Raindropsbrainbox Songtext
von Solareye

How′m I meant tae bring the mufukn ruckus
When ma phone is a brick and ma car is a bucket?
And I only make a few duckets off a rhyming couplet
Fuck it. I'm sick of this circus
The world is run by sadists and fuckwits
That treat the planet like Begbie′s pint, pick it up and chuck it
Wait for it tae smash, then come up with some shit
Like 'no cunt leaves 'til we find oot what cunt done it′
If yi think protest song is long gone yir listening to the wrong songs
Another lazy pop song, snore, Zzzzz yawn
As predictable as a Vince Vaughan RomCom
And as welcome as a hot rock on a condom
Third-rate second hand rhymes need first aid (3,2,1...)
To you this astounding to me this is a Thursday
And I′m crabbit 'cause these rapper dons just rabbit on like Jessica
I′m rapid getting' nappers warm, who′s at it? Call the register


Haud on minute mate, what's the caffuffle?
Goonie emcees are shaking like the truffle shuffle
With their feathers ruffled, come on Columbo
See if yi can detect why I′m being less than humble
Everything on ma to-do list got ticked
Tock tick I'm toxic like a broken clock is
You're in a ′daydream′, kick, push, Hook paves the path folks
While you're all stuck in this loop based fiasco
Check ma résumé – I′ve been trouble since the test tube mate
Venting rage on stage since I was a young wan wi' a swedgered face
Let me get this straight - you can set the date
And we can play a game of who′s the greatest reprobate
I'm not bragging but back when rappers were all aggy, knuckle dragging and toe-taggin′
I was patching fashions, fuck a reaction
I took a second to stand back an'
Now it everybody's jumping on the bandwagon

I write ma raps wi a chisel and a breezeblock
Sweetie rappers speak flawed junk that makes their teeth rot
Green with no edge, all from the same pea pod
I′d say please god but the would require that I believe boss
We′re living in a state of emergency: nee naw nee naw nee naw nee naw
Who me? naw
I'm in ma garden wi′ a wee hauf, bumping Leaf Dog
Try' ae teach ma neighbour′s three dogs tae beatbox
What's up famalam? It′s yir mammy's man
Welcome to hypocrisy in a drama-filled land
Where an upstanding man can get a lap dance
Then complain 'cause a woman fed her baby from a mammary gland
I′m still rapping – what′s the chances? It's all fine and dandy
Still rocking holes in ma sannies
I′m still here. Still kicking rhymes for yir mammy
Still pioneering new ways of calling yehs aw fannies

I've got raindrops filling up in ma brainbox