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A Journey of a Thousand Miles

by Hearts of Darkness

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1.
Verse 1 This composition of verses disperses the curses, but first things first, let’s reverse this, And rewind, in order to find, the unadulterated prose of the penetrated, mentally levitated, Living a life like the life of the lowest, but still thou dost flowest as thou dost knowest, and so it’s, The poets with poetical position that be seeking to make this imposition upon the indecision, A process of nuclear fission, each word will separate in to its separate division with precision, Precisely, words flow nicely, because it might be, the last available occasion for persuasion, Punctuated the paragraph to swing like an axe, in the aftermath of Armageddon this is what you’re getting, never letting the lowest common denominator, be the dominator, I would rather I eliminate her, the imitator is all around us, it seeks to confound us, and ground us, but on both scores it flounders, so how does, this sound sound, now that we’ve broke down down and found ourselves amidst the mist, mist, listen to this, this, effortlessness, unless it makes you restless and then it’s, time, for you to say your penance, try to fit four words in a sentence, demented, deranged and disproportionate thoughts that get, set to set if off, when I let it off, soft words are spoken silently, some approach violently, trying to be higher than the highest that liest, low on the meadow or manger, the mentalistic picture rearranger stands stranger, the stranglehold that I hold is now torn... ‘cos hell hath no fury like a b-boy scorned, you have been warned... Chorus Verse 2 And four words, from the foreword, can disturb and touch a raw nerve, when we swerve sideways, Across the highways and byways, of where my mind sprays, And displays and delays the points that were raised, praise, The all true and living, indelibly unforgiven for the longevity with which we’re giving, Some have arisen and some are still in the process of arisal, acquiesce upon arrival, My eyes will penetrate the depths of the coldest soul to ever stroll upon the face of the planet and, sanity’s, the single most important credential, in eliminating stress to the temple, Exemplify the precise niceness and nature, of the scales that weighed that mislaid behaviour, forgave the, Actions, detractions, and interactions, of protracted factions, dropped to improper fractions, Matching the composition, destroying all competition, focussed on the locus of this division, A clarity of vision beyond the acquisition and analysis of that mental paralysis, Fallacies floated in three seas, through thirty three degrees of beliefs, baptisms and lyrical specialisms, defensive mechanisms and protectionist policies, we need to abolish these before we can acknowledge these, So please accept my apologies, if you cannot follow these, aspects of astrologies, Archeologies findings, now removing the bindings, that were blinding, those who were found in hiding, still surviving, beyond all expectation, expecting confrontation, Our relationship has been both torn and worn, sacrificed like a pawn, ‘cos hell have no fury like a b-boy scorned, you have been warned... Chorus (to end)
2.
Verse 1 Observe the fine dividing line, between the divine, and the unearthly decorated which we hated, Made it a factor in all calculations, creating a space for the patience, Puritanical thoughts, meant the lesser got caught short, you seek to distort and deprive but I’ve, Seen through all the confusing illusions, lies laid and braced like paranoid delusions, You’re losing your senses, misrepresenting the tenses, building walls and fences, Which we need to scale, in order to prevail then set sail over seas unseen, Seven sides sow the seeds of the dice of your destiny, How can you question the pattern of thoughtful flows that oppose those that lack foundation and basis? All the positions and places that you name, I claim, are only geographical, not mathematical, Measured by the trigonometry and then the geometry of the universe, which came first? The unquenchable thirst, for the words of the worst, immersed this verse, dispersed... Chorus Verse 2 Ask me once or twice, what was the sacrifice? Only the salient souls could uphold roles and goals that were taken from scrolls withheld, if hell’s on earth then what are these wise words worth? Without walls or even wires, waylaid by the liars, not even known as good triers, seek to supply us with, Illegitimate, counterfeit and unorthodox thoughts that cost creative tendencies to be amending these, Sending these messages to the last outposts and vestiges of civilised behaviour, Save yourself from the sharp scythed enslaver, Who came to engrave their version of events, with ill solicited, political documents, Down right, I found the rights factors and formulas, in order to calculate, degrees to which the sun must like elevate... From the dawn to the dusk, I distrust, words they discuss, leave me with disgust, no righteousness, Can be seen, on the scene, what I mean is that we’ve been where many of them don’t come clean, Supremely situated, on the level of the elevated, simply demonstrated, thoughts activated, Chorus (to end)
3.
Verse 1 Reanimating wildstyles, I smiles, from one side of my face to the other, When I discover, the undercover brother above you, I love and leave you, I please and tease you, then release you through passages unknown, to postpone pointless pleasures, there’s a need to treasure this, because it’s precious and some of them are jealous of our advancements, enhancements, answering the critics with words, verbs nouns and dialects, is the hysterical, historical, metaphorical, Master of managing the gains which we made from following procedures which you need to pay heed to, believe the, dark days dawned on the dominions of the devastated, through this we penetrated, exasperated, yet we never waited for any competitor to be assuming the position of the editor, Never letting the, appropriate pieces be released, it’s a sign of the beast, and at least its, Recognisable, and advisable, for us to steer clear of those ideas, brought forth from the sincere fears, of our peers, as the heat seers, here’s, the anguish and the agony in which they’ll be dragging me, in to the depths of the darkness,from where we start this, as soon as we depart it seems some of them see it fit to question our longevity, the mentality of the darkest pedigree deems it non – permissible, the dismissible indecision upon which we seek to make an incision with the crafted precision of a physician, Nothing is missing as we return to those essential elements of the wildstyle testaments Chorus The activator or reanimator, processor of data or data, yes from the minor to the major, we will engrave the seal of our supremacy, over those who pretend to be, the friend of we, or maybe even enemy, never letting the, abuser, confuse the, trials and tribulations that are facing us, seeking to be replacing us, maybe erasing us or even chasing us, up the river where we deliver the bigger figure, in order to overcome that outcast class, Mass appeal is attainable, only for those remainable, engageable, never the fadeable, The irreplaceable broadcasts of the wildstyle thoughts last longer than the so called ‘stronger’ so prolong the, patterns of poetical presence, emanating from the source or the essence, teaching the lessons like, those lies lie grounded, grated and dumbfounded, and if the word is bond, we’ve bound it, surrounded ourselves with all kinds of shelves, of breaks and artefacts in order to enshrine fine tracks, but nowadays tracks lack that soul seeking sentiment that used to represent and stand as testament intelligent, never the hesitant, only the hated, waited, desecrated what was once sacred, now lies naked and open to the elements, a matter of relevance to relations that keep testing the patience, but wait since, some signs signify the sorrow, of thoughts that flow from a head that’s hollow, maybe tomorrow... maybe tomorrow.. Maybe tomorrow I can dispose of my woes and sorrow... Chorus (to end)
4.
Verse 1 My mind is like a lunar landscape, I only possess the memories with which I remember these days foregone, and the wonder of what is to come, I am one young tongue that has swung myself off the shelf to deal with, the real if, some give me the time to enlighten them, it might frighten them, that facts were foretold from old, And then they broke the mould, hold, the positions of plenty, attempt to tempt me, and seek to make me unfriendly, So I lend my ears to my peers for meditations, on these sad sensations, Foundations constructed, look what we came up with, an art form to uplift, The non–believing, under achieving, children of the evening, We’ve been in all those places and spaces, seen all the faces, known all the aces, And now you wanna erase this, and maybe replace this, with a taste of your baseness, Running us out of the streets where we used to greet, meet and be complete, or get beat, Featured in the headlines, only about ten times, and so promoting our declines, Fines are what you should have paid for the wicked ways you acted, compensation attracted, “More thoughts of kidnap”, I heard a kid rap, lies like a knife, not a gift wrap, Trying to adapt to the clash of your classes... scattering ashes... Chorus Verse 2 Pass the matches, then light the grasses, proceed to scatter the ashes, Flashes of places, locations and actions, pursued by various factions, Counteractions to creativity cannot stop this delivery, even if they chose to deny the lies they told us, they still try to shape us and mould us, and hold us, as prisoners because were listeners and entertainers of ideas beyond youthful years, here’s, tears, produced by the terrorised, see it in their terror eyes, a look that never lies, time flies, like leaves in the breeze, over seas, as some seek to deceive, we believe we’ve, elevated, risen above the level of the devastated, the odds are never weighted in our favour, so observe the nerve we display the, attitudes stranger, rearranger, thoughts brought forth from the chapter and the manger, some of them are living a life laced with danger, ashes will be the remainder, seeking to explain the next frame, as long as the text gains, names link the chains, games are being played yet we lie like the loser, unless we test the confuser, refusing to submit to the clash of your classes, scattering ashes... Chorus (to end)
5.
Mr. Next Man 05:09
Verse 1 Step aside Mr. Next Man,’cos I got a plan to get paid, rip the trade, prove I’m vexed and, Checking the text and coming forward, forward, you’d like it if I paused or stopped, yeah, you sure would, but let me tell you just what’s happening, ‘cos I got a pen, a piece of paper and a compass, And I’m mapping in, the direction that we’re going, so be checking the flowing, showing and witness the roughneck styles I’m throwing, owing money to no man, woman, or lady, baby you haven’t heard of me yet, but then just maybe, by tomorrow, you will follow this household name, pain... still, I maintain, and I remain in the same frame of mind which you’ll find in the mind of a like minded man of mine, time after time, I’ve said my peace, but radio stations seem afraid to unleash the beast, at least, in to urban areas, maybe the facts that I’m speaking are getting scary and scarier, like a pitbull terrier, so prepare for warfare, ‘cos lesser men I bury you, ferry you up the river, I deliver, the prophecy everlasting, what I’m forecasting, is bigger and better, badder and bolder, how many times have we told you that we fold you, so now behold the, forces of betterment, that stand as testament to the settlement of the detriment, a hearts of darkness experiment, has proven successful, in succeeding, we’re giving what you’re needing, so please be heeding, the message to the listener that we’re giving you, never forgetting where we came from, and we’re still living the, life of ordinary citizens, some call us veterans, but that’s better than being the unseen, unintelligent ones, daughters, have caught us in the act, so bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, to the point of the fact, and that is that this is business, never before witnessed, some of them dismissed this, as being unnecessary, but I think it is very necessary for us to bury the shit we carry, and being married to the mentality of reality, I have to speak upon every fatality, In actuality, there are just too many men who are claiming to be my friend... meet your end, And then maybe some progress can be made, in the wake of the path we laid, over your graves we paved, saving you from the torture that they brought you, and we’ll be cleaning the crap up when we’ve caught you, Mr. Next Man, I’m just proving the fact that I’m vexed and... Chorus Verse 2 Too many are trying to show us defiance so they must witness the appliance of bachelors of science, we stand as giants, over towering, overpowering, the over cowering lesser men, who thought that they were better than, the H.O.D, the H.I.P, the H.O.P, so please S.T.O.P as we, have excelled and propelled then felled others like trees, for these deliveries create rivalries, Yet many of these have been overcome, with the force of one drum and a juvenile tongue that swung, Over the high roads and the low roads, I took a slow boat to my destination, no hesitation, Devastation left in the trail but we prevail to make truth set sail when the sunlight’s pale, And our mission cannot fail as there’s too much at stake, as the fake, reawake, it’s too late, take the bait, Mr. Next Man, I’m just proving the fact that I’m vexed and... Verse 3 Like brothers on organised missions, we’re delivering answers to the suspicions, So keep your visions, firmly in place like foundations, fill in the applications, join the nations, The patience is tried and tested, you shouldn’t have messed with, those who possess gifts, Of geographical location, assess the situation before you make your move to this smooth groove, You’ve got nothing to prove because it’s proven, many are losing, plus being confused by the confusing, ways and actions of factions that act as reactions to the misdescriptions and the fictions, we need to build like the Egyptians, in order to engineer ideas of brilliance, showing the resilience that we have to, in order to match you, crash through then get right past you, how many times must it be proven that we outlast you, I ask you, to check the last two, tracks that we made, they portrayed, the real essence of the darkest, heartless sessions, beyond the questions that I’m posing them, courage has arose in them, but enough for them to be opposing them, which one is the chosen one? And which one is the frozen one?, and which one is the child that attempted to take the reins in order to maximise our pains?, all that remains, is for the darkest, heartless soul, to fulfil the role they stole, The torture that they brought you only bears pain, because the mentality of the Next Man is insane... Chorus (to end)
6.
Verse 1 Discontentment and resentment runs rife, through the veins of this hip hop life, I’ve lived on the edge of a knife as well, but now I’m back from hell to rebel from that swell, L, the holder of the hidden agenda from the fifth of September the defender of this hip hop gender, never a pretender or actor, but holder of the key as you can see so feel the force of my factor, and as I react to the facts that are presented, I never meant it to be misrepresented, ‘cos I sent this wish as a special delivery, a reminder to those who are blinder, that you’re never getting rid of me, rid of me, and maybe you will label me as your enemy, enemy, and so you’ll never be the friend of me, but please don’t pretend to be so sacred, especially when the lies that you lay as a wreath are stripped naked... outdated, outmoded and outclassed from the first to the last you’re getting passed on every lap and I am shitsick of your crapness and faceless fakeness, sick of your weakness in maintaining your status, I hate this, so I replace this, with something of greatness, a style and pattern that’s dateless, and maybe I relate this to the matter at hand, understand things were grand until they got the upper hand, so, here we go, check the flow, it’s easy-come and easy-go unless it doesn’t come easy ‘cos then I’ll never let it go, oh I should have said yes, just remember not to test when your style is undressed to the vest, take a guess at the lesson you’re learning, and for the secondary term this crisis is burning, and I’m yearning for the days of old because my memory is filled with the thoughts of fruits of nature that we gave ya, I never professed to be the saviour, but one thing I will never be is the enslaver, I was made and manufactured to give it back to the point, to the point, to the point, it’s the joint, what’s the point?, the point is this, I’m sick of all the effortlessness on the part of the breathless, if you wanna come and test this then please do your worst, and I’m a send your chapter and verse back in a hearse, I curse artists that dismiss this because it’s artistic endeavour, that makes me endure being poor and then hardcore forever, I never let the lesser man get to me, because when I catch the lesser man he’ll be getting a vasectomy, so don’t try to get next to me, ‘cos if you do I’ll have to leave you black and blue with this recipe... for venom Chorus Verse 2 Vanish, fake hip hop artists are getting banished and I manage to use all the damage to my Advantage, and any vantage point which may have existed, has been discarded, disregarded and plus missed it’s a point for the hit list, so make the drop-off huh, and don’t ask me why I’m pissed off, when Mell’O’ and Blade are getting missed off, the list of the roughest MC’s on the planet, your bullshit, I can it, shitty labels it’s time to panic, ‘cos here comes the frantic with the Peugeot 205 and a baseball bat, so remember that, plus at 33 or 45, you spin the wheel and spin the vibe with tales from the light side, and I might check for recognition, with the keys in the ignition, a mission of precision has been positioned... with venom... Chorus Verse 3 And as a sample of venom has since been tasted, witness the part-time rhymers getting wasted, I chased it, and faced it with the force of my vexedness, if you wanna come and test this, then watch me as I wreck this, and check yourself for integrity and loyalty, ‘cos some boys will be down to clown and be destroying the artform that caused a storm that we’ve been building, so teach the willing children to defend the style we’re building, and then we can make a killing after paying dues for years and years of tears so here’s, the philosophy of mental photography, and if you can’t keep up with me then get the fuck off of me, ‘cos there is no stopping the H.E.A.R.T.S. of darkness... I suggest you don’t mess or you’ll get tested, by the roughneck styles I manifested and possessed it’s, just the anger that is banging in my brain, that makes me release the pain upon paper, I try to escape the, confines of the mind of the greater, but wait ah, as radio stations are testing my patience, ‘cos they won’t show us the way since, hip hop does not appeal to the masses, well then fuck the masses ‘cos the masses have got no class, it’s simple economics, supply meets demand, but the supply doesn’t meet our demand understand, the underhand policies of the next man, I’m just proving the fact that I’m vexed and enraged, I don’t see hip hop artists up on stage, and when I do see artists up on a stage all they want is a wage, well I’ll give them a wage, I wage war, and with a taste of venom I’ll settle the score... Chorus (to end)
7.
Verse 1 Now, you’re listening to the tales from the windswept sails, of the ones who prevail, never frail, hail, Words from the text of the whitewashed decks, flex the next to attract inspections, make the corrections, connections from all sections, Directions displayed diagrammatically, acrobatically evident, comes the one who will represent, with testament to my detriment, Never let it be said that we never tried to hide and glide past, those who we outclassed and outcast, the faster the flow goes, then the faster the foe knows, we’ll be ripping up phono’s, Chose to remain in the same vein, and what I explain, goes the same for the mainframe, Games are being played with the lives of the young minds, who open their eyes to find blinds, time’s, a secondary factor in the need to react to, thoughts brought forth from the chapter, adapt to, the mistakes of sending tapes to fakes and snakes, as the sleeper awakes, he baits, the hook line and sinker, how could you think to, propose that we froze and be blinkered, As distinct from the next man, with the next plan, for the next band, on the other hand, we stand, And then deliver a river of metaphors from all fours, floors and there’s no pause, Cause and effect set the wheels in motion, so the tide has turned in the ocean, hoping, For a better way or a better day, to say what I say, and ensure it gets airplay, hey.. Chorus Verse 2 I... tried and tried but too many of them lied, mothers cried, then they slide to the side, gui-ded, by the visionless, witness this precision first and then we can decide who is the decisionless, Missionless minds make for missionless kinds, so try to find those kinds in their primes sometimes, Some minds are made up, and some of them are laid up, in order to get weighed up and paid up, But that’s living life in darker shade of the upgrade, put yourself on parade and be displayed, dismayed at the distractions, and then the detractions, preventing all counteractions, factions are providing assistance, we’re showing persistence, plus we’re showing resistance for instance, standing in the midst of a cyst or a cancer, what’s the answer? A chance to advance or enhance the, distributive process, so that we can take no less, than what’s at a second guess, the second best, test, the waters for orders, and please don’t cut any corners, and if you have to cut corners then forewarn us, or adorn us with the facts of the situation, there’s no need to be feeding false information, the patience is still tried and tested, you uproot the truth for which we have quested, suggested solutions for matters of complexity, but still you are distressing me and vexing me, who’s next to be?, featured on the hit list so they can be dismissed with quickness, a victim of the business, Is this progress? If so it’s slow yes, so speed it up by giving us what we need it up, read it up in the books, absorb rhymes, lines and pages, we’re going through stages for ages, cages, and even barriers couldn’t carry us, or ferry us or follow us, or stop us looking at tomorrow as, we should do, could do, or maybe even would do, see the crap that you put us through, so, if the proof is in the pudding, then pass me the pudding, so I can see the fucking proof that you put in... Chorus (to end)
8.
Verse 1 Check the plastic, that’s what you waited for ain’t it?, Pictures were painted before the scene was tainted we made it, Alphabetically, grammatically and poetically, superior, so the inferior, Couldn’t get near to the, dark hearted individuals, living with the residuals, And now the time has come for us to bid you all... a fond farewell, from where we dwell, we had to sell ourselves up the river, so we could deliver the bigger figure, but we be digging deeper than the sleeper, the grim reaper creeps to the bottom of the stairs but who cares?, there’s, a lot more out there to be explored and we haven’t ignored, so please climb aboard for your reward, bored to the maximum, relaxed to the minimum, witness the rhythm we’re giving them, it will be hitting them... exactly where it matters, and that is, in the backs of backstabbers and then back chatters that’s at us, because tracks are torn to tatters when we can get access to the facilities, but when we can’t, then there’s nothing to be recorded, there’s no reward if, you could have scored if, you had the equipment to make the shipment to the door of, the record shops, where the hip hop drops, and young hearts stop when they hear drum fills and rough bass drops, that’s got more props than a temporary structure, but some couldn’t conduct the orchestra if they were taught by the leader, you need to be a believer, to be an achiever, and Sheik’s got the skills to be like either, so weave the, threads of the fear and the dreads, and blood shed, left many men dead, yet what was said, may not have been the answer to the question, so please let me make a suggestion... many of them are claiming to be supporting us, but they’re not supporting us with the financial rewards that we need, it’s not about greed, it’s necessity, we can’t afford to keep pressing wax if, the fact is, you’re playing the parts of actors and are too scared to back us, so get the fucking plastic... Chorus “Check the plastic, that’s what you waited for ain’t it?, pictures were painted before the scene was tainted we made it” Verse 2 And now the business is getting serious, curious, making us query this, when we were near to this, You ran afeared from this, But still I insist that we’ll be coming and going, forever growing with the portfolio of styles that were showing, You’re knowing the answers to the questions before they’ve even been asked, so don’t try to take this task to task, Living a life unmasked and open, collect your token, and pay your damages for what you’ve broken, You must be fucking joking if you’re thinking we’re going to make a departure, because we only start the... Irreversible, tide that’s unturnable, manuscript unburnable, inflammable, lessons are learnable, We can’t see any cash being earnable or being received until all the costs have been reprieved, And we’ve seen the seedier side of your senselessness, Still from a distance we observe your defencelessness, and hence it is, A movement in the right direction, when we can make the proper connection, Sections, are getting sown up, I see all the children have grown up, so please like leave us alone but, We can’t be held responsible for your illogical behaviour, from the minor to the major, you never did us a favour, so how can you expect one in return?, sit listen and learn, to the concern of the darkest turn, turn of the darkest, so witness the way that we start this, spark this, heartless hearts of darkness mark this... point or geographical location, and it’s a painful situation that we’re facing, so please don’t be placing your perplexity next to the, despisers of that ecstasy, vexed we be, in the extreme, I believe it’s easy for you to understand what we mean when we be saying, We’re not gonna be laying, down all our principles, even if you’re paying we’re staying, True to the game that we’re now playing and ayeing, and furthermore, please observe an attitude that’s raw, or feel the power of words never heard before, We score, before we reach the goal, and I can see the keeper or the sleeper and he’s losing his hold, As was foretold by the four fold equation, so pay heed to the words of a dark persuasion, Staging things drastic, I asked if you backed it with tactics, check for the plastics……………… Chorus (to end) “Check the plastic, that’s what you waited for ain’t it?, pictures were painted before the scene was tainted we made it”
9.
Verse 1 Aaaaaaaahhhhh, fuck it, you got me started, although I never intended it, I ripped this apart from the start, before I mended it, ended it, ended it, yes but only at the ending, the style that I’m suspending’s like the money that I’m spending, Blending styles, rhymes, patterns and skills, that do more than pay the bills, they get me ever sweet record deals, I gots the feels plus the ever for the flavour, that I savour, what I gave you, was a step above the braver, and this groove was made to the specifications of the saviour, DJ Sheik, programs the beats, so that my style never waivers, If you want to do me favours, then back the fuck up off me, because although the groove moves softly, I have never been a softy, the featherweight that’s lofty, six foot dead, and I put heads to bed if I have to, but first like Blade, I works like a slave, to become the fucking master, I cast the first stone if it’s required, but I cannot be hired or bought or even caught short, that shit is tired, I’m wired to the maximum, on tracks I can’t relax ‘cos I’m, significant, magnificent, could never be took, shook, or handcuffed like a crook or a roughneck, because I get respect, that I must collect like a pay cheque, but wait yet, ‘cos forth from the shadows I must beckon, and yes talking about damage I know some of them don’t reckon, But believe me because I’m a fuck you up in a second, I’m wrecking, I’m wrecking, I’m, wrecking all that’s wreckable, but once it’s wrecked I rebuild with the skills that are collectable, detectable only in the better man, and never in the lesser man, I’ve told you before about the upper hand, understand, facts foregone by the falsehood, but maybe I do good, by speaking what I should, by speaking what I could and have done, So don’t fight the featherweight, or you’ll catch a fucking bad one... Chorus “Don’t Fight the Featherweight” Verse 2 It’s just another case of the hard rhymers, versus the part timers, or maybe the majors versus the minors, and I can rewind this to find this, listen to it with a fineness, because the wisdom is timeless, and I miss the point, only when it is like missable, evidence inadmissible, your weakness is dismissible, and typical of attitudes rebellious, you think you are compelling us, to do as you do, but I am telling this, the felonous behaviour is non – productive, simply destructive, and remember that I’m nothing to be fucked with, so uplift, the negative mentality from the centrality, and so swiftly, we get back to reality, in actuality, the architects and engineers are building piers to erase fears and wipe clean tears, here’s another penny for your thoughts, if we’d have controlled the whole, would the soul have been stolen or bought, I thought so, and so I taught so, and never got caught so, I had escaped from the law so, I show myself as the man that could slam a jam ah, But I still carry a baseball bat and I can still flex my grammar, I am the, One who might not look like much, but I’m still too much for you to touch, so get your hands off and such, and so on, I could go on giving you bait to take but wait, don’t fight the featherweight... Chorus “Don’t Fight the Featherweight” Verse 3 So let the featherweight continue, as soon as I’ve been through, the crates in which we keep the breaks that we dig through, I sting you with a style that’s unstoppable, undroppable, most probable and logical, topical and matter at hand are still the same, yet I refuse to take the blame for the pain of a situation insane, pursue me in vain, refrain from the impractical and always choose the tactical, Approach to a featherweight that hates the debates of snakes and states... yet sits and waits... for their mistakes are to fight featherweights... Chorus (to end)

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released February 10, 2016

Lyrics: Loire
DJ & Sound engineer: Sheik
Production: Hearts of Darkness
Remaster: Dook tha Looper
Photography: Pinky www.pinkyvision.com
Design: Martin Lovegrove
tracks 6-9 recorded at Fairview Studios by Danny Shackleton www.fairviewrecording.co.uk

Much thanks to:
Style Warrior www.suspect-packages.com/store/label/stylewarrior/
Dave the Ruf mcrblogs.co.uk/davetheruf/
Fila Brazillia filabrazillia.net
Pork Recordings en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pork_Recordings
Max Jung (Cool Fun) soundcloud.com/cool-fun
Heroes of UK Hip Hop heroesofukhiphop.blogspot.co.uk

also Martin Lovegrove, DJ Mark-One, Bullitnuts, Bloc, BT Sounds, Johnny B, Daniel Twigg, Grandad Tweds (keep digging) and Pelforth Brune without whom this would not have been possible.

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MC Loire from Manchester hooked up with DJ Sheik from Hull, together they formed Hearts of Darkness. Taking influence from Hip Hop icons such as: A Tribe called Quest, Souls of Mischief, Eric B & Rakim, Kool G Rap, Lord Finesse & DITC, they produce a unique Funk Jazz Hip Hop sound - A backline of rare breakbeats, loops and samples topped off with DJ scratching and dynamic vocal delivery. ... more

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