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"Take my word for it, this is not something you want to pass on." potholesinmyblog.com

"Accessible and punchy!” Hip Hop Connection

"Are Delusionists the mystery saviours of real Hip Hop from the UK? It’s a very strong possibility." www.certifiedbanger.co.uk

"This is hip-hop that revels in dusty breaks, bedroom-style raps and gentle concepts, and ends up being so atmospheric, down-home and stylish that it becomes a joy to listen to." www.beatnikonline.net

"The biggest quality that Delusionists have is that they possess a knack at making joints that can get the brain moving as well as the heads and the feet." hiphophypedog.blogspot.com

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released May 3, 2010

P & C 2010 Beats Laying About

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Track Name: Who's That? (Alt.)
Ben Black:

He said he'd rather be a spanner in the works than a cog in the machine,
'Cause his teachers and his bosses they were flogging him a dream
And as rotten as it seems, he fell for the plotting and the schemes
And the rocketing esteem that came from having money in the pocket of his jeans.
Better looking chicks started copping off with Beanz,
And saying (Who's That?). Man life doesn't get much better,
Yeah he came a long way since the days of Vendetta.
Or so it would appear, but under the veneer
Was one of the best lyricists you never got to hear,
He forgot them dreams to get ahead in his career,
A familiar story, you don't have to shed a tear though.
It's not a crying shame, he took the dying flame,
Put the fire in his belly once more, try again.
Came back harder, nastier, smarter
To get his just desserts, this is just for starters man.

(Who's That?) Now who was that that I just heard on the track?
(Who's That?) Huh? Well who the **** is Ben Black?
(Who's That?) You gotta drop a couple clues in this.
(Who's That?) Like who the **** are the Delusionists?
(Who's That?) Is it just one dude or a crew?
(Who's That?) Who's DBF and what the **** does he do?
(Who's That?) You better tell 'em 'cause the people don't know
(Who's That?) With that in mind, let's proceed with the show.

DBF:

He quit without warning, claimed that this rap shit was boring,
And caused him to yawn like it’s six in the morning.
One or two weren’t too bad lyrically,
But everything else, it was just a tad gimmicky,
Too many mimics whose tunes lack synergy
He ain’t heard a classic since he heard Madvillainy.
All his heroes have fell off, so then he turned the radio the hell off
Debating what cds to sell off.
Now everything’s cushtie, or at least it would be
If he didn’t have this big bright red button in his head saying push me
And you might discover the MC you could be.
(Who’s That?) He couldn’t fight coz the tide was strong.
(Who’s That?) He had to come back and right the wrongs.
(Who’s That?) It doesn’t matter who writes the songs,
The boy came back to life when the mic was on.
Track Name: Digital Connects (prod. Jon Phonics)
DBF:

Prolusion Plus yeah? (yeah) yeah!
Delusionists yeah? (yeah) yeah!
2010 yeah? (yeah) yeah!
Jon Phonics with the heat! (ow!)
BLA yeah? (yeah) yeah!
DBF yeah? (yeah) yeah!
Slim Pickens yeah? (yeah) yeah!
Ben Black, hit 'em!

Ben Black:

This rap shit Beats Laying About, so I had to take a minute dedicated a shout,
To every Hip Hop Connection Digital direction providers
Who act like a Sensei and guide us.
Through these Hip Hop Chronicles of Riddick like Vin Diesel
U-Music buffs must have been puffing them Cocaine Blunts (just a quick toke),
Hip Hop Isn’t Dead, nah it just eloped to the Big Smoke.
Believe the Hip Hop Hype Dog,
If you ain’t heard of us you ain’t checking for the right blog.
Oh Word? You never heard the fly chatter
Of a Bonafide nutter on a Certified Banger?
My Style43 times nanger than most,
To redefine The Meaning of Dope rhyme patterns and quotes.
The Underground Strikes Back from the great depression
With Bare Beats in them Basement Sessions.
You might hear one or Two Dope Boys
No Airs and Graces and prone to make noise
Like “mate what you want!?!” Stay Blatantly Blunt
Pushing UKHH straight to the front (that’s us!).
Repping UK All Day,
Be careful ‘cause Life Just Bounces away
When you play with Vocal Swords that slaughter chumps,
Better Wake Your Daughter Up, if that bitch is sleeping.
Had to switch to a Different Kitchen,
‘Cause the raw Unkut left the kitchen reeking.
With something different to these drug-obsessed amateurs
And only push dop[e via Suspect Packages.
(Yeah) And the beat plays on
And we don’t stop rocking ‘til the DJ Gone (gone).
God willing we can make Top Billin’ Above Ground
Without dumbing down to a club sound.
Strictly Independant, my brothers and me
And you can hit the button marked RWD
And you’ll agree that it’s wack, Nah Right, shit’s Fat
Lace lyrics with links just to give love back
To all the digital connects.
Track Name: Trunk Rattle
Ben Black:

Prepare for the battle,
Old friend said “Ben please remember this;
See if you don’t wanna end up penniless,
Pour out your pain through your penmanship
And do it til your fucking brain hemorrhages.
Either you’re a dude with a plan
Or you’re just another fool with delusions of grandeur.
Got to make moves for the grands
Or cotch and watch your stock drop to the damn floor”.
And I could never let my network fail,
So I’m laying down tracks like Network Rail,
When I get that first sale, first cheque in the mail,
I’ll dedicate it to those who said I’m destined to fail.
You know the ones who was laughing freely,
When I told ‘em I rap, and man it scarred me deeply
Look at your life now it’s far from peachy
‘Cause you’re so Primark I’m so Maharishi.
And I know the critics will critique,
With their nose in my shit like they’re Gillian McKeith.
But you know Beanz, I get silly with the beats,
With the rhymes I’m a beast on the rise like yeast in the oven.
Going way above and beyond all of the trash you’re used ta,
Rapper slash producer, man that’s the future,
That’s what they say now that Benny’s in town,
I turn pennies to pounds.

We try to,
Make a little something on the side too,
Just a little something we can slide you,
When the times get rough,
‘Cause it’s never too much but it’s never enough.
So turn it up.

When it rains it pours,
You can’t stand the rain, you should have stayed in doors,
‘Cause I stay motivated, remain on course,
Ye though I walk through the valley I aim the torch.
And I, keep walking over flames that scorch,
And put myself through hell to relate to yours.
I’m propelled by the strangest force,
Never held down by nature’s laws
‘Cause I don’t really wanna climb gradually,
I’ll rise rapidly, rhyme naturally heavyweight, defy gravity.
Comprende? Respected like a sensei,
Neither hard nor soft, call me al dente.
(Hey) And flavours got plen-tay,
Enough to reinvent the scene every tenth day.
Just telling nothing but the bare facts,
As the snare claps like a bear trap,
Got ‘em quaking in your Air Max, lay ‘em out in a line,
And look at what they talk about in a rhyme;
90% is white powder and crime,
That’s why I’m left with no doubting that I’m,
The fucking man in 2009.
Because I rap like I’m out of my mind, man the flows insane,
So all hail like frozen rain,
Raise your glasses and toast the name,
The Delusionist Mr Black, there he goes again…

We try to,
Make a little something on the side too,
Just a little something we can slide you,
When the times get rough,
‘Cause it’s never too much but it’s never enough.
So turn it up.
Track Name: The Low
Ben Black:

Set against a backdrop of bookies and kebab shops
Washed-up crackpots gather with the have-nots,
Opportunity never knocks, the doors are padlocked,
Windows are boarded up, you have to break the latch off,
Just so you can make it out and keep your dream in tact boss,
Listen to the track boss, this is all fact boss.
See it's far from from the hood, but it's far from good,
If you can make it out fast you should
'Cause it's the, dictionary definition of a ghost town,
Nothing ever goes down, businesses are closed down.
And I ain't shitting on my home ground, nope,
I'm just giving you the lowdown, just to let you know now, now.

Now I was born and raised in this town,
But nowadays it’s making me frown.
And I just take this shit now.
‘Cause it’s getting me down, it’s getting me down, it’s getting me down.

Now the gunplay's minimal, it's mainly individuals,
Getting pissed-up, kicking off, getting physical
To vent some aggression, no sense of direction in the depths of depression.
Where young women use sex as a weapon,
Best to stay strapped with that extra protection,
'Cause these days it's wild,
They wanna raise a child when they can barely even raise a smile,
Barely even raise a finger but them benefits will dress 'em in their favourite style.
So why do you think we've got lethargy spreading like leprosy,
High teen pregnancy, low life expectancy? Huh?
I couldn't let it get the best of me,
Or let it be the death of me, nope that could never be.
So everywhere that I go,
I appreciate the highs but I love the Low.

Now I was born and raised in this town,
But nowadays it’s making me frown.
And I just take this shit now.
‘Cause it’s getting me down, it’s getting me down, it’s getting me down.

I was a small town boy with them big city pipedreams,
The only kid in class who didn’t wear tight jeans.
And when I was busy thinking up rhyme schemes,
You was on them petty crime scenes, nicking ice creams.
Now you fell between the cracks in the pavement,
Wasted every day, now you wonder where the days went.
Like a smack head begging for change,
But what’s change round here mate? Where it’s forever the same…

Now I was born and raised in this town,
But nowadays it’s making me frown.
And I just take this shit now.
‘Cause it’s getting me down, it’s getting me down, it’s getting me down.
Track Name: 12 Letters (prod. Kelakovski)
DBF:

Even if i drop a verse every two years,
DBF is still just about the freshest dude here.
(Too fresh) Too clean for the scene in the UK,
Coz most of these crews dudes they,
Look like they have a wash every other tuesday.
And share the bath water,
And then drink it coz they can't afford last orders.
No offence, but your talk doesn't matter when i'm torching the track and watch all of 'em scatter.

Ben Black:

From the lords of the manor. It's Benji the Blagger,
With Dickensian swagger, bring an end to the chatter,
Like throat cancer. it's the analogue throwback,
Dome like Kojak, maybe it'll grow back.
Maybe you can get twatted on your own track
For a little dough and a kilo of Prozac.
Hold that. we catch a buzz off our own back,
While you're still tryna get stoned off a blowback.

D, E, L, U, S, I, O, N, I, S, T, S.
(stay ahead of the rest with incredible text)
D, E, L, U, S, I, O, N, I, S, T, S.
(stay ahead of the rest with incredible text)

Ben Black:

Oh what a pallaver, throttling a bottle of lager,
Put him in the stocks, hit him with a rotten tomata.
(Wait) Better yet get burned at the stake by the scourge of the fake, should have learned from mistakes mate.
I give 'em hell, spit until the rivers swell,
Run rings around rappers and give 'em dizzy spells,
Til they expel vomit.
What? You don't believe? Any beat Beanz been on I excelled on it, honest!

DBF:

Swear down, it's like a nightmare how i'm in a naked circus, surrounded by bare clowns.
Look around, they ain't ready for the tear down,
Better off with a brown bear, trying to stare down.
You take a loss, kids
Get squashed quicker than a toddler in a mosh pit, thinking you're hot shit.
Well let me break it down so you can spell better,
It's one word, 4 syllables, 12 letters.

D, E, L, U, S, I, O, N, I, S, T, S.
(stay ahead of the rest with incredible text)
D, E, L, U, S, I, O, N, I, S, T, S.
(stay ahead of the rest with incredible text)
Track Name: Nature's Way
Ben Black:

I'm reminded of you every time I walk into a room,
And I know you're in the joint 'cause I can smell your perfume,
That's when it all comes flooding back,
And then I see you with another chap and think "damn I wish I had some of that"
'Cause we were good together, weren't we?
All the times I took you back even when you burnt me,
And who forgave you every single time you stitched him up?
And every time you ran out, who came and picked you up?
I couldn't leave you alone, sneaking you home,
Even though Mum would have freaked out she would have known.
I knew we probably shouldn't roll together,
But I let you in my life, and then you took your hold, forever.

(And that’s not nature’s way, I can’t break away,
I stay awake making beats eating takeaway.)
(And that’s not nature’s way, I can’t break away,
I stay awake making beats eating takeaway.)

And that's not Nature's Way, but I kept taking you back,
And kept you close when I was making a track.
You said you'd help me with the lyrics, you'd help me with the beats
And when I needed a break, I'd wrap you up between the sheets,
And we'd make sweet love, well it was kinda bittersweet,
Hard to function the next day without a bit of sleep.
When I was due to do that Jazzy Jeff interview,
I said I had the flu cause I wanted to stay in with you.
Yeah, I could have met a legend in the flesh
But instead I vegetated as you rested on my chest
At the time I felt blessed, back looking back,
You were the one bad seed that got the best of Ben Black.

(And that’s not nature’s way, I can’t break away,
I stay awake making beats eating takeaway.)
(And that’s not nature’s way, I can’t break away,
I stay awake making beats eating takeaway.)

(And that's not nature's way)
(Making beats)
(I can't break)
(Eating takeaway)

I remember it with clarity, the moment that reality snapped,
Blacking out, having panic attacks,
And it took a couple years to get my sanity back,
Can't believe you had me nutty as a granary bap.
Shit, why do think I was acting that paro,
And slurring my words like Captain Jack Sparrow
But sometimes I lay awake and think about you,
I miss you, even though I’m better off without you,
I wish you. Would come back so we could kick back,
Spark up the old flame, maybe I could hit that,
One more time, just for old time’s sake,
I can’t believe I’m still in love with my biggest mistake.
Track Name: The Evil
Ben Black:

I always try to make out, like I'm somehow better than the rest,
Like I deserve an S up on my chest,
But I fell into the pleasures of the flesh, and yes I'm on a quest,
For incredible wealth, like I'm possessed by the Devil himself.
Truth be told, I'm just another ruthless soul
On the pursuit for gold, my heart's cold like the feeling
Of putting metal to flesh,
And you deserve the best so don't don't settle for less.
Listen, I've gotta get some shit off my chest, there's stuff I gotta confess,
'Cause I'm a sucker for the opposite sex
Or any tarted-up dog in a dress, not ordinarily
I'm talking after 9 or 10 bottles of Becks,
And then I get the beer goggle effects and can't shake it,
Watching girls shake it, waking up the next morning and we're naked.
I vacate the place when I realise my shameful mistake but it's too late.
It's too late, I did the dastardly deed, how many chances I need?
I am a bastard indeed.
And you deserve better than me, so go to college, get your degree
And please forgive me for the evil.

Chantelle:

'Cause it's the evil that men do.
When they deceive and offend you.
And then they leave and pretend to
Not give a damn about a thing, about a thing.

Ben Black:

And you can blame it on the male condition,
Why you're pouring out your heart, and we fail to listen,
Like "Bitch, stay in the kitchen!"
That's why we think something like that is funny to say,
Then backtrack when you're running away.
That's why we leave you at home,
And got a load of numbers that we don't delete from our phone.
Just in case we've got an evening alone,
We can call Lisa from the other week if we're in need of a bone.
(That's right). No that's wrong.
And we can try to sort it out but that's long.
Especially when your father figure,
Was a lardy-arsed lager swigger,
How you ended up the same, it ain't hard to figure.
We can't break the cycle,
'til we find the right one to dedicate our life to,
But until then, I guess we take the the Michael,
And continue to hurt you. Please be alert to the evil.

Chantelle:

'Cause it's the evil that men do.
When they deceive and offend you.
And then they leave and pretend to
Not give a damn about a thing, about a thing.
About a thing...

Ben Black:

I guess I like you 'cause you're kinda streetwise, but you got a sweet side,
A petite size, but it's never hard to meet guys is it?
Bet they get lost in them caramel eyes
That make a fella tell a barrel of lies just to get in your thighs.
But I'm hoping I don't have-ta,
Put on such an act they'll nominate me for the BAFTA of the best supporting actor,
And you could be my leading lady.
And maybe later if you feel it we'll conceive a baby.
In fact, fuck it, let's get married today.
I know, I know - I'm getting carried, but as a man I should say
That I got a girl, and she's away a lot
I'm hoping if I break it off then maybe you could take her spot?
That kinda harsh right? I can't help it if you're sexy as hell,
You're body smelling like the scent of Chanel,
But does my temperature swell and adrenalin
Because I lust for your feminine touch, or is that I'm getting a crush?
Nah, it feels deeper than that.
I think about you when I'm sleeping and that.
And even when I'm wide awake I'm day dreaming and that,
Staring at my screen, wondering if we were attached
Then, would you have my back?
And put me back on track?
If I was acting like a twat how would you react?
Would you throw my clothes on the floor,
Just because I talk more sarky than a rice wine connosieur?
And I don't what the future will bring,
But I know that every queen needs a suitable king,
And I know that me and you could have a beautiful thing
And live a life, long and peaceful.
If I can overcome the evil.
Track Name: The Movement
Ben Black:

To any renegades creeping in the shade,
Thinking 'bout beef? You're better off eating a grenade.
You’re 'bout as lethal as a blade of grass in a street fight,
Beanz too advanced for these neophytes
Nice since grasshopper knee height,
So tell these nerds to dash
Or get their lips all bloody like virgin gash.
And that’s absurdly crass
But yo I have to dumb it down so I can earn some cash.
So the words are brash, and the beats are more so,
You need a little meat up on that feeble torso,
Before you can compete with raw pros,
You get this Nastro Azzuro smashed to your jawbone, bro
For acting like you all don’t know
You get dragged to a land where the law won’t go.
You could masturbate until your phallus aches
And still wouldn't come hard as this, it won't happen mate.
But allow me to elaborate;
These rappers might as well be singing Pat-a-cake, Pat-a-cake.
But who's the baker man that's bringing you the treats,
Courtesy of Slim Pickens on the beats.
It’s UK All Day, spin it on repeat.
And if you listen close you'll hear ‘em kissing on their teeth.
We got these washed-up rappers thinking “How can we prevent the drama
Getting deeper than the trench of Mariana
Or fed to the Pirhanas?"
I smell a little weed and I don’t mean the scent of marijuana,
I’m talking ‘bout you pussy ‘oles, you need Tena Lady,
The shit that I’ve been penning lately make ‘em certify Ben as crazy.
Yeah maybe I’m fucked in the head,
‘Cause I’m up at 3am while you’re tucked in your bed, snoozing,
I guess you probably slept on The Prolusion
And that’s the main reason why you’re losing.
You left too much room for improvement,
Delusionists moved in and now you stay tuned to the movement.
And there’s still room for improvement,
Delusionists moved in and now you stay tuned to the movement.
Track Name: Game of Soldiers
Ben Black:

The Grand Canyon fanjita should have been a clue that she was a man eater.
And your mates said "Listen man, leave her.
Everybody knows she's a damn cheater."
But your eyes, you would cover them up.
Swear it was all about busting a nut
The one month later you're in love with a slut.
Now that's how the fuck you get stuck in a rut.
Now you're in a dark place like Garth Marenghi
And the chit chat ain't half as friendly
And she gets back so late at night. That's not behaving right.
You need to check your girl,
'Cause she's a bleedin' wrong 'un,
Bumping and grinding these geezers and flipping leaching off 'em.
And that's scary stuff, you're so nervous,
Yeah she's buff but is she worth it?
Fair enough, yeah no one's perfect
But you're a good bloke mate, you don't deserve this.
You need to kick that chick to the kerb.
Say how you feel without mincing your words.
And when you plainly told her the charade is over
You can say fuck this, fuck this for a game of soldiers.

When the world is dragging you down.
And your girl is shagging around.
When the boss is giving you grief.
'Til you feel like gritting your teeth and saying:

Fuck this for a game of soldiers,
Nah nah, fuck this for a game of soldiers (repeat x 8)

Man fuck this for a laugh, I spit from the heart
But I thought that they wouldn't get the gist of the art,
I got a little deterred by the looks and smirking
At me like I'm a berk but I put the work in.
All of the evenings, all of the weekends, all of my days off.
All of the speech that I pour on the beats and I pray that it pays off.
(Off, off, off, off) Am I off my nut?
I gotta hit the gym, work off my gut.
Man I gotta get in shape for the main event,
Gotta get them trainers and pay the rent. (What?).
But that's all of my wages spent,
So I'm giving up food and it ain't for lent
And it ain't for Ramadan, I paint a panoramic self portrait
Of a wasted talent, damn!
I could've been a contender, but I guess I had a different agenda.
And as a kid I remember,
This rap shit was 'sposed to be a doss.
Money and fame man I couldn't give a toss,
Now it's like "get money at all costs".
Just got a nod from the boss, so I followed him
To his office, to get a bollockin'.
Can you believe this friggin' fool?
Talking to me like I'm in friggin' school?
So I figure I'll just ditch it all, make better use of my talents.
But then I recalled my bank balance was overdrawn,
so I smiled and I rode the storm.
But I knew in the back of my mind that when I'm paid to rhyme
He'll get a punch in his face next time you speak to me like that you cunt.

When the world is dragging you down.
And your girl is shagging around.
When the boss is giving you grief.
'Til you feel like gritting your teeth and saying:

Fuck this for a game of soldiers,
Nah nah, fuck this for a game of soldiers (repeat x 8)

When the world is dragging you down.
And your girl is shagging around.
When the boss is giving you grief.
'Til you feel like gritting your teeth and saying...
Track Name: Parallel Worldz (Ed Strong Remix)
Ben Black:

I ain't a rapper, I'm a psychic link
And my mind can think quicker than your eyes can blink.
It might leave your head spinning like I spiked your drink
And by the time you come around you'll be inclined to think
That I'm a R, A, double-P, E, R, we are a different breed
You can't get within 6 degrees.
'Cause we don't move in them British hip hop circles,
We move quiet, leave a mark like crop circles, dude.
So don't confuse us with the regular,
Delusionists are cooler than the Boomerang Nebula.
Statements are too cold, straight from The Loop Hole,
Aimed at the fakers who hate when the truth's told.
No respect for them frauds,
I don't look the part but from the head to the balls
I relentlessly rep for the cause.
But it's like you gotta clap somebody just to get some applause round here.

PITMO:

My life's like a movie, admittedly a rubbish one, yes
But I'm a star nonetheless.
I'm James Bond without the guns and sex,
You know that undercover cunt that everyone detests.
That don't make no sense, but you think I give a monkeys?
I ain't getting paid for this.
All I'm getting is a Kit Kat Chunky, a bag full of skunk
And a promise I can rap over the remix of Trunk Rattle.
So this ain't my fault, it's Ben's.
I'm only doing this 'cause he ain't got no other friends
Except for the Invizible and we don't give a shit about who's the most lyrical
I'll literally shit on you.
So spiteful it's borderline delightful.
I was in it for the craic, now I've had a pipe full.
I only rap 'cause I got fuck all better to do
And not to prove that I'm better than you. But it's true.

King Hektah:

Me and you we are not the same.
Maybe you're confused by the rocks and chain.
Or maybe you was thinking that 'cause I'm always linking with fly chicks,
You could walk a mile in my Nike kicks?
Wait, don't get it wrong, you ain't on my echelon mate.
I probably own the pavemnet you're stepping on.
Great King Hektah got real estate
But ain't changed one bit - I'm still real estate.
And you couldn't compare in your dreams,
Got a wallet so thick pockets tear at the seams.
And I got it all through nefarious means
Like trafficking, extortion and various schemes.
I used to carry a gun and sold dope
'Til I realised that rap is money for old rope,
And you can chat shit every friggin' day.
You don't believe me? Rewind this, that's exhibit A.
Track Name: Supa Lyrical Excursion pt.2 (Tom Caruana Remix)
Ben Black:

It’s Mr. Benjamin Black, I've been sending 'em back,
To the drawing board, furiously pencilling raps
Since back when your mother used to spank your jacksie,
Had a chip on my shoulder like Hank Chinaski
So I'm liable to lose it if you look at me the wrong way.
Watch yourself, hombre, I've had a long day.
That's like shitting in the garden of God,
Screw-faced like you bit into a cardamom pod,
And I'd rather you nod, to the sound of the drum,
Look at this pint-sized pussy, I could down him in one.
So get Low like the town that I'm from and don't pick a fight,
Chief, get your thinking right, beats by the gigabyte.
Pick one, hit 'em with a winning word trick
Flip bitches on they're head like (Spinning Bird Kick).
Any pricks in it for the quick fix,
Get force-fed cement mix 'til they shit bricks,
So why risk it? Life's like a picnic,
So I take the biscuit, best rapper coming out of Britain since Slick Rick?
Nah but I'm better than you,
So give the credit where the credit is due.
And give it up for Ben Black, the best fella we know,
With a sparkling flow like S.Pellegrino, yo.
Attacking swifter than a pack of ninjas,
The metaphor Skeletor, I turn Battlecat's back to Cringers.
Gimme a mic and a crate of Corona,
And I'll give you something heavier than Kerry Katona.
I'm reaching my peak while the rest of 'em guess,
How the beast from the east is the best in the west, like that.

And it's still live from the east coast,
The Beanz on the butter on your breakfast toast.
Live from the east coast,
The Beanz on the butter on your breakfast toast.