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No Rider lyrics
I was working as an MC the other day
With a cup o instant coffee and some marmalade
Its hard to play when just wanna run away
Its underlay underlay since underage
Then the phone rang Its Urthboy here,
Im Elefant Traks just like Kenny Sabir
Hi, someone led me to believe youre an MC
Ive got an offer that would maybe eve tempt me.
What I meant means we give you a set fee
You play at our gig for peanuts and a little prestige
So the rest see me as a success
While Im struggling to pay rent with records to press
But yes I agree to it, how can you not?
Thinking of the fluid with the international slot
Ive got no time for rhymers, slash social climbers
Its just another gig Im doing for the rider
There is no rider my friend, so why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end (like, broke as hell, cant you tell)
Leave the house, lock the door, catch the train
Or the bus its a rush tame the peak hour crush
to the venue, nothing but trouble on the menu
Cock-rocking headstrong soundmen to get through
This shit can really send you to the pub next door
Either that or make sure he leaves with a broken jaw
(Ahh) nah man Im just joking around
Just hoping to soundcheck without choking this clown
Im just about over it now and Im not hopeful
Can I get a test vocal from the pleb locals
This opals got rough edges and a hard centre
Im doing it for the love musics my warm sweater
Kinda like a second placenta so when I enter
In performance endeavours theres Desmond Decker-like measure
And ever different, but listen, there is that divider
Drink up cos the other act will steal all ya rider
I was working as an MC the other night
With a couple shitty mics and an appetite
Cook MCs like, look its a parasite
Eat em up but first wipe the dirt out of sight
Im your supermans cryptonite talkback
shock jock sponsorship, politicians dirty money
Saw you coming from a mile away you got the
right-of-way yeah thats what all the rhymers say
Im inclined to play cos in the end its entertainment
Crafted and created, loungeroom and the basement
Break-in, and of the things stolen by the sly crooks
Cash, backpack, laptop and rhymebook
Start from scratch, and scrap the last seventy-ish
Pull out every single hair and tear em to bits
Material things, gone with the pied piper
(Okay winona, Ill do it for the Ryder)
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