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letra de empires - doc brown

[intro]
judge hope: speak!

bing: i haven’t got a speech, i didn’t plan words – i didn’t even try to. i just knew i had to get here to stand here and i knew i wanted you to listen. to really listen, not just pull a face like you’re listening, like you do the rest of the time. a face like you’re feeling instead of processing. you pull a face and poke it towards the stage and we lah-di-dah, we sing and dance and tumble around, and all you see up here – it’s not people you don’t see people up here, it’s all fodder. and the faker the fodder is the more you love it because fake fodder is the only thing that works anymore. fake fodder is all that we can stomach

[verse 1: doc brown]
bruv, you know i had to drop back
had enough of not rapping
had enough of all these pop-rap kings
’cause the crowns don’t fit and they sound so shit
i’ve been doing this since twothou’ and won’t switch
funny how i now write jokes for a living when the biggest clowns are straight-faced and bar spitting
catting flows like it’s alright to buy, you ain’t originators you’re an overnight limelight
me and luc skyz, we were on the corner battlers, open-mic rattlers, cr-pper rapper batterers
we were just two dudes doing what we used to, rapping for the f-ck of it, way before youtube
predating myspace, rap wasn’t a nice place
nah, you must be high mate, f-ck up out of my face
you ain’t repping jack, ey
i’m london
from before it all became a big organic cafe
plus, i’m unashamedly old school
i ain’t trying to make some shit for the kids
like some old fool, all up in the midsts of a mid-life crisis
i write this for the dying breed that i vibe with
pioneers of this thing of ours
it’s a culture, if we had nothing we’d still be spitting bars
of course, it hurts that i never had a hit, that i rapped for 10 years and made nothing out of it
and yea, i was tempted to go pop and switch
i just couldn’t handle being anybody’s b-tch
still my own boss
no, i don’t floss, though i’d like to
who knows, maybe i might do?
but i’ll never ever compromise the art form
rap made me and that’s something i can’t ignore
it’s too pure
sure, keeping raping it, keep taking it, i’ll just keep on elevating it
ayo

[hook]
trends come, trends go like days
don’t get yourself g-ssed, you’re a phase
came in the game energised then tired
empires crash and burn, look and learn
i said, trends come, trends go like days
don’t get yourself g-ssed, you’re a phase
came in the game energised then tired
empires crash and burn, look and learn

[verse 2: luc skyz]
yo, listen
at times i often feel like a sasquatch, mascot for a team that n-body bats for
but hats off the cats that stole my laptop
occupying four halls then base
pounding from your anthem
right now i’m on this hunger strike (ooh)
and listeners know me as the wonder boy
the son employed, deploying weapons that’s colour [?]
i mean coordinated, whatever, i’m more than rated
as the half negroid, half caucasoid waterboy
but this ain’t sounding funny
i’m drowning all your noise, i’m boning all your girls, i’m murdering all your boys
your face is contorted
drink to my onslaughted
cracked into twelve fragments
that all got unsorted
now you’re a useless puzzle
are you kids entertained?
i guess kittens wanna play with strings, metaphors, paper thin
paper don’t beat rock, rock does paper in
gave me the detox, laced the gym
i kind of shut this shit this shit off
entirely, ’cause just thinking about it was f-cking with my psyche
like, i put the time, money and the grind in rap
so me leaving this behind me is not likely
why you’ll find me high off psychedelics
’cause i’m a truth seeker
sometimes the truth hurts, sitting in your two-seater
knowing that you had your whole life served to you
like pretty hors d’oeuvres
it works my nerves
’cause we came out the dirt, no handouts
a part of me wants to grab a mic and pull all these rappers’ pants down
expose your miniture b-lls
you’re getting love for spreading hate and i get hate for telling the truth
how that work out?
the gift of the curse now
but guess who started as kings, i mean that in every sense of the word now
and doc brown’s doing his thing, the ground troops moving ’em in
reoccupy what they burnt down

[outro]
there’s only so much wonder we can bear. that’s why when you find any wonder whatsoever you dole it out in meagre portions and only until it is augmented and packaged and pumped through 10,000 pre–ssigned filters, ’till it’s nothing more than a meaningless series of lights. and f-ck you! f-ck you that’s what it all boils down to… it’s f-ck you! f-ck you for sitting there and slowly making things worse. f-ck you and your spotlight and your sanctimonious faces, f-ck you all!

- doc brown

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