UK Hip Hop Lyrics: Adam and Cuth - Break Your Heart

Adam goes on an epic rant on this one to round out the album, backed by a boom-bappy beat by Cuth. Watch this space for more lyrics by these two, and be sure to check out our review of the EP

VERSE 1: ADAM

First rule of writing: show don’t tell
So show me, don’t tell me
I know you think that your cold flow’s healthy, I disagree
You’re ignorantly living if you don’t know self
So if you’re rapping in a faux road shell
Then it’s back to the dojo, hold don’t sell
I’m more drawn to the stories that hobos tell
And better times that arise when you own no wealth
Cause I know that
And if your flow don’t gel to the beat then you’re old hat
I’m sure you roam roads nightly
And wouldn’t fight me, you’d knife me
Slice me, stand me in a toast rack
It wasn’t edgy in the Naughties
But now it’s so trad, same old story it’s boring
What’s raw? The door’s open
How about we step through it?
I’m at a rap gigs sitting at the back napping
My barometer will wobble for a shit storm
Not a pot of muggy kid’s talk, rickshaw swinging
Slip few pieces missing from the jigsaw
Here’s a tip: keep lips zipped more
It’s like watching flipping chicks brawl
It’s never pretty in any city
Grim thoughts spark nights out vibes overboard
Like decency and good feelings hopped off this seesaw
To be truthful, I might do too much thinking
For a while back there I stopped listening
But now I listen in a few cats killing it
But more than a few crass idiots exude mass ignorance
We’ve let ‘em through, I’ve moved back witnessing
I’m mad tired of just making excuses like UK hip hop’s good
Gotta find the gems, go back 5 or 10 years, what? Exactly.
No more passive Adam, my verb’s active
Sorry if I’m being didactic
Been building a while, chest muscles need relaxing
Been chewing on this ish all day like a matchstick
Spark it off brickwork, make flame
Put it to the kindling I sling under a waste name
Here’s another thing: what’s with all the gay hate?
It’s a waste of air talk page brain space
Even closed minds are on some live and let live tip
If a man digs men, why do you give a shit?
Bring up my sexual practice, I flex thumb and index that’s two red holes in your chest from a nipple twist
And I won’t say what my practice is
See what imagination will do
It’s as relevant as having sweet or savoury tooths, right?
And I’m a pudding man, what?
I like a crumble and custard
You wanna rumble you fuckwits?
I got culinary muscles too
I swing with my inner child, I got a bigger smile
You’ll probably see it when I run at you
I put it down and I look around for something new, something fresh
Something cool, nah scrap cool
Just anything to move me
I moved to a new scene, it did me good
Jumped my boundaries like you probably wished you could
Suck a lemon in a good way
Cleanse palate, look straight
Maybe even take down your hood mate, chill at home
I sound like a prick, I know
I wouldn’t either believe, go figure Holmes
Just this box that we’re in isn’t getting any bigger thoughI didn’t want to
I just had to
Cause I consume this music
And I produce this music
I look around and see cats abusing this music
I just wanna be moved by music