sham You lads haven't got the vocab Or span in your diaphragm To Lock a flow like these cunt in my dungeon I take the breath out them like they're cross country runnin But what ye runnin from This demonic cunt Give ye Super sonic runs Then block Ye from the toilet son Your Shitting yoursel If I'm spitting aswell I'm Smokein Angel dust in heaven and fuckin trippin in hell Really come of the top of the dome like hair follicles on a thick dread Your only coming of the top of the dome Cuz your a fucking DICK HEAD Self absorbed little kid About to flip the lid Actin like the little prick Doesn't give a single shit Expect nothing better when your gonna let down Don't get how fake clowns think they're best town You know the DBMC'S possess the best sound So sit down, shut you mouth and listen Thought your shit was nice Well sorry mate, it isn't All I can hear is words but there's just no rhythm So stop it I'm happy scramming acid tabs Jamming in my granny's flat But your raps are that gash, my trip ended after that. Nasty perhaps But it had to be said To many mc's mouthing but they lost their head! This underground hip hop so fuck what you said! Il be blasting that 90's shit til the day I drop dead! 'Big Dean Son'

When all I see are ones n zeros All you see are Cunts n Heroes This Life aint black or white like that n there's a lotta grey But Id prefer to see the canvas bleed with fifty shades a jay Is it any fucking wonder that ye cant sleep When all the stresses in your life invade your very dreams n seep inside n leave behind a weight ye canny seem to lift a haze ye canny seem to shift ye See a star and make a wish Or shake yourself clench a fist but nothing ever changes Fuck do you expect when you stay plugged inside the matrix Ye try to get that level up but fall for all the same tricks Think you found to find a way to win until you hit the next glitch Here let me help you find the off switch I'll Change the reel next time the frame skips I'll mend the lens next time the beat slips a rat out flag to fan the flames with When it all goes back in the box when all the ticks have tocked When all is said n done my friend n all that matters in the end is how you've lived n what you've done I bet you wish you had more fun I bet your debt seems petty now i bet you'd swap that Xbox one for one more dawn to watch the sun for one more day to live n laugh to flip the script for one last draft you'd sacrifice that golden calf For all the looks n all the chat for all the times you didn't dance For all the heads that say you can't for all them slippy sycophants For all the times they told ye don't for all the things they said you won't for all the times that you forgot n all the naw I better nots Ye see a chance just take the shot make your mark connect the dots Keep climbing when they tell ye stop cos you won't hear them from the top Here let me help ye find the off switch I change the reel next time the frame skips I mend the lens next time the beat slips Rat out flag to fan the flames with The future isn't what it used to be When happiness becomes a commodity Don't get caught up in distortions of priority Seems to me the count of three we disconnect the telespeak n remember that your life is free as you fit to do as you please don't let the bastards grind ye down just laugh em off forget the frowns Just say naw don't sell your soul ask all the questions pick the holes cut the strings unlock the cuffs Don't feed the beast don't buy the stuff Don't watch the news don't hide your views If both sides lie choose not to choose Alarm bells ring don't hit the snooze When things get real don't get confused Accept that we're all one n then become invincible You See the cage around you flinch n then become invisible The bond ye make the shackles break The collar drops from round your neck N then you see what you perceive is the only true reality Forget their chosen rights n wrongs n disregard morality N Then you'll be at peace released in blissful immortality Let me help ye find the off switch Change what's real next time the frame skips Amend your lens next time the beat slips This rat out flag to fan the flames with

So I went n made an ep freebie CD for the ages Took my heart from off my sleeve n went n smeared it on some pages Got some shit from off my chest Said some things that needed said So now we're suitably acquainted I may as well cough up the rest See my accent might define the way I say things then I shit talk But my birthplace won't confine me to reside in irish hip hop I've skipped on I read a couple steps ahead I burned the midnight oil while you where tucked up in your bed I don't consider myself an Irish rapper I just consider myself the latter Cos I don't need the label, I won't be no ones novelty Cos honestly, i feel no monogamy for my colony I'm a one man sovereignty an abominable anomaly But I'm still a dirty bastard n that'll never change Still bang them ignorant ratty beats that leave ye rearranged Still come with all the nasty patter db bars for days I take the microphone n fuck ye with the fat and live on stage But it is what it is and gyro taught ye that To take over the world ye need a first step on the map When the northcoast leads the way, all the rest should mind the gap Cos from here on in you're living in the year of the rat So when armed with all these weapons what's the one that I should use Do I try to speak some sense or do I hurl some crude abuse Should I play the like for likes game n exchange a view for views Or fast forward through a stagnant scene well I guess that's up to you This land was famed for poets but it seems few dwell in hip hop The same old boring blah blah bars I click to make the clip stop Before the rot gets in the roots the rule books needing ripped up Forget your notes you need some change n I'm filling up the tip cup So take my 2 cents n bang em in ye backy Stick your fingers in the air n blow a massive raspberry Anyone can make a lotta noise but let's get one thing clear If ye want to keep the peoples ear then give em something real to hear