On The Scrounge Again

by White Privilege

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1.
BMO Chop! 03:20
Saturday's landed, I know I'm gonna spoil it Falling asleep on the motherfucking toilet 9AM wake up and go to bed With a fire in my pants and a hammer in my head How much did I drink? Well it must've been plenty My pockets, my wallet and my memory is empty With these black holes getting all too frequent Just random events in no kind of sequence Somewhere in my judgement's a flaw Hit the floor, hit the bar, put the girl in the car I'm putting my brain and my body through hell But my feet still find home all by themselves Open the door and open the wine Things'll be fine with the needle on vinyl Wherever I go other people follow I got 25 jobs that can wait 'til tomorrow I've got style and panache and a helping of luck Now the sun's coming up, what the fuck! Why be ordinary when you can be awesome Why be generic when you can be superfly Don't let nobody tell you what to do Why would you be like them when you can be like you Take a time out, smell the flowers I've been smoking for hours, now I stink I think I need a shower Should I step outside, the bubble's inviting Days spent writing but fishies are biting Throw out a line and see what I pull back I'd rather have a Whopper than a Big Mac But that's a one-way street to obesity So it's carrots and prawns and okonomiyaki Yeah I love that shit when I've got the munchies Cheddar ain't yours, it's nacho cheese! I watch movies all the time if I can If I get let down it's "game over, man!" I won this wattle with servo-mechanics Feynman taught me electrodynamics I use the acoustics to own hiphop Now I'm coming to getcha with a "BMO chop!" Why be ordinary when you can be awesome Why be generic when you can be superfly Don't let nobody tell you what to do Why would you be like them when you can be like you
2.
Grim Reality 03:00
This ain't no walk in the park It gets dark pretty soon And no-one gives a damn about you Count on that, it's a set-back It might seem bleak It's a stone cold fact I remember getting paid 'cause I had a job once Sent 50 CVs but I got no response So back down the JC+, join a line Sign a form, make a call, just a waste of my time Beans for tea, 3rd night in a row Toast for breakfast. Got jam? Hell no. I can't complain, it's food in my belly Just a radio 'cause they repossessed the telly Which is fine 'cause the programmes are lacking morality Vacuous dickheads craving celebrity Brevity, looks and, above all things, money I've been to Philadelphia, it's ain't fucking sunny Somebody somewhere's getting way overpaid I'd sell my mother on Ebay just for minimum wage Buddy, lend us a quid for a bottle or two It's a slippery slope, could it happen to you? This ain't no walk in the park It gets dark pretty soon And no-one gives a damn about you Count on that, it's a set-back It might seem bleak It's a stone cold fact I won't put on a voice or affect an accent This ain't Raekwon or Dre, I'm a white guy from Chatham Not straight outta Compton or raised in the streets So get the fuck over yourselves and listen to the beat There's a wave of hatred sweeping Through Eurasia and I'm keeping My hopes up these right-wing arseholes Change their ways or be humiliated at the polls I don't care much for religion But we all should be free from derision To quote Voltaire "I detest what you say But defend your right to say it" anyway The excrement's hitting the air-con in Syria People who wouldn't think twice about killing you Trade your imaginary friends in for oil The spoils of war, slip off this mortal coil This ain't no walk in the park It gets dark pretty soon And no-one gives a damn about you Count on that, it's a set-back It might seem bleak It's a stone cold fact
3.
Goal! 03:12
It's my goal in life to go to every town Paint the damn thing red Turn it upside down Til the coins fall out of every pocket I'll put my one string bass into your jack lead socket When I've taken all my money and had all my fun I'll leave the wreckage behind and find another one If you've got more to offer then I might come back With room for more memories in my backpack It's my goal in life to love all of the women I ain't no misogynist I love art so keep 'em coming Whatever I take I like to give back Which means more good times than you can shake a stick at I'm Frank Sinatra for the modern age Georgie Best turning over a new page If it ain't enough that I'm sharing my bed When the dawn comes I'll make you bacon and eggs It's my goal in life to write a million songs I'm on schedule provided that nothing goes wrong And if the hit ratio is only 20% The royalties will pay 'til I'm 110 I rock the hardcore I jam the hip-hop Got FUK, Ukulele and electropop If it's done before then I'll do it again But only five times better than you've ever seen Cos I've got craftsmanship I've got emotion I've got more love than there's water in the ocean It's my goal in life to make you all feel good If you feel bad I want to know Cos you never should Music made this city that we built I've got no time for religion and guilt We're free from all that And I'll make you believe it It's my goal in life and I'm gonna achieve it
4.
Aye up me duck! Public service announcement Lemme push the bus as the way to get round Hoodtown, now Yellow 71 stops opposite Bulwell Bogs Ya Blue 45 goes up Mapperley Top It's got the posh kid voice that'll give you the creeps Got a ticket for the cricket? Get the Green 13 There's a farm smack-bang in the middle of Stansville Get on the 21, same as the Panthers fans will Northbound 40 and you're feeling Blue Scratching like Jazzy to the GMU Little C, big C or up the duff Looks like City's where you wanna get off bruv Orange 36 to the QMC Stop at the Savoy via Sainsbury's Ya gotta stock up man, them sweets ain't cheap Screen 1, have a cuddle in a double seat My ride is bigger than yours even Jay-Z ain't got two floors My ride is bigger than yours even Kanye ain't got two floors My ride is bigger than yours even Chuck D ain't got two floors My ride is bigger than yours even Tupac ain't got two floors There's kids sneaking Maccy D's onto the 43 Round the corner from where Fopp used to be Brand new Nokia, take it out, feelin proud Shocking taste in music, bled. Imma play it loud! Old Jack's eating crackers on the back of the bus On the coffin dodger run no one makes a fuss Pink 30 powered by beets not Beats By Dre Beetroot that you used to eat yoof back in the day Roll past Wayne Manor back into town Driver's complaining, Shurrup! Put the ramp down The lady with the 'chair that's chin-controlled Wants to ride this beast up Illson Rd Always drama livening up the place The mums is fussin over buggy space Cos theres a pimped up pram with the spinnin rims So big no other mothers can squeeze in My ride is bigger than yours.... Drivers skiving down the alley on Angel Row Taking five minutes for a crafty smoke Where the Beatles played the Odeon in '63 Now we got a Nando's and a Nando's wannabe Annie's Burger Shack is hard to beat But you'll never get to try it cos you'll never get a seat Sloppy Joe at Brown Betty's or try Homemade Maryland skim your can but they keep your change Kids swimming in schools to Oceana Girls like goldfish, lads like piranhas Pure and simple, maybe, simple not pure Walk past the Left Lion see if he roars Xylophone Man's got a blue plaque The feds would cut him no slack if he came back Would he get on Mark Del's show? Can I get a “Hell No!” Poddingham might though - he's the Pope of Mansfield Road My ride is bigger than yours.... How you rollin? I'm rollin heavy How you rollin? I'm rollin heavy How you rollin? I said I'm rollin heavy You need to wash your tabs out I'm rollin heavy, said heavy I'm rolling 13 tons. Built in Poland. 39 Feet from head to toe 6-cylinder diesel, direct-injection, four-stroke Looking for a rhyme or a rhythm or a pattern In a skanky old Metro that an old lady sat on There ain't no clowns round Canning Circus They're just workers, no one's gonna murk us Gooseh's got rides, Mela's got rhythm Tarantino hit Broadway brought Pulp Fiction with him I'm loud like Little John, Sillitoe-gritty Hooks as sticky as the floor in Rock City Getting busy like the bus stop at Forest Rec or Tight like the floor space inside Rob's Records So bring me the bus! Bring me the driver! Bring me breakfast from Warsaw Diner! My ride is bigger than yours....
5.
I would grow up but I'm enjoying too much I would slow down but time waits for no man I reckon the essence of making impressions on life is the second adolescence The price of housing these days A fall in the wage Never gonna save for a deposit in an ice age Praise the bank of mum and dad associated hotel To which we are all ingratiated An option is to rent, pay a stranger's second mortgage Or a tent on a green belt Use the woods to forage for berries and for truffles You could ruffle a feather or two The authorities will put you back to square one Start anew What you gonna do? Have a barbecue Got a chicken wing Got a skewer of halloumi for me and you Crackers and cheese if you please Green, green leaves are what you need To make you feel at ease My priorities are papers, tobacco and an ambiance A slow down A time for intransience Soak up the sound of my clan in the front Have another round Now you're going down, son! I would grow up but I'm enjoying too much I would slow down but time waits for no man I reckon the essence of making impressions on life is the second adolescence Gonna get loaded in my 30s A clean pair of shirtsleeves My brother gets dirty with the nappies I'm busy playing Sensible Soccer Jose Chamot, Fat Ronaldo and Gianluca Vialli It's my day off, I'm not getting up early The early birds get the worm The early fox gets the birdy Christ, the sun's bright I'll get up at 12.30 When I'm feeling creative I'll get tapping on my qwerty Every other week some old biddy asks "When you gona settle down? When you gonna have a kid?" How about never I don't live my life on a schedule set by the Daily Mail My choices are my own It's not on my ever growing list of goals Spunking in a pussy, something any uneducated dick can do There's still too many people on the planet Childcare and nursery I won't have it Do I look like a bursary? I would grow up but I'm enjoying too much I would slow down but time waits for no man I reckon the essence of making impressions on life is the second adolescence The second adolescence is a blessing But it ain't all about looking after myself I wanna make the world a better place Show the kids how to behave I'm an atheist respecting all religion and race You've got a right to believe Although I don't agree necessarily The apple very rarely falls far from the tree Responsibility of many types can be found From helping others to picking up litter off of the ground Sometimes people take the piss if I do a good thing It don't affect me, I'll take it on the chin I'm neither a brawler nor a delicate flower Though I'm probably taller than the Tokyo tower When I'm not lying down to recover from a big night The next flight might be the leap home The insight from my many travels could lead you astray and persuade you to say I did it myyyyyyyyy waaaaaaaaaayyyyy I would grow up but I'm enjoying too much I would slow down but time waits for no man I reckon the essence of making impressions on life is the second adolescence
6.
Cassettes 03:31
It's all about tapes I mean like cassesttes Though they don't sound great But I heard it on the grape Vine, I'll tell you 'bout the rest It's all about tapes (yeah it's all about....) Forget about fate The spool is the best Though they don't sound great I got my first from a mate Could've been the Sheds <--(as in Shed 7) It's all about tapes (yeah it's all about) I made a mix today To get some things off my chest Though they don't sound great There's some things I wanna say No matter what comes next It's all about tapes Though they don't sound great Just spin that one more time Before the spindle breaks now Just spin that one last time If you want I can show you how The music playing, the bodies swaying Just spin that one last time Before the spindle breaks now It’s all about the tapes I mean like cassettes Though they don’t sound great If the beat comes late Make the counter reset It’s all about the tapes (yeah it’s all about) Reach into my crate The groove I caress Naw, this don’t sound great Pry the plastic case Now we’re gonna get wrecked It’s all about the tapes y’all Across the USA Among the soviets Though they don’t sound great Before you press play Turn a pencil till it’s stretched It’s all about the tapes I'm a Nakamichi Dragon
7.
I just stole a fish! From the supermarket Not a whole fish It was just a fillet When the lady at the deli got a bag with a seal And I realised no price standing at the till So into my bag with all the other items Security guard! Do I look frightened? Just walk out the door, cucumber cool Like Ocean's 11 I pity the fool that hesitates When they see a mistake I'm not looking 'round Opportunity knocks 5 finger discount I'm a winner Soundtrack by Hans Zimmer And you schmucks all had to pay for your dinner Breaking the motherfucking law like a super badass I'm a super badass I just ran a red light! There was no-one around at midnight But I had to slow right down To check every mirror, check every direction Somebody should've checked for a faulty connection Cos the light's always red when there's no damn traffic And my breaking the law wouldn't be so dramatic So I took an executive decision, hit the gas Those who disapprove can kiss my ass I was totally sober Trying to get home Just a minor threat on the road Now it's getting late, no delay Time to hit the brake and hit the hay Making my own fucking rules like a super badass I'm super badass I just smoked a joint! Then I fell asleep Covered in crumbs from a Danish pastry Apparently it's bad being hungry and lazy But Bake Off's got the highest ratings on TV That must be why the BBC sold it Instead of encouraging us to keep rollin rollin rollin In Durham and Derbyshire the popos said "Fuck it, We're not gonna arrest you any more We've got better things to do Than stop stoners at home in a weed induced coma Rocking to a Moroccan aroma But I ain't gonna campaign for them to legalise I make my own rules and I'm gonna get hiiigh Breaking the motherfucking law like a super badass I'm a super badass
8.
Black Days 02:54
Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays It's been 3 or 4 months since you were last paid Your knees are really feeling the strain You know you should stop playing But these days it's one of the few things that keeps you going The postman called but the letters are unopened I know what they say about how much I owe them Final notice or another arrears They don't care where you go but you can't stay here Nearly got it working, something always goes wrong A farce from the past like Flanders & Swann It's one of those weeks where everything breaks The gasman cometh, nothing got fixed It's that moment when your life shifts from being about what you could be to what you have been No one listened when you spoke are cares when you sing You weren't a rock star You weren't anything Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays Look to me for help, I got nothing to say Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays The people you rely on are turning away Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays It only takes a minute, your mind can change Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays Sleep on it, tomorrow's a new day They gave us a choice, be part of something much wider in scope Or take you ball and go home, be the outsider But unity lost with only 48% That's just under half they don't represent The tabloid press stoking the residual Feelings of hate against groups not individuals Criminals that leave a bomb in a building Cos the way into heaven is by blowing up children How the hell did they reach that conclusion? Of a world view that is just an illusion What the bad luck, wrong place, wrong time A poison that twists impressionable young minds The sunshine never reaches the ground Apocalypse now They looked for a smoking gun that was never found Never held to account I don't trust this system to bring then instigators to justice Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays Look to me for help, I got nothing to say Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays The people you rely on are turning away Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays It only takes a minute, your mind can change Black days staring at the bottom of ashtrays Sleep on it, tomorrow's a new day
9.
Got no money, gonna borrow instead Cos I can't think more than a minute ahead Live within your means, just spill the beans Keen to sample nouvelle cuisine Mortgaged the house up to the hilt Forget the debt, jets to Brasil Credit spiral on my personal loan Debt collector repossessin' my home One hunner per cent ay pee arr No diamond ring, gonna pawn a guitar Got a salary now, 'bout a grand a month Payday tomorrow, got money to spunk On nothin' much, at least I don't remember What I spent last month or in December Tequila shots, blunts with hash Don't stop the night 'til you're outta cash Mo' money mo' money mo' money gonna need mo' money tonight Mo' money mo' money mo' money gonna need mo' money Mo' money mo' money mo' money gonna need mo' money tonight Mo' money mo' money mo' money gonna need mo' money Magazine dreaming A council estate in Peckham Wanna grow up to look just like David Beckham A ton for the ink A hundred for improvements Sued for a grand when you want to remove 'em Gold-plated trainers Get famous In pursuit of your goals you gotta be shameless Ideas aren't as important as face In this culture of waste Don't know how to account for taste Things turn sour Turn to Paddy Power If you can handle addiction to gambling for hours Lighting a candle and watching the monkey singe The house saw me coming and exclaimed "For the win!" Loan shark alone in the park It could be me that you meet after dark Knock you for a loop and a freebie Just a casualty on my path to the top spot Look at me Out of cash but I couldn't stop Mo' money...
10.
I don't work I just rap I sit back with the system up And get fucked at the wheel A new deal Got a Barce shirt On the back it says 16 Somerield Let loose on the soccer field I'll overthrow your twinkle toes Gonna tackle hard Score some motherfucking golazos All the chicks and hos gonna be impressed By my naked body when I undress Though I confess I'm a bit shy So I masturbate quite a lot on the sly I'm a single guy Don't act surprised I can use Kleenex Or in your vaginanananananananana Can't decide where to fly this time Need a break for a week' Somewhere unique like Rome or Martinique Hit my peak in the bars Sink a few jars Sing songs and play guitar Time to dance I'm the best Where I end up tonight is anyone's guess Need a breast for a pillow Then ride armadillos down to Hermosillo Early hours Walk the streets Find my feet Tread a few miles of concrete See graffiti I tried it once but it defeats me New art forms Start a storm Piss of the cops Don't heed the warning signs Between the lines of railway tracks Neil Buchanan's Art Attack Not some amateur playschool mural An epidural to fix your dodgy rotator cuff A pinch of snuff Jolt you back to life or have you had enough? 9 to 5 Just survive 'til the weekend See your friends only on Facebook Lost the choice Watch The Voice Brainless singers Eat chips and fish fingers High cholesterol Had opportunities but you missed 'em all Back to school The world is turning And they say learning's a life long process What will you hear next? 50 years old with a masters in philosophy To go with your colostomy this life is lost on me I haven't found what I want but it won't stop me looking Waiting on a street outside a print shop in Brooklyn Holes in my trainers so I threw them in the trash Now I'm down a pair of shoes and I'm running low on cash Midnight ping-pong A good place to get more sober Or at the very least save my future self from a hangover Roast chicken dinner with the spicy artillery A deck of effects so plug them in the auxiliary Psychedelic White Rabbit Rock it like Grace Slick I'm gonna be sick I'm here with Mickey Dick Better write it down cos I'll forget it otherwise I'll stick your thumbs up the business end of the other guys Small town Saviours Complaints from the neighbours Shameless attention seeker owes me a favour Shame this is Medway Not a room in the Savoy Or I'd respect your rejection Cut through the noise and feel the joy Booiiii my method of expression's out of date It'll take a dead man's tunes to make you ejaculate In the face In the black Out of the blue Get back to your roots To the branches Take the bus or take your chances Xylem and the Phloem I dunno 'em but the nutrients are going up and down There's a confluence of sound From the miscreants Coincidence? I think not The obsolete will get a second wind So vote for me to drop the beat
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A standard 100 Watt bulb, I'll never be alone You can probably find me in your own home On/off switch or you can use a dimmer To get the mood right when your girl's 'round for dinner In the mouth like Uncle Fester, or better yet A wall fixture, screwcap or bayonet I wanna live forever but I shouldn't be hasty When the filament breaks you'll have to replace me I'm small but I'm bright, I'm an L.E.D. I can run off a 3V lithium battery And true, I get used pretty fast But you can replace them at Wilko's, 3 for just 50p You can make a throwie, add a magnet to hold us together Then just throw it at whatever Magnetic, a spectacle in your home town 'Til the skeptics come and take us all down Watch me strobe, 'round the globe, in the club Feel the sub, feel the heat and here we go Don't come near if you're epileptic, you will regret it Somebody better call a medic Off and on, 0 1, like digital but more fun Move fast, drain your glass, get yer ass on the dancefloor Before this night is a thing of the past What's up brothers? They call me traffic light I've got 3 colours and I'm here to make your day shite You need me to be green? Damn straight, I'll turn red When you need to be on time I'll make you late instead I sit on the corner so the cars don't pass Stop! Choke on your own gas fumes I presume pretty soon They'll be putting me next to roads on the moon I'm old school, I'm called a gaslamp Erected in the reign of Queen Victoria We used to run down Pall Mall and Tottenham Court Road Train stop 'til you reach the Astoria One was not amused when electric lamps were built But stiff upper lip, don't cry over spilt milk I've seen a lot of things come, a lot of things pass But muggers still use flick knives and crowbars Watch me strobe, 'round the globe, in the club Feel the sub, feel the heat and here we go Don't come near if you're epileptic, you will regret it Somebody better call a medic Off and on, 0 1, like digital but more fun Move fast, drain your glass, get yer ass on the dancefloor Before this night is a thing of the past I stand in the corner of the Arena You won't believe the things I've seen DiMaggio hit a home run, Stevey G shoots like a bullet from a gun 100m dash run under 10 seconds The athletes come when the fame beckons World cup, grand slam, olympic big win I'll illuminate, heck, just about anything I'm alone, I just sit on a rock Like some huge, erect phallic symbol And every day I'm battered by the waves I sit amongst the pebbles, the sand and the shingle I've seen ships of every sort And my light helps guide them into the port If I turn off they'll hit the rocks Maybe I'll find a mermaid who'll suck my... Watch me strobe, 'round the globe, in the club Feel the sub, feel the heat and here we go Don't come near if you're epileptic, you will regret it Somebody better call a medic Off and on, 0 1, like digital but more fun Move fast, drain your glass, get yer ass on the dancefloor Before this night is a thing of the past

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A celebration of early 90s hip hop by a guy who wasn't there.

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released September 1, 2018

All tracks written by Pete Glover except My Ride written by Matt Blick and Pete Glover, and Cassettes written by Pete Glover, Michael Wickware, Glen Phillips and Ken Mahru (as The Worldly Self-Assurance).

All instruments by Pete Glover except:
My Ride - all instruments by Matt Blick, except backing vocals and beats by Pete Glover, and Blackened Death Metal Interlude by Sapient. Mastered by Rob Cooke at MojoBat Studios
Cassettes - Pete Glover: vocals, guitar, beats. Michael Wickware: vocals. Glen Phillips: lead guitar, bass. Ken Mahru: keys. Becci Farley: vocals.

There are some samples and stuff in here that I didn't clear on account of the fact I'm only gonna sell about 4 of these, but if you represent Ella Fitzgerald, The Buena Vista Social Club or Baby Huey then have a word and I'll cease and desist.

All tracks produced by Pete Glover

Artwork design by Pete
Photography by Yu-pon

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