180g 12" vinyl at 33rpm with Obi strip
Including Liner notes by Masaaki Hara, Lyric translation
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Includes unlimited streaming of The Killing of Eugene Peeps
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Replica Mini LP-Style Sleeve CD with Obi strip
Including Liner notes by Masaaki Hara, and lyric translation
Shipping from Japan; limited quantities available from the US and UK
Includes unlimited streaming of The Killing of Eugene Peeps
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lyrics
Diesel
Days, months and hours pass by
Steady progressing
Ethos
See whilst them days, months and hours pass by
I’m steady progressing, knowing that these plans could reap off
Ethos
Diesel
Smoked paprika on the Jordan cap
Diesel off the rails again
I’m moving like a force of nature
On and off the tops
I burn up like a tinder box
Your blindsided by the blaze provided
When I torch the page up
Focused solely on my core progression
I’m cutting ties in order to survive when other’s failing
Investing shrewd until them shares plus the funds quadruple
Stocking up on precious metals ‘til the cupboards cave in
It was written way before the snapbacks and the fitted
Vocabulary spills I’m illest, turning dust to ashes
I cut the fabric most bespoke, tailor made to order
Been looping lines from early 99’s and tape recorders
Your product flat without the baking powder
This shit is self-raising, prophesised and H2O proof
Me and this mic’s like Barksdale and Stringer Bell
Your second tier to this Champions League, NFL
Remaining in that 50th percentile
The vocals is never docile
Forget the low brows,
I’m too dope
Grinding while these emperors in their new cloaks
Is unconscious to the facts
Hid under their noses, that’s another dosage
Sick notes: them hard hitting flows
Carl Froch’s and Klitschko’s, Mayweather’s and Joshua’s
Ford Coppola’s lost in this translation
I’m Hans Christian Anderson
Grimms’ Tales when the ink spills
Cus when all else fails I’m back in this attic
Linking up accurate grammars
To trap chapters in track form
Constructing a poem like it’s a trap door
20 deep, this music is my passport
Ya already know
Whilst them days, months and hours pass by
I’m steady progressing, waiting for these plans to reap off
Time you spend that no one else sees
Behind them closed doors
It’s what you build up in your own time
That’s now the ethos
Ten thousand hours more we’re climbing
Ten thousand hours plus we keep locked
From the ground up, for the long haul is now the ethos
From the ground up, to the long haul
Vast majority’s, you’re hooked up on them formulaic’s
Tried and tested methods,
I’m looking to crack those moulds
Keep the templates, but work within a vaster frame
Redundant emulators of respect
I’m looking past those goals
Whatever’s put down on the page or on the boards is raw
Territory’s unexplored and I record the molten lava
Golden ingots, scorching chariots of fire
I run the gauntlets for the chosen, carrying this torch
I’m tryna see beyond this deepest yonder
Reaching for that leap of faith
To speak without the sweeping statements
Cut away the rotten roots, alleviate the latents
Retain the purest and concise and separate the waves
Split this shit up into parts and pieces for marginal gains
Until the page is gushing ink like an artery vein
Still remain my own worst enemy, staring my reflection
Chasing ghosts that’s hid within them overtaking lanes
Protect my intellect property using coded rhetoric
Grandiose hyperbole, fly burgundy Nike stripes on the curve peak
Pied Piper of words, breathe life back in this corpse culture
Grand Wizard Mucha
Cus when all else fails I’m back in this attic
Linking up accurate grammars
To trap chapters in track form
Constructing a poem like it’s a trap door 20 deep, this music is my passport
Ya already know
And whilst them days, months and hours pass by
I’m steady progressing, waiting for these plans to reap off
Time you spend that no one else sees
Behind them closed doors
It’s what you build up in your own time
That’s now the ethos
Ten thousand hours more we’re climbing
Ten thousand hours plus we keep locked
From the ground up, for the long haul is now the ethos From the ground up, to the long haul
And whilst them days, months and hours pass by
I’m steady progressing, waiting for these plans to reap off
Time you spend that no one else sees
Behind them closed doors
It’s what you build up in your own time
That’s now the ethos
Ten thousand hours more we’re climbing
Ten thousand hours plus we keep locked
From the ground up, for the long haul is now the ethos
From the ground up, to the long haul
Diesel.
supported by 46 fans who also own “Paprika (Featuring Cappo)”
Like so many others, this came like a bolt out of the blue and, even though it's well before payday, I had to have this astonishing album on vinyl to prove it exists. The feel of the tunes makes me feel like the Impressions do, Curtis Mayfield, the big spaces and instinctive horns and stuff drifting in and out. Great grooves and I can see lots of ghosts nodding along to this with big smiles on their faces. At last! Anthony Cottrell