Mar Kel the Badbelly Evil In The Club Lyrics
UndergroundHH now brings you a very different strain of UK hip hop, Mar Kel The Badbelly has been creating a mixture of Modern Blues and Beats creating an extremely engrossing style of hip hop. Having being based in South Wales Kel relocated to Southampton and soon became a regular at the Open Mic Nights, if we were going to compare him to anyone it would definitely be Sage Francis, both of these emcees can engross you in a story through rhyme with ease. We're going to plug one of his tracks titled 'Evil In The Club', a track about a street artist / serial killer combo.
You can find more from Mar Kel The Badbelly over on his official Soundcloud page.
Mar Kel the Badbelly - Evil in the Club
Lyrics
- Illustrations pouring from a unstable mind
- All sketched out on A4 paper that's lined
- Never touching the margins he needs room for errors
- Never signing his work leaving no trace of his terrors
- I bet you think he has control.
- But he's drawing things he's more than capable
- Sharpening his pencils or sharpening his tools
- Both have no choice but to play by his rules
- Drawing or slicing the (beautiful) curves of her body
- A simple street artist with darkest of hobbies
- Erasing all his errors using razors on mistakes
- All captured in sketches with mementos kept safe
- Don't need stencils these parts are for real
- Why settle for a likeness when he can just steal
- Everything he needed just to get by
- And not even heaven knows why...
- Where ever you're going he's gonna be there with you
- Whatever his mind drawing its gonna involve you
- You don't even know there's
- evil in this club now
- You wont even notice there's evil in this club
- painting with a palette that's even more real
- its not just the essence he's trying to steal
- always moving onwards never in the same place
- never needs a picture to see the girls face
- cleaning his brushes or polishing his knives.
- loves the living arts but he's claiming lives
- The gallery of beauties full of sorrowful crimes
- with a stench so thick to gag anyones cries
- stroking her hair that no longer grows
- in the club door way he's curling his toes
- excited at the prospect of creating his art
- Befriending a victim is just the start
- looking for innocence hidden in a face
- a cute little tattoo in a secret place
- or legs so long they could kick the sky
- And not even heaven knows why
- Where ever you're going he's gonna be there with you
- Whatever his mind drawing its gonna involve you
- You don't even know there's
- evil in this club now
- You wont even notice there's evil in this club
- Bass thumping. The crowed jumping
- done all the work to make the ice broken
- Its a simple selection of the demise of fittest
- Mental plans drawn to ensure no witness
- Invisible in the crowd, buying a drink or 2
- Circle the dance floor for a clearer view
- Sweat dripping from a body, these urges cause pain
- They all so beautiful and will die in vain
- long legs, long hair, dark skin or white
- drops in a drink to ease the fight
- approach so smooth so not to cause alarm
- I'm that simple street artist that means no harm
- small talk of but big plans "where you're going in life"
- I'll make you famous by the end of night
- Your name in every paper and every channel TV
- I've got a way special kind of way to capture your beauty
- Imagine it think of it, the centre of attention
- 24 hours day and not to mention
- all the camera flashing just to see bit of you
- This is the power i can bestow on you
- See me as a god, a giver of life
- Just a small sacrifice under the knife
- using what you've been given that makes the others cry
- and not even heaven knows why
