(No Ratings Yet)Well, it’s finally here. Brighton-based trio Concept of Thought (Illiterate, Awfer and Frankie Stew) have dropped their debut album Painting on Silence, and what a release it is. It’s hard to describe in words exactly how this…
VERSE 1:
ILLITERATE
- It’s just another day
- Wasting change
- Trying to get to grips with this
- Tipsy kids still spitting sick when his lips are stitched
- If you’re shit, you’re getting binned quick
- Like a bit of liquorice inside a Pick-n-Mix
- I’m sick of it
- Stop the bickering cause nobody is listening
- And if you’re wack you’re gonna get snapped like a brittle stick
- Penning raw
- I’m forming a metaphor, clever draw
- Concept Of Thought, we’re forever raw
- See a severed corpse fall from the heavens’ court
- Man I beckon storms when I stand next to falls
- It’s the Devil’s war, time to surrender
- For crimes been committed and my mind’s the offender
- Slice of dementia
- Roll dying with a vengeance
- Is it luck or is just divine intervention?
- Life is descending
- Five dimensions collide when I light up a Benson
- It’s time for my meds soonAwfer:
- I’m nothing special
- In fact I’m a normal kid
- That likes to write rhymes at night when I’m bored of shit
- Bored of this, shitty little town I’ve been brought up in
- If this weren’t reality, I would have bought some wings
- Strapped ‘em to my back and flown straight to where the border is
- I ain’t talking shit man, I’m raw like abortion is
- Or torching an orphanage
- I want more than this
- Feeling boxed in like contortionists
- My story is:
- I was born to spit, grab my sword and grip
- I’ve got more to give
- Every thought I think is stored in this strange little brain of mine
- My frame of minds’ debating life
- I ain’t afraid to laugh
- I aint’ afraid to cry
- So raise your glass and I‘ll raise the mic
- I wanna take hip hop to a greater height
- And take pride in the way I write
- To the sky
- All around the world to the stage and glide
VERSE 2:
FRANKIE STEW
- I’ve been searching
- Write my verse in third person
- I’m learning
- Time my life, I burn perspect
- No one ain’t perfect
- Working ain’t worth it
- And I worked that out
- On my day job, the rain drops
- Splattered on my feet
- I’ve learnt two things you’ll never find
- Happiness for free
- The other’s undiscovered from the pattern in my speech
- Just another case of matching my defeat
- Trapped inside the scene if you’re acting by the sea
- Change your ways and I stay the same faith
- Play the game and the day to make haste
- Spray your name up on trains to make mates
- If you crave the fame then it’s basic
- You gotta go against the grain
- Because the iller the written raps, the bigger the scene claps
- C.O.T. we bringing it back
- So what what
- C.O.T. we bringing it back
VERSE 3:
ED SCISSORTONGUE
- Yo, it’s just another day for rituals and routines
- Another day of sunbeams and moonbeams on horizons, sights are too deep
- Another day for peeps to populate streets
- Another day for business men on tubes rocking a tie and a two piece
- Another day to open my eyes, direct my sight to the skies
- To see it’s pissing down, man it’s gloomy
- Another day to think: ‘fuck work, make a call, pull a sickie, sit in my pants and watch B-grade movies’
- Another day to blaze skunk
- Another day to get drunk
- Another day to eat junk
- Another day to make love
- But that’s it, if you reflect upon it honestly
- I’m sick of all these deep and meaningful philosophies
- Cause man was an ape
- Ape became man
- Man became twats
- Wackness began, yeah?
- God was a twat if he existed and that
- Man I’m sick of all this deep evangelistical crap
- Just another day for junkies to score their fix
- Just another day for paedos to perve on kids
- Just another day for Scissortongue to flip some scripts
- Another day for Hollyoaks at half past six
- Another day for every godforsaken clock to tick
- Another day for semi-skimmed on my Weetabix
- Another day to get my penis licked by some sleazy chick
- Till I’m creaming jizz on her greasy tits
- For real.
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