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Welcome to the field of dreams
Sat on the grass sipping on green
I’m tryna find peace in the poems and beats
Fuck sake, I feel my hayfever building up
Eyes watering, non-stop sneezing, it’s getting peak
I see a beanie walking right past me
I clocked her before, as she run in them tight shorts
Eye contact forcing smiles, showing politeness
Preeing, letting my thoughts run wild
Work on your fitness and maybe you can hit this ting
Words form my conscience, don’t feed her nonsense
Went home, started doing a couple yoga stretches
Building up my confidence and now I’m on it
My next visit to the park involves shooting my shot
But no sweaty goals though the competition hot
Can’t start now, only result in getting mocked
Pressures on now
You shouldn’t have bragged to your whole block
You are mine
I am yours
We roll together
Along the shore
Surround by the grapevine
They war take sides
Us against them, demonised by the lies
Fabricated news what they like to write
’88 Flavor Flav told you “Don’t Believe The Hype”
Family, schools, workplace, spread it the worst way
Burning bridges, ‘till the point where fingers touch flames
See scars like the death of Mufasa
Let them fall of the cliff or get thrown into the harbour
Every story has starters, discuss it over dinner
But we falling out after, I ain’t ready for drama
Stop interrogating, I ain’t giving answers
Make a nigga run more miles than Mo Farah
My ears sick of this shit, don’t wanna eavesdrop
Always feed you with the information that they got
I’d rather keep it unknown to my knowledge
But if I’m part of their evil plan, I’m making their plans stop
You are mine
I am yours
We roll together
Along the shore
You are mine
I am yours
We roll together
Along the shore
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Yeah
Feeling trapped so I need to go outside
Can’t take no more, need to get out there
Time passing by, where the hell did we go wrong?
Not that I’m complaining
New World Order
No time for complaining, now we gotta face it
New World Order
NWO
It’s a no, yeah
Can’t go back, no rewind
People feeling so sad
‘Cos they’re inside
I’m not paranoid
Been inside for 2 months
I’m not overjoyed
Maybe I should go hop in a
Fast car, NASCAR
Race off, let it ride
Drag race, outer space
To the stars, what a sight
Team rocket blasting off again (Uh)
I don’t know where to begin (Uh)
Got to go and call your friends (uh)
Going outside
Don’t know which way to go
People been hiding true colours, now they show
I’m going far from home
Maybe it’s time to live life on the road
Satellites tell me where to go
Which direction I don’t know
It’s hard to see with no light in my way
I’m holding on for a better day
Yeah
Feeling trapped so I need to go outside
Can’t take no more, need to get out there
Time passing by, where the hell did we go wrong?
Not that I’m complaining
New World Order
No time for complaining, now we gotta face it
New World Order
NWO
It’s a no, yeah
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No I’m not playin’
I’m just havin’ fun
Don’t hear what they sayin’
Hear what I done
All these numbers on phone, yeah
With no one to call
No one to call
No I’m not cursing
I’ve just had enough
No need for reversing
You wanna be tough
All these numbers on my phone yeah
With no one call
No one to call
I know I look different
What’s it to you
You hate for a reason
What you ‘xpect me to do
All these numbers on my phone yeah
With no one to call
I know you say you’re sorry
And that’s alright
Don’t wanna look crazy
so I won’t cause a fight
But all these numbers on my phone yeah
With no one to call
And I pray
And I pray
For you to rescue me
For you rescue me
I don’t wanna be alone
Don’t wanna be alone oh
In this lonely world
No I’m not asking
I beg you to stay
I plead with your mother
You still walk away
These numbers on my phone yeah
No one to call
I just asked a question
Did you even think
About all the times
That I saved your dick
All these numbers on my phone yeah
Erased erased erased
If you really cared
You’d stay on the line
Waiting for me
I know mental health
Isn’t on your mind
All these numbers on my phone yeah
Erased erased
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Dalvin October, there's only one me
Ain't my fault that your girl’s on me
Big batty girl and her hair on fleek
I ride solo but it's 5-man deep
Man claim that they trapped, then talk to police
People wanna hate, hating on me
Mum everyday, praying for me
Peng girl, peng girl - shake it for me, like!
You man are wet, in by the street light
Buy mum a yard by the seaside
I had big dreams, from knee high
Leave a legacy behind before I die
I can’t call it quits, I gotta live right
I don't do road, can't afford to lose time
Gotta take my time nothing comes overnight
To be the boss, you gotta pay the price
Yeah
My broski is a roadman
His Dad is in a jail, fam
His cousin is in the grave, man
I don’t wanna be a roadman
My broski is a roadman
His Dad is in a jail, fam
His cousin is in the graaaaveeeee
I don’t wanna be a roadman
My broski is a roadman
His Dad is in a jail, fam
His cousin is in the grave, man
I don’t wanna be a roadman
My broski is a roadman
His Dad is in a jail, fam
His cousin is in the graaaaveeeee
I don’t wanna be a roadman
I don’t wanna be a roadman no more
When you get bread, everyone wants a slice y'know
Soon hear me on the radio
Real talent gonna get exposed
I'm addicted, every time you listen
On a mission, won't catch me slipping
Tell the youngens have a vision
Free my mandem in the prison
I pray there mindset is different
Where I come from it's vicious
Man will eat you up for school dinners
I ain't perfect, we all sinners
Look myself in the mirror
In the studio I deliver
Hey Justin, don’t cry me a river
My broski is a roadman
His Dad is in a jail, fam
His cousin is in the grave, man
I don’t wanna be a roadman
My broski is a roadman
His Dad is in a jail, fam
His cousin is in the graaaaveeeee
I don’t wanna be a roadman
My broski is a roadman
His Dad is in a jail, fam
His cousin is in the grave, man
I don’t wanna be a roadman
My broski is a roadman
His Dad is in a jail, fam
His cousin is in the graaaaveeeee
I don’t wanna be a roadman
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If you feel me
And you want this
Would you help me
Create the fire
Cos Inside me and inside you
There‘s a passion, there’s an anger
And its burning.. it’s burning up
I feel your passion I feel your anger
Cos It’s burning... it’s burning up
You feel my passion You feel my anger
I don’t wanna hide it no more
(Hide it no more)
I don’t wanna betray your love
(Betray your love)
Let me burnya
Let me burnya
Let me burnya
Let me burnya
We’ve been here before
Tell me what you wanna do differently
Shout my name
I can hear you from across the distance
Who you wanna be when you’re with me
Where you wanna go now we’re levitating
In the air, we’re running in the air
‘Cos I can hear you from across the distance
Who you wanna be when you’re with me
Where you wanna go now we’re levitating
In the air
And its burning.. it’s burning up
I feel your passion I feel your anger
Cos It’s burning... it’s burning up
You feel my passion You feel my anger
I can hear you from across the distance
Who you wanna be when you’re with me
Where you wanna go now we’re levitating
In the air, we’re running in the air
Baby, it’s always up to you
But I don’t wanna feel immune
I wanna know it’s true
I wanna burn for you
I don’t wanna hide it no more
(Hide it no more)
I don’t wanna betray your love
(Betray your love)
Let me burnya
Let me burnya
Let me burnya
Let me burnya
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Finding control in the chaos
We enterin' in that state
That’s tough for me to get to
Stayed hard, brick layers - now that's true
Walk in the door, right in is the best move
There is no secrets on how you gotta get through
Bet you, I’ll do it all over again
Make sure they’ll never forget you
But when its all over and the darkness
Covers and smothers
They comin’ to get you
A glimpse of the day I live
Snapshots, pictures of the pain
I feel it, the creeks
Skip a step, step, repeat
It's scary
So I’m covered in sheets
Weak? Nah, thats weak!
Reak, of coward lacks power
Get up from the bed
Block it out delete
Stick to what I said, get this man on his feet
Ain't no time to retreat
Front lines
I keep on huffin; n’ puffin'
Losing faith like it's something
I hold it barely with nothing
This shit is burning like ovens
It gets scary when love and death
Combine in combustion
Cause the fire to come and
Sit inside of my stomach
Ignite the light with dynamite
And try to fight it with all that I got
I won’t stop
Get my legs up n’ runnin’
Punch, weave, bop and duckin’
And then it uppercuts me
My lights out, but it ain't time
Sleep is his cousin
Struck it, the dirt
I rub it on my face, it burns
The memories
To my soul is the flame
It's all we got to remember
Flashes of the days
We once lived
Shit
It's corrupted my brain
I cant go back
No glasses I cant look at
This is like a bad trip
I cancelled that
Ain't a fan of that
So I pass the time
Stay busy
Remember that I’m on the front line
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Watch the mixtape visualiser here:
youtu.be/ltDBLeidKY0
’95 To Contra’ (the title of which is an homage to Souls Of Mischief’s 1993 hip-hop classic ’93 Til Infinity’) is the new Contradusk mixtape featuring various rappers and singers including SnowBeats, R|P, Zelly One, Carole K, Junior Caesar, PianWooo and upcoming talents including Vivid Black, Burdi, I N D E, Dalvin October and Yomz.
The project originated from a batch of instrumental hip-hop beats that I originally intended to sell, however after some reflection I decided to compile my favourite instrumentals and search for features myself to craft my very own hip-hop masterpiece.
All proceeds will be donated to
www.theredcard.org.
released November 6, 2020
Official front sleeve art by Harry Bedford, edits by Contradusk.
J-Card, reverse sleeve, credits and inlay art by Contradusk.
All music composed, arranged, mixed, produced and mastered by Michael S. Yelland / Contradusk. *
* Mixed and mastered 9th August 2020 - 1st September 2020 by Contradusk.
© 2020 Duskface Recordings. All rights reserved.
