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Split Prophets are one of the most exciting up and coming groups currently progressing in the hip hop scene, the group consists of over 10 members from emcees to producers, all hailing from the south west.
Split Prophets first release is titled 'Scribbled Thoughts' and is an immaculate album which has left its mark on the scene, instantly gaining views and fans. Every emcee hs a unique and very versatile flow which will capture your imagination and if you want a lively boombap head banger there's no one greater. Their release has also been produced and mastered by Badhabits who forms part of the legendary Krate Krusaders.
Scribbled Thoughts features a total of 11 tracks and their debut single is titled 'Two Kids', which is a classic example of the talent in the group. The subject matter which they rap about consists of life in todays britain, struggeling and not to mention a couple of head bangers any hip hop head would love.
The album is available for free download from their offical bandcamp page, however they do allow you to specify a price in which you can buy the album for, I highly recommend not being a cheap skate here and supporting these guys.
Check out the release on their offical Bandcamp Page.
Drop Of Poison by Split Prophets
Drop Of Poison Lyrics
- I like my town
- With a little drop of poison
- Nobody knows
- They're lining up to go insane
- Yeah, Yo, Yo
- It's just another day without a dollar
- I'm praying out to God, but
- He ain't listening to what I'm saying when I holler
- I'm trying to do my music and be making money proper
- But I don't want to sell my soul to snakes wearing collars
- Be a victim of the industry; get raped for my honour
- Want to make it look like I'm getting famous and hotter
- I'd rather do it my own way and do it proper
- Learn to work hard 'til I'm a scholar
- Yeah, sometimes I don't live right
- I get drunk and hit guys
- Terrorise people wearing their jeans skin-tight
- Naughty by nature so at times that's how I live life
- I forget to think right then wonder why it brings fights
- But still, deep down inside, I know I should think right
- Develop my skill until it goes from big to king-size
- I hope you're prepared; I'm here without an invite
- Giving you an insight on how the fuck I live life
- I like my town
- With a little drop of poison
- Nobody knows
- They're lining up to go insane
- Come check my ways, there's breys with crazed faces
- Jakies, fakes, racists, rapists, Babe [?]
- Laces make chases, chases stay hating
- Blazing days waste to tame by brain raging
- It's like we're trained to make our days wages
- Plates get scraped stainless breys will blaze vagrant
- Blades and aim flamers, taking change changes
- Fuck their wars, it's fraud to make papers
- Corpses stain pavements, courts'll frame cases
- Ought to make payments, playing the same game as
- The people stood in front of them, criminals run this country
- Men and women working under them, feels like I'm under ten
- Thousand tons of pressure so I burn the pain to nothingness
- Ain't nothing better when you're stressing, getting wet in the weather
- Depressed and letting it wreck ya
- You gotta keep your head straight, stay awake, and never let up
- I like my town
- With a little drop of poison
- Nobody knows
- They're lining up to go insane
- Yo, we jam in places where there's piggies always close by
- Never keep a closed eye in case a copper roll by
- Trying to claim we stole bikes, then search us with those old lies
- You've got no lives; fuck off, piggie, go die (ha)
- Try to confiscate my weed and my spraypaint
- Take my name, age, and address to do a [?]
- Mate, it's a crazed state where the papers made many wage slates
- Save pennies, make change is my motto, cotched in the grotto with a bottle
- And a big ziggie lurking round in the shadows of sin city
- Brisk, often shitty, it's grimy, grim, gritty
- Where police show no pity for kiddies – [the kiddie's witty]
- Sick kids will stick you with shivs for six guineas
- Yeah, shit, really, but I love it, though
- Spit a bit of poison on these dirty roads, bro, then I'm running home
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