WALKING UNDER STARS LYRICS

THE THIRST PT. 4 FEAT. AARADHNA

(M.Lambert/ D.Smith/ B. Francis/J. Bartlett/ P. Bartlett) Sony/ATV. Produced by SIXFOUR. Aaradhna appears courtesy of Dawn Raid Entertainment. String arrangements by SIXFOUR. String arrangements performed by Source Strings (Niki Vasilkas, Imants Larsens, Leah Zweck, Ewen Bramble). Sound design by Scott Illingworth. Scratches by DJ Debris. Recorded at Take Away Studios.

Verse: Pressure

We’re still here, ain’t leaving, built here, late evening,
Marched till the sun was down and felt this landscape breathing,
A blurred line came between them,
Yo I don’t know if I’m chasing dreams or escaping demons?
Though it’s sign when you’re loaded on the road all the time,
Woke up to find I was at home and didn’t know it was mine,
Sobered up fine, took it slower, know what’s blowing my mind?
Had a baby boy to focus my devotion and time,
Now my hands tied man this life don’t get easier,
My Nan died, older son got Leukaemia,
World spinning like poltergeist, try take my own advice,
And transfer this anguish to my only vice,
Took a breather when I knew it was a problem,
To take a look and see if something beautiful could blossom,
And find some time to release this record,
But sometimes sunshine’s when you least expect it,
That love you got for me, for real I’m humbled honestly,
It still make me feel like I hit the fucking lottery,
We steel up a fist, to fill the abyss,
My friends it gets no realer than this,
We just continue on,
Two years, one album nothing left, just writing these songs,
Continue on,
No apologies, my whole discography been writing my wrongs

Chorus: Aaradhna

We arrive in the night,
We come alive in the night,
Strip the sky of its colour,
We’ll run the expanse in the absence of light,
Walking under stars we breathe the night,
Walking under stars we breathe the night,
Walking under stars we breathe the night,
Walking under stars we breathe the night,
Walking under stars we breathe the night,
Walking under stars we breathe the night

WALKING UNDER STARS

(M. Lambert/D.Smith/B. Francis/A. Burford) Sony/ATV. Produced by One Above. Scratches by DJ Debris. Recorded at Take Away Studios & Suffering City Studios.

Chorus

Till the dawn is slung from the morning sun,
Imma crawl through these streets,
Imma walk under stars, fall in and out of bars,
Till I fall to my knees,
Till the dawn is slung from the morning sun,
Imma crawl through these streets,
Imma walk under stars, fall in and out of bars,
Till I fall to my knees,
And we say hey now,
Hey, hey, hey now,
Hey now,
Hey, hey, hey now

Verse 1: Pressure

Check, I’m either in or out,
Ain’t got time could sit around trying to find a middle ground,
I gotta live and not exist,
Problem is there’s not a gift offered if there wasn’t risk,
I went from poor to invested and stressed on tour,
Wrestling the lessons these questions bore,
If can’t feel it right now, what’s the effort for?
Don’t wanna build a light house on an empty shore,
See I can shoot the breeze but can’t do it for free,
Cause who are we if I don’t make this fucking music for me?
And it aint about the fame or bout recouping a fee,
But either way that’s time away from the two kids I feed,
Caught in between, any day your fortune can swing,
And you don’t wanna be a jester in a court full of kings,
We set our own pace to the race we’re running in,
And celebrate what we put out, not what’s coming in

Chorus

Till the dawn is slung from the morning sun,
Imma crawl through these streets,
Imma walk under stars, fall in and out of bars,
Till I fall to my knees,
Till the dawn is slung from the morning sun,
Imma crawl through these streets,
Imma walk under stars, fall in and out of bars,
Till I fall to my knees,
And we say hey now,
Hey, hey, hey now,
Hey now,
Hey, hey, hey now

Verse 2: Suffa

I lay down my bars in the bars where I lay down,
Till I’m barred by the barmaid, hey I stay ‘round,
A barfly, barhopping, bars like a playground,
Debris’s like a barber, he cuts in the fade out,
Hey now,
We had plans and breakdowns laid out,
But Lennon said better than Suffa ever can,
Life’s what happens when you’re busy making other plans,
Pushed back plans like Jesse Pinkman’s hairline,
The way some reacted that caught me unprepared I,
Had friends throw darts, fuck crew like that,
Man they broke my heart, but through my back,
But success is the best revenge so I guess,
That I’ve had a lot of vengeance then, yo I’m blessed,
And apologising for being so fresh,
Is like Napoleon writing, excuse my French?
And a tiger don’t apologise for being tiger,
A Kaiser don’t apologize to a miser,
Man imma wear the night sky like a cape,
And add a jewel to my crown every time that you hate,
So hate on little man hate on,
Cause they raze every stage they on,
Until they say my name in all capital cities,
And they spell my name in all capitals please rap it all with me it goes

Chorus

Till the dawn is slung from the morning sun,
Imma crawl through these streets,
Imma walk under stars, fall in and out of bars,
Till I fall to my knees,
Till the dawn is slung from the morning sun,
Imma crawl through these streets,
Imma walk under stars, fall in and out of bars,
Till I fall to my knees,
And we say hey now,
Hey, hey, hey now,
Hey now,
Hey, hey, hey now

COSBY SWEATER

(M. Lambert/ D. Smith/ B. Francis/ D. Christopholus/ J. Kelman) Sony/ATV. Produced by Suffa for Suffering City Productions. Contains excerpts from ‘Save My Soul’ written by Demetrius Christopholus, Johnny Kelman and published by Kassner Associated Publishers Limited / Cherry Red Songs Administered by Downtown Music Publishing, LLC. Used by permission. All rights reserved. This Track contains a sample of the recording ‘Save My Soul’ as performed by Wimple Winch, courtesy of Fontana/UME. Scratches by DJ Debris. Recorded at Take Away Studios & Suffering City Studios.

Verse 1: Pressure

Watch me do my thing get,
Lost into my scene yeah,
Hot like New Orleans in,
Cosby crew and jeans yeah,
They’re not awakened, stare a lot and vacant,
Living in conditions of the modern matrix,
Only bare arms when I’m proper naked,
Only point I made with a bullet was on paper,
Ain’t here to fight some dude or fuck around with his spouse,
Rather light your mood and burn it down with the house,
Till your hype from the groove on account of the bounce,
And looking like Tom Cruise, up and down on a couch,
Status never mattered ever act however,
Like Christine Aguilera just let yourself go,
Mad at Pressure, an endeavour that is better left,
Pristine track and record to let you all know,
That we would be Kings even homeless,
Building these kingdoms our own just,
Slap a rapper like Solange Knowles,
Till they’re gathering they no longer matter like a black hole

Bridge

And it’s all good,
And it’s all good,
And it’s all good,
And it’s all good

Chorus

I feel like Bobby Fischer,
Always four moves ahead of,
My competition listen,
They ain’t gonna stop me ever,
I feel as large as Biggie,
Swear it could not get better,
I feel in charge like Biggie,
Wearing that Cosby Sweater,
Wearing that Cosby Sweater,
Wearing that Cosby Sweater,
Wearing that Cosby Sweater,
Wearing that Cosby Sweater

Verse 2: Suffa

Imma step up every chance when I rumble,
They’ll all call me champ of the jungle, it’s fitting,
Imma get drunk and dance like your uncle,
Till I’m all hands like your uncle, I’m kidding
The venomous inventor when I enter then it’s over,
When I’m spitting venom I’m as generous as Oprah,
You get a scar, you get a scar, you get a scar,
Me? Drunk in the back of a rental car,
Pat Benatar brah, love’s a battlefield,
Here to get you out your seat like a battle drill,
I’m in the saddle still, a little saddle sore,
Smash you out the stratosphere, flashy as matador,
When I’m dressed like Theo’s dad,
In a Coogi listening to Kool G Rap,
I won’t beat around the bush like a seventies porn,
I’ll make you wish that you’d never been born and it’s all good

Bridge

And it’s all good,
And it’s all good,
And it’s all good,
And it’s all good

Chorus

I feel like Bobby Fischer,
Always four moves ahead of,
My competition listen,
They ain’t gonna stop me ever,
I feel as large as Biggie,
Swear it could not get better,
I feel in charge like Biggie,
Wearing that Cosby Sweater,
Wearing that Cosby Sweater,
Wearing that Cosby Sweater,
Wearing that Cosby Sweater,
Wearing that Cosby Sweater

Verse 3: Pressure & Suffa

Take a ride on the wild side of this alley,
We can fire up the night like Prince Harry,
Fuck the high life we can vibe like,
We got white lines hanging from behind like we’re just married,
I’ll turn the art form in a blood sport,
And make pea soup outta of a pea brain
They wanna run these streets like parkour?
I’d rather run these tracks like a steam train

Chorus

I feel like Bobby Fischer,
Always four moves ahead of,
My competition listen,
They ain’t gonna stop me ever,
I feel as large as Biggie,
Swear it could not get better,
I feel in charge like Biggie,
Wearing that Cosby Sweater,
Wearing that Cosby Sweater,
Wearing that Cosby Sweater,
Wearing that Cosby Sweater,
Wearing that Cosby Sweater,
Wearing that Cosby Sweater,
Wearing that Cosby Sweater

THE ART OF THE HANDSHAKE

(M. Lambert/D. Smith/B. Francis/D. Van Vliet) Sony/ATV. Produced by Suffa for Suffering City Productions. Contains excerpts from ‘25th Century Quaker’ written by Don Van Vliet and published by EMI Unart Catalog Inc/ Karma Sutra Music Inc (BMI). Used By Permission. All Rights Reserved. This track contains excerpts from ‘ 25th Century Quaker’ performed by Captain used courtesy of Sony Music Entertainment. Voice-overs by Dave Pettitt. Scratches by DJ Debris. Recorded at Take Away Studios & Suffering City Studios.

Voice-over: Dave Pettitt

Golden Era Records in conjunction with Hilltop Hoods proudly presents ‘The Art of the Handshake’.

Verse 1: Suffa

I used to wake up, bathroom, face-wash, cartoons,
Ma Dukes, far too smart to start to,
Talk to this awful swine with a score to,
Settle with the world, whose only crime is that it bores you,
Walked to the train it was covered from the floor to,
Ceiling in graff and stickers, up back no ticket,
Can’t afford to, life off the payroll,
Lye rolled up made my eyes and my brain roll,
Headphones wrapped like a vine ‘round my Kangol,
Walked like a Bengal Tiger, and the train rolled,
And the train rolled, and the train rolled, and the train rolled on,
Then I was stopped by these two cops who got mad rude,
I’m like ‘What? There’s not a whole lot that you can do’,
Then whop-bop-a-lu-a-whop-bam-boo,
Next stop, what have you got? The whole damn crew,
So I grabbed ‘em by the wrist, then switched to a grip thumbs,
Flipped then we clicked then we finished with a fist bump,
This chump, tried to get cute with me and diss us,
About the handshake, I said man wait

Chorus

There used to be a time like way before this song,
When all the handshakes were like twenty seconds long,
And they just went, and they just went,
And they just went, and they just went on,
There used to be a time like way before this song,
When all the handshakes were like twenty seconds long,
And they just went, and they just went,
And they just went, and they just went on

Voice-over: Dave Pettitt

The handshake is thought to have developed as a gesture to demonstrate that neither party at an encounter is carrying a weapon or poses a threat.
Over hundreds of years this simple act has developed into a sometimes-complex ritual and a way to convey status, mutual affiliations or just plain respect.

Verse 2: Pressure

I used to wake on a Saturday, play in the matinee,
Game, get faded on the train down to Adelaide,
Headphones playing looking out at fresh painted walls,
Rakim saying we about to get paid in full,
My man entered, cap and black sweater,
Jacks get all up on a fella that act clever,
Train tracks were graffed with back-to-back letters,
But we came to rap and that was back when a,
DJ would supply the wax stage had a lino mat,
Place full of writers in a Raiders or a Giants cap,
Casing with minors, crates are piled by the back,
We’ll break in in time to hit the stage and freestyle attack,
Walk in like I’m possessed by the beat mix,
Clean kicks, full of more hot air than a phoenix,
Move right away to my crew side of stage,
Nothing new but this groove how we do night and day,
Bring it back; no high five shit is wack,
We’re bringing that old side-to-side, finger snap,
Fist poke, stop and lock, just don’t stop the rock,
Look away handshake body pop

Chorus

There used to be a time like way before this song,
When all the handshakes were like twenty seconds long,
And it just went, and it just went,
And it just went, and it just went on,
There used to be a time like way before this song,
When all the handshakes were like twenty seconds long,
And it just went, and it just went,
And it just went, and it just went on

Voice-over: Dave Pettitt

Not all cultures consider a firm handshake as a sign of respect; in fact a grip that’s too tight can often be considered as offensive.
Scientists at the University of Manchester, taking into account twelve different variables, developed a mathematical formula for the handshake to which people would be the most receptive.

Chorus

There used to be a time like way before this song,
When the DJ cut the record right,
Cut the record right, cut the record right,
Cut the record right, cut the record right,
There used to be a time like way before this song,
When the DJ cut the record right,
Cut the record right, cut the record right,
Cut the record right, cut the record right

LIVE & LET GO FEAT. BROTHER ALI & MAVERICK SABRE

(M. Lambert/D. Smith/B. Francis/A. Burford/ A. Newman/M. Stafford) Sony/ATV. Produced by One Above. “Brother Ali appears courtesy of Rhymesayers Entertainment and published by Nafsin Waheedah Music (ASCAP). Maverick Sabre appears courtesy of Vigin EMI Records Recorded at Redbull Studios London (Daniel Trachtenberg) & New York (Keith Parry).

Intro: Maverick Sabre

All these days I’ve been broken and hopeless and I,
And I don’t feel like I’m coping, I’m hoping that I,
That I can live and let go, so I can get through it,
Yeah I can live and let go, so I can get through this

Verse 1: Suffa

You know that pain can hang in the air like cigarette smoke right?
Sometimes trying to live and let go,
Is like trying to talk with a mouth full of cinnamon though,
I’m trying to crawl out the skin I’m in so,
I can see through the eyes of a loved one, eyes of an enemy,
Rising above sometimes takes a pedigree,
That I fear that I don’t possess,
And turns hope into hopelessness, but I won’t regress,
Won’t let life wear me down,
Staring down as the travellers all rush past,
Some part their weary brow,
And wear a frown like a handlebar moustache,
So I live by forgive and forget,
Rather that than to live with regret, it’s like living with debt,
It’s a weight that’ll curve your spine,
Living with hurt’s like serving time

Chorus: Maverick Sabre

All these days I’ve been broken and hopeless and I,
And I don’t feel like I’m coping, I’m hoping that I,
That I can live and let go, so I can get through it,
Yeah I can live and let go, so I can get through this

Verse 2: Brother Ali

I pay homage to obstacles,
The thin line between honor and horrible,
The healing heart knows the eyes must overflow,
Tears clear the windows that guard the soul,
Now the let the water flow, you can scrub the mud out of your land,
The blood out of your hands,
But you’ve still got to cleanse the heart that’s trying to beat inside,
And it’s only purified by the tears you cry,
You can fight all the devils and slay them,
But if you’re made hard at the days end then they win,
There’s only one force that can solve all this,
I want the warm heart that we all start with,
Sometimes we march out ball our fist,
I will give it all up but my softness,
You will never invade my holy place,
I let the tears dry on my face

Chorus: Maverick Sabre

All these days I’ve been broken and hopeless and I,
And I don’t feel like I’m coping, I’m hoping that I,
That I can live and let go, so I can get through it,
Yeah I can live and let go, so I can get through this

Verse 3: Pressure

If these walls could talk they’d sing a sombre song,
And if we’re stronger from this road that goes on and on,
We wear scarring like armour made of problems from,
Void of feeling, time’s ticking sitting on a bomb,
So disengaged hope in us fades,
Reaching out but the dark take our focus away,
This roads paved by the brave without knowing the way,
Don’t stray bro they didn’t build Rome in a day,
And I don’t need to satisfy a ceaseless appetite,
Just to feel at peace or gratified,
If we don’t reach for the stars only reach for satellite,
We’ll live in faded colour and dream in black and white,
I know our demons walk among us,
But struggles something that we do not something to becomes us,
So let go of the of all the suffering and hurt,
Yo unless we ball it up and we burst

Maverick Sabre: Bridge

So I can get through this, so I can get through this,
So I can get through this, so I can get through this

Chorus: Maverick Sabre

Yeah all these days I’ve been broken and hopeless and I,
And I don’t feel like I’m coping, and I’m hoping that I,
That I can live and let go, so I can get through it,
So I can live and let go, so I can get through this
So I can get through this, so I can get through this,
So I can get through this, so I can get through this,
So I can live and let go, so I can get through this,
So I can live and let go, so I can get through this

PYRAMID BUILDING

(M. Lambert/D. Smith/B. Francis/P. Davis/M. Kitcat) Sony/ATV. Produced by Suffa for Suffering City Productions. Contains excerpts from ‘The Dream’ written by Paul Davis, Martin Kitcat and published by Unichappell Music Inc (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved. This track contains a sample of the recording ‘The Dream’ as performed by Gracious, courtesy of UME/UK. String arrangements by Jamie Messenger. String arrangements performed by the Zephyr Quartet (Belinda Gehlert, Emily Tulloch, Jason Thomas, Hilary Kleinig). Recorded at Take Away Studios & Suffering City Studios.

Verse 1: Pressure

So they say, a man can be wealthy,
With no money in the bank if he’s lucky he can thank his family’s healthy,
And a man can be empty, in a mansion with plenty,
Of rooms, none of which he could fill with happier memories,
And if just the two of us had shelter, food and love,
I’d leave our debts, free of stress, content that you enough,
Obsession and possession’s we’re destined to erupt,
I can’t spend them where we’re heading through death and to the dust,
Even so we keep it moving working through till we’re old,
Truly evolved to consumers in pursuit of our goals,
On a quest for improvement but we losing control,
Digging for gold, hit bottom, test human resolve,
We got credit, lenders, debit, vendors, savings and cheques,
But only thing we spend is a life escaping the debt,
You bet I’d trade it for complacence and a place I can rest,
And that’s enough if I’m paid in respect

Chorus

The more I want then the less I’m free,
So when I see everything I’ve got,
That’s enough for me, that’s enough for me,
That’s enough for me it’s all I need,
The more I want then the less I’m free,
So when I see everything I’ve got,
That’s enough for me, that’s enough for me,
That’s enough for me it’s all I need

Verse 2: Suffa

You could write a cheque for a private jet and you could,
Fly with your private chef but excess don’t,
Equal success, and ain’t nothing that I respect,
A billionaire could die a violent death for all I care,
They’re pyramid building, while little kids,
Children, are literally chilling, and I ain’t against the,
White picket fence but, why must we let the wiry spectre of greed,
In our lives and start vying for cheddar? Lying to debtors,
Grinding but dying, and tiring of lectures,
Trying to better our lives we endeavour,
A sheep in the wild with the lions and leopards
And finding a shepherd to guide through the weather,
And bind us together’s like trying to get to,
A light in the sky, but we’re flying forever,
And never getting anywhere I sigh like whatever

Chorus

The more I want then the less I’m free,
So when I see everything I’ve got,
That’s enough for me, that’s enough for me,
That’s enough for me it’s all I need,
The more I want then the less I’m free,
So when I see everything I’ve got,
That’s enough for me, that’s enough for me,
That’s enough for me it’s all I need,
The more I want then the less I’m free,
So when I see everything I’ve got,
That’s enough for me, that’s enough for me,
That’s enough for me it’s all I need,
The more I want then the less I’m free,
So when I see everything I’ve got,
That’s enough for me, that’s enough for me,
That’s enough for me it’s all I need

THROUGH THE DARK

(M.Lambert/D.Smith/B. Francis/A. Burford) Sony/ATV. Produced by One Above. Recorded at Takeaway Studios.

Verse 1: Pressure

The very day you were born, your light shone bold in dark,
The doctor said you had a hole in your heart,
Just knew you were making room for a whole lot of heart,
And loved you from that day until your soul would depart,
You took your first breath upon my chest,
I built you a good nest before I left,
It wasn’t that I never loved your mother,
But two happy homes are better than one that suffered,
Every regret in this life that I’ve made,
Have been tempered by the strength in your eyes everyday,
I know you never said that you’d like me to stay,
Still I’m sorry I neglected you while I was away,
You were eight when we headed to casualty,
And no child should face their death or mortality,
You taught me patience, strength and morality,
And I’d burden this weight instead of you happily,
That night, you asked would you die from your sickness?
And why had it chosen your life out of millions,
You filled me with a pride I was missing,
Cause grown men cry they lack your type of resilience,
Only when it’s dark are the stars so bright,
For your fight you’re gonna harbour these scars for life,
But you a brave little soul, came in the cold,
Like a fighter hope you find that same flame when you’re old

Chorus

Fall asleep,
And lay with me,
We’ll search the night for shooting stars,
If they can’t take,
Away your pain,
I’ll take your hand, walk through the dark,
The dark,
Through the dark

Verse 2: Pressure

I wrote this while you slept in a hospital bed,
Know this, your breath at the cost of my breath,
I’d forego this life, let you honour my death,
If you could know what it’s like to live long and regret,
So you can fight you can shove you can bleed and hurt,
So you can cry you can love learn your creed or worth,
Earn your stripes, act dumb, cut your teeth or worse,
Or take a wife to become your sky, sea and earth,
But if these are things that you never see,
With no god, just me here to set you free,
And most others won’t understand the hell in which you’ve been in,
Until they’ve wrestled with a demon,
Take heart, to be brave we first need fear,
That same heart that’s seen pain yet persevered,
Will serve you, I know this world is of course unfair,
And you hurt, but these virtues are yours to bare,
I named you Lion Hearted the day you’re born,
They say the night is darkest before the dawn,
I’ll take your hand upon this path if you can light a spark,
Then we can find some calm in a raging storm,
Ain’t nothing left to scare you see,
So we can live, laugh and cherish every breath we breathe,
And no matter where you go know I’ll never leave,
Cause even when we’re gone we’re living in a memory, so live on

Chorus

Fall asleep,
And lay with me,
We’ll search the night for shooting stars,
If they can’t take,
Away your pain,
I’ll take your hand, walk through the dark,
Fall asleep,
And lay with me,
We’ll search the night for shooting stars,
If they can’t take,
Away your pain,
I’ll take your hand, walk through the dark,
The Dark,
Through the dark

Verse 3: Pressure

And I’m sorry that I can’t take your pain or answer why,
We’ll lay awake through darker skies,
I say your name you cast a light,
You’re a flame on a starless night,
And I didn’t know I was lost till you found me,
Didn’t know I was locked here without keys,
But we can walk across all these boundaries,
You and me nothing here to stop you you’re now free,
So I wrote this to give you hope,
For every good thing in life you’ll live to know,
They say cancers survivors are gifted though,
Let me know if that isn’t so

WON’T LET YOU DOWN FEAT. MAVERICK SABRE

(M. Lambert/D. Smith/B. Francis/C. Ludik/M. Stafford/J. Diamond/T. Hymas) Sony/ATV. Produced by Cam Bluff and Suffa for Suffering City Productions. Maverick Sabre appears courtesy of Vigin EMI Records. Contains excerpts from ‘I Won’t Let You Down’ written by (T. Hymas/J. Diamond), Heatpar Ltd. of Fairview Cottage (PRS). All rights administered by WB Music Corp. (ASCAP) and Diamond Bros. Music (PRS). All rights reserved. This track contains excerpts from ‘I Won’t Let You Down’ performed by Zucchero courtesy of UME Italy. Recorded at Redbull Studios London (Daniel Trachtenberg).

Verse 1: Suffa

They say you can’t,
Love and be wise, but I can pretend with you,
If suddenly I ever had to surrender you
I’d fall in a heap; I’d fall on the floor,
And crawl on all fours for you I’d fall on my sword,
If grief ever darkened my door you’d light it up,
The way you brighten up a room hit’s me right in the,
Chest, it puts the breath inside of my,
Lungs, it’s like I leapt in the light of the
Sun, and in spite of my weary frown,
You wear a smile that wears me down, so hear me out,
I know that I wasted time,
When I should have been replacing your last name with mine,
And that mistake is mine believe me,
I wear it like its sunburn, it might disappear but it won’t leave me,
I’ll carry you on my shoulders, never set you down,
Ferry you through the coldness never let you down

Chorus: Maverick Sabre

I won’t let you down,
Won’t let you down again,
I won’t let you down,
Won’t let you down again,
Said I won’t

Verse 2: Pressure

Travelling man in the back of a van,
Capturing sands like time through the back of my hand,
If I could hold it for a moment, do a lap of this land,
I’d console you for a moment then be back in a glance,
But I’m, so far since we left for the road,
To chase the sun around the heavens and globe,
Searching for the next episode, problem is that letting it go,
Would be like letting go of everything I treasure and know,
And whenever I go I think your chest will explode,
A martyr with your heart like Brandon Lee’s death in The Crow,
Try and understand where I lay my head is my home,
And I was in love before this rap shit was ever in vogue,
But if you feel that you’re ever alone,
While standing in the same room as me let’s set it in stone,
You can’t save me, a queen to this devilish rogue,
But you’re bravely willing to give a hell of go so

Chorus: Maverick Sabre

I won’t let you down,
Won’t let you down again,
I won’t let you down,
Won’t let you down again,
Said I won’t

Bridge: Maverick Sabre

I hate that I wasted your touch and your taste,
It’s my shame and can’t change it, want you to remain,
My angel, my heartbeat, come closer, I’m sorry,
My soul is your soul, you know this

Verse 3: Suffa

And you know that I,
Won’t be shy talking ‘bout what you’ve given me,
Conflict diamond, you shine through the misery
You walk in a room and light it up that’s just with your entry,
You walk in a room and light it up like it was four twenty,
Some people never find out what they have,
Only ever find out what they had, and I could’ve been,
One of them, don’t know that I still won’t
And that thought hangs around my neck like a millstone,
For real though, it’s like I lost you, left you, let you go,
Before I got to get you or let you know,
That you’re my refuge, and I need you to see,
The only one that I let down more than you is me

Chorus: Maverick Sabre

And I won’t let you down,
And I won’t let you down,
I won’t let you down,
Won’t let you down again,
I won’t let you down,
Won’t let you down again

RUMBLE YOUNG MAN, RUMBLE FEAT. DAN SULTAN

(M. Lambert/D. Smith/B. Francis). Produced by Suffa for Suffering City Productions. Dan Sultan appears courtesy of Liberation Music. Recorded at Suffering City Studios and Take away Studios.

Suffa: Verse 1

He got me so mad; I’ll jump though the buckle I’ll,
Hurt him so bad, cut the bone through the knuckle I,
Don’t give a fuck if I can’t see cut my eye,
Lids wide open like the wings of a butterfly,
I sing for my supper I,
Dance ‘round the ring, and run rings ‘round these other guys,
When it’s crunch time, I won’t be undermined,
But won’t throw a punch, I’m talking ‘bout fucking rhyme,
I jab with another line,
Mouth guard in but I still got my tongue in my cheek,
My speech so unrefined, make my own mother cry,
He ain’t no son of mine,
Ain’t no alumni, and you can tell by the way I say alumni,
Suffa crush ya, stutter step I duck down left then send you lullaby,
We’re machetes to you butter knives, hell I’m ready ‘cause that bloody eye’s,
The window to your soul and bro I’m pulling down your shutters I’ve

Chorus

I’ve never been scared of life,
Won’t watch it pass me by from my bed,
And I’ve never felt so alive,
And my eyes have never looked so dead,
And some of you might step but that’s by the by,
Man we can watch their whole world crumble,
Just loosen your neck from side to side,
Then rumble young man, rumble,
Young man rumble,
Young man rumble

Pressure: Verse 1

They sing out the masses, each round of clashes,
Every swing, downed and damaged brings out the savage,
The ring sounds, I’m cling bound and bandaged,
Which brings round only those things mouthed in madness,
They got me on the ropes it’s gone beyond a joke,
Corner a lion, no law of confinement will stop me from your throat,
Provoking the beast my blood boils,
The notion of peace in such toil’s the face hopeless defeat,
Shrug of a glance, switch stance, throw one and advance,
Succumb to the dance, romance the blood on our hands,
Rappers try to a throw a blow these hacks ain’t fighting toe to toe,
It ain’t for lack of trying, it’s just that the dying won’t let go,
It takes a particular touch, the way to deliver a punch,
If the game isn’t vicious enough then we play till the haters are giving it up,
Let them come, let them fall down now, said it once, said it all round town,
I get it done, Dela gonna get em hung, when I come, better run, better haul out south

Chorus

I’ve never been scared of life,
Won’t watch it pass me by from my bed,
And I’ve never felt so alive,
And my eyes have never looked so dead,
And some of you might step but that’s by the by,
Man we can watch their whole world crumble,
Now just loosen your neck from side to side,
Then rumble young man, rumble,
Young man rumble,
Young man rumble

Bridge

I’m bouncing on my toes like,
Bouncing on my toes like,
Bouncing on my toes like let’s go,
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go,
I’m bouncing on my toes like,
I’m bouncing on my toes like,
Bouncing on my toes like let’s go,
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go

Chorus

I’ve never been scared of life,
Won’t watch it pass me by from my bed,
And I’ve never felt so alive,
And my eyes have never looked so dead,
And some of you might step but that’s by the by,
Man we can watch their whole world crumble,
Now just loosen your neck from side to side,
Then rumble young man, rumble,
Young man rumble,
Young man rumble

Bridge

Bouncing on my toes like,
Bouncing on my toes like,
Bouncing on my toes like let’s go,
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go

BRAINBOX FEAT. DRAPHT

(M.Lambert/D. Smith/B. Francis/P. Ridge/P. Brown/C. Spedding) Sony/ATV. Produced by Debate. Contains excerpts from ‘Then I Must Go And Can I Keep It’ written by Pete Brown, Chris Spedding and published by Essex Music. Used by permission. All rights reserved. This track contains excerpts from the recording ‘Then I Must Go And Can I Keep It’ as performed by Pete Brown and Piblokto!, courtesy of UME UK. Scratches by DJ Debris. Recorded at Suffering City Studios and Take Away Studios.

Verse 1: Suffa

A gentleman caller, come to settle the bill,
A veteran, stepping in with a set off incredible skills,
Revitalised, heads are moving back, forth, side to side,
Like bobble-head Jesus on the dashboard, I’m rhyming like,
There’s dynamite inside the mic, kill the chat.
I’m riding like a Silverback on a tiny bike; alright I’m like,
Awkward, dangerous, don’t talk to strangers,
Don’t court the brainless don’t war with neighbours,
We decent humans, no fucking about,
You try speak the truth and throw up in your mouth,
Lies are poison, and these cats are carriers, ad men,
But I’m like Harry Allen; I’m a media assassin,
I ain’t been infected by a carrier yet,
Suffa’s not a puppet fuck a marionette,
Yep, so I’m a play the back of this mess,
Till they start paying these rappers with reality cheques, check

Chorus

If they’re lost sounding like they’re brain washed, seeking to relieve the grind,
Think what’s locked up inside of that brain box, and we can leave it all behind,
Roll with me now, all with me now, we’ll ride out on this cloud,
Roll with me now, hold with me now, all with me cause the tide is rolling out

Verse 2: Pressure

Another chapter from the twisted corrupt, a sinners soul in it,
A pacifist but if it erupts, we in controllership,
See rappers in particular attack but when I visit ya,
Be acting like my dick is the grudge, been holding it,
Mate it’s all been heard before, came in on your learners thought,
Blazing was your way in now your sailing in a perfect storm,
If albums turning gold was a murder toll,
Beer, rappers and revenge, three things I’m serving cold,
It’s hard to pick the reason that they’re starting shit with me when,
It’s a path of risk, the partnerships like marching with a legion,
The route untraveled is packed with a brutal battle and passengers,
Who been gaffled with super natural vernacular,
Stress is killing me, a head of red capillaries,
Yet the name holds weight better than express delivery,
The miracle three, but me inducted a Saint?
Hate me for what I am, don’t love for something I ain’t

Chorus

If they’re lost sounding like they’re brain washed, seeking to relieve the grind,
Think what’s locked up inside of that brain box, and we can leave it all behind,
Roll with me now, all with me now, we’ll ride out on this cloud,
Roll with me now, hold with me now, all with me cause the tide is rolling out

Verse 3: Drapht

Who am I to be brilliant? Who am I to be murderous?
Speak for the reptilian sort of like Steve Irwin was,
Never determined by the hand like Kermit the frog,
Got hits controlling the jukebox like I’m the Fonz,
I’m the bomb with it, I have the common sense,
To not compete with the sheep and go beyond the fence,
I need no strong defence when you enter your own league,
Got the best of them out of their seat like I was Phil Jackson, 
While all the actors sit on the side-lines watching me move my magic, 
Whole team is massive go go go gadget legs, 
Went from the baddest egg to making bread I am the alchemist, yep yep. 
Yo I am not like them, I use the dao te ching, a little Zen and the power within, yep yep,
Moving mountains with the power of thanks,
This is how with every album we’re allowed to win so now you know

Chorus

If they’re lost sounding like they’re brain washed, seeking to relieve the grind,
Think what’s locked up inside of that brain box, and we can leave it all behind,
Roll with me now, all with me now, we’ll ride out on this cloud,
Roll with me now, hold with me now, all with me cause the tide is rolling out

I’M A GHOST

(M. Lambert/D. Smith/B. Francis) Sony/ATV. Produced by Suffa for Suffering City Productions. String arrangements by Jamie Messenger. Piano written and performed by Jamie Messenger. String arrangements performed by the Zephyr Quartet (Belinda Gehlert, Emily Tulloch, Jason Thomas, Hilary Kleinig). Recorded at Suffering City Studios and Take Away Studios.

Verse 1: Suffa

Two sheets to the wind in a taxi,
Two feet to the wind in the backseat,
Two beeps to the car in front of us,
Or one of us ending up wrapped round the chassis,
Thinking ‘bout these rhymes, and what they gave me,
Sounds out this world, but a microphone and,
Two turntables saved me,
Took me ‘round the world and bought me a home and,
I’ve seen all these other crews bank too,
Not knowing all the ways people helped ‘em,
Might not ever get a damn thank you,
But they’re sure ‘nough gonna get a you’re welcome,
Matter fact, I ain’t leaving, I was here first and,
I don’t believe them I was here bursting,
Listening to Primo and Chino and Thirstin,
And missing out on being there for people in person,
Cause we don’t sleep when we’re working,
We don’t bleed when we’re hurting,
We wear our heart on our sleeve and I’m certain,
That we’ll feel the burden till we call it curtains, you feel me?
Do you feel me?
This that light inside the core that can blind with its force
It’s the writing on the wall; light it up on the porch,
It’s nineteen ninety-four, five mic’s in the source,
It’s a mighty; mighty roar from the crowd and of course,
It’s this,
Do you feel me?

Chorus

Went from going through quotes in the liners,
To being known from the shows on the fliers,
Playing packed rooms, heading to the back room,
To cool down my face with some ice from the rider,
Looking out to a crowd full of lighters,
And the day those lights don’t inspire us,
You’ll see me walking out,
I’m a ghost I’m gone

Verse 2: Pressure

Two sheets on a surface of water,
Loose-leaf writing worthless and torn up,
If I could do these words justice,
You’d see how much it’s worth that I fought for,
Every kid that never got one mention,
Every little bit of love or affection,
I’m done with pretending the sun is descending,
And all good things must come to an ending,
Cause I swore to the day this is,
Nothing more than a flawed entertainment biz,
I’mma walk away with and let me tell you something,
That’s fucking more than I came here with,
You feel me?
Do you feel me?
And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t grateful,
For my life for my friends and for the faithful,
It’s been a ride but there’s been a few times that I’d thought I’d lose sight when the effort was so painful.
But rap gave me such inspired dreams,
In fact maybe touched my life when things,
Got a little crazy and nobody would pay me the ends that plainly justified the means,
At last I can see we’ve all been blind,
It’s hard to believe that all this time,
That I wore my heart on my sleeve for this art and the scene,
Gonna be hard when I leave it all behind,
You feel me?
Do you feel me?

Chorus

Went from going through quotes in the liners,
To being known from the shows on the fliers,
Playing packed rooms, heading to the back room,
To cool down my face with some ice from the rider,
Looking out to a crowd full of lighters,
And the day those lights don’t inspire us,
You’ll see me walking out,
I’m a ghost I’m gone

Bridge: Suffa & Pressure

Low winter sun, light the dawn in gold,
I’m a ghost I’m gone,
Though when it’s done night is on us all,
I’m a ghost I’m gone,
Nowhere to run, writings on the wall,
I’m a ghost I’m gone,
So when it come, rise before we fall,
I’m a ghost I’m gone,
Low winter sun, light the dawn in gold,
I’m a ghost I’m gone,
Broken and done dying on us all,
I’m a ghost I’m gone,
Nowhere to run, writings on the wall,
I’m a ghost I’m gone,
So when it comes, rise, rise, before we fall,

Chorus

Went from going through quotes in the liners,
To being known from the shows on the fliers,
Playing packed rooms, heading to the back room,
To cool down my face with some ice from the rider,
Looking out to a crowd full of lighters,
And the day those lights don’t inspire us,
You’ll see me walking out,
I’m a ghost I’m gone

THE THIRST PT. 5

(M.Lambert/D.Smith/B. Francis/J. Bartlett/P. Bartlett) Sony/ATV. Produced by SIXFOUR. Aaradhna appears courtesy of Dawn Raid Entertainment. String arrangements by SIXFOUR. String arrangements performed by Source Strings (Niki Vasilkas, Imants Larsens, Leah Zweck, Ewen Bramble). Sound design by Scott Illingworth. Scratches by DJ Debris. Recorded at Suffering City Studios and Take Away Studios.

Verse: Suffa

We stayed away much longer than explained that we would to be honest,
There was a spate of delays for the Hoods I guess a promise,
Is made to be made, not made to be kept,
The way you’d wait all these days hey I’m blessed and I’m honoured,
And I guess that I wanted things a little too quickly,
‘Cause the last two years felt a little like fifty,
In the middle I sit the center of the three,
Cause pressure causes suffering resulting in Debris,
Hilltop, we’re back from a sabbatical you miss us?
My briefcase is a suitcase travel’s my business,
Said we’d be back last year, but life got in the way of that,
But that’s life, we play it out, somehow get old then play it back,
We made it out, then we made it back, we take them out, we’re still on the road like,
Kerouac, have them having them panic attacks, while I’m having a nap,
Look the one thing that I know about losing,
That’s that I don’t know one thing about losing man we’re back

Chorus: Aaradhna

We arrive in the night,
We come alive in the night,
Strip the sky of its colour,
We’ll run the expanse in the absence of light,
Walking under stars we breathe the night,
Walking under stars we reunite,
We come alive in the night