Trunk Rattle

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lyrics

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.

credits

from Prolusion Plus, released May 3, 2010
Ben Black (the beat and the vocals); Patricia from number 14 (the gangsta-ass outro)

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