Dan Le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip Lyrics

Dan Le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip – Fixed

Hip hop is art,
dont make a fucking pop hit, be smart,
take it back to the start,
like KRS and Rakim, use passion and heart.

Dont get me wrong, I ain’t dissing Dizzee Rascal,
Im just using his beat as a single example.
it was the first big hit of its kind in the pop charts.
all that last shit with profit in mind, not heart.

Channel U’s full of “UK sounds ringtones”,
think they should all have P45s to bring home,
prancing about like they’re the next big thing,
cos their cousins got an 8 track and their mate Daryll can sing.

These kids getting above their stations and saying,
“there a vessel through which a higher power’s conveying”.
my lyrical content is a miracle, godsent,
my name is scroobius pip and i say fuck all that nonsense.

Their lyrical prognosis,
is like spirital osmosis,
in that everything they say evaporates into boasts, its a joke.
I’ve listened and i cant even find one quote which is worth using as a reference,
or even as a footnote.

yeah, most of these kids could get their guns out and kill me,
but how many have the skill to inspire and thrill me?
I’ve got a holster i keep biscuits in it,
it works into your brain leaving big fat blisters in it.

Who am i better than?
im better than i used to be,
im gonna keep on getting better,
so you better just get used to me.
If you think thats a cop out then hear my point truthfully,
cos chances are deep down this is how you used to be.

If you aim is to be as good as scroobius pip,
once you finally achieved it you standards will slip.
But if your goal is only to improve on yourself,
then the quest is never over no matter how big your wealth.

Hip hop is art
dont make a fucking pop hit, be smart
take it back to the start
like KRS and rakim use passion and heart…

Dan Le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip – The Beat That My Heart Skipped

Every now and then I cower and I need to find empowerment,
Empowerment is paramount to how I can begin to mount.
A plan that I can implement,
to make a dent on ignorance,
Instead of drunk belligerence,
and the dissidence of miscreants.
Especially in this instance,
with the never ending persistence,
to use the words in each sentence,
as if they were blunt instruments,
to beat a hole in the defence,
of this beauty and her innocence,
which serves to just build resistance,
in spite of all my good intents.

The beat that my heart skipped.

This is the beat that my heart skipped when we first met,
Now that I`ve heard it, it leaves me with a kind of regret,
No disrespect,
We just left a lot of people upset,
And what we had wasn`t really what we`d come to expect.

Well, good, god damn, and other such phrases,
I haven`t heard a beat like this in ages.
To miss such a beat would have been outrageous,
But when you heart skips a beat its ruthless and aimless.

She caught my attention in her fishnets,
Then she reeled me in expecting nothing more than kissed necks and quick sex.
But that weren`t the case with this platinum princess,
She`s attracted my interest,
So I wanted to impress.
Upon her all the positive things,
That come form having more than just a one night fling,
But that`s something that`s easier in theory than in practice,
Since pick up lines are tactics,
To get prey to the mattress,
And this actress,
Is practiced,
In shunning such theatrics,
When put upon daily by tactless geriatrics.

So my genuine advances are met with po-faced scepticism,
Throwing complements but she just straight elects to miss them.
Her lips were put on this earth for dispersing wisdom,
God forbid I suggest she lets me kiss them.

But I really want to know what she thinks of me,
Because I`m loving every idiosyncrasy,
But I ain`t one to jump through hoops to make a 1st impression,
Been there, done that, learnt the worst of lessons.

We want to be loved for who we appear to be instead of who we are,
So our real selves take a backseat behind the pomp and the façade,
And that`s as true of the rude boys, downing pints and acting hard,
As of the kids shunning convention with clinical disregard…

Dan Le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip – Angles

Things in life aren’t always quite what they seem,
there’s more than one given angle to any one given scene.
So bear that in mind next time you try to intervene,
on any one given angle,
to any one given scene.

My name’s Mark,
I go to Uni and College,
don’t socialise that much,
I just revise and use knowledge.
At times I find that I become a virtual recluse,
and let my belt of interruption hang decisively loose.
But I came here to learn, that’s the life that I choose,
and if people think I’m boring then they can bring their abuse.
See, a lot of people think I’m boring and say,
that maybe I’m a weirdo and maybe I’m gay,
but that’s cool,
‘cause when I get a good job and good pay I’ll get a house for just my brother and me some day.
That’s the reason I’m here,
just to build for my future,
If it means better grades I’ll even sleep with my tutor.

Thing’s in life aren’t always quite what they seem,
there’s more than one given angle to any one given scene.
So bear that in mind next time you try to intervene,
on any one given angle,
to any one given scene.

My name’s Paul,
I’ve been a guard for six months,
and the shop that I guard is better than most dumps,
and I like it here, my boss is a pro,
he’s taught me tricks of the trade other guards wouldn’t know.
He’s taught me in this game there’s some rules you gotta bend,
and not to forget these thieving pricks ain’t your friends,
and appearance is key, there’s a message to send,
and above all it’s your fellow guards to defend.
Today my boss was stabbed by some low-life psycho,
He’s in hospital now so every night that’s where I go,
he’s on the brink but he’s showing no fear though,
‘cause if he dies there, he’ll be dieing a hero.

Things in life aren’t always quite what they seem,
there’s more than one given angle to any one given scene.
So bear that in mind next time you try to intervene,
on any one given angle,
to any one given scene.

My name’s Keith,
I ain’t so much a racist,
But if one reached out their hand I’d decline their embrace.
I work security in a shop, in charge of 5 other guards,
I got all their respect ‘cause I run this shit hard.
I nicked one kid today, didn’t show enough respect and attention,
I grabbed him by his neck as my form of redemption.
Didn’t do no harm, just made sure that it hurt,
it ain’t going by the book but believe me it works.
Then I sent him on his way, this little shit knows the score now,
I saw a little bit of fear, he won’t darken my door now.
That’s what I do, stop these kids from decline,
do what their parents won’t do, Put down some boundaries and lines.

Things in life aren’t always quite what they seem,
there’s more than one given angle to any one given scene,
So bear that in mind next time you try to intervene,
on any one given angle,
to any one given scene.

My name’s Billy,
I’ve been beaten since I was three,
Mum died when I was born and Dad takes it out on me.
He ain’t a bad man, He just gets drunk and feels alone,
I tend to go for walks and hope he’s asleep when I get home.
Don’t like to talk about it though, As I said, it ain’t his fault,
it only happens when he’s drunk as a last resort.
Wanted to get him a gift, to show my support,
but had no money and I stole and I guess I got caught.
At times like that, I tend to switch of my mind,
stare blankly into space and let what happens unwind.
I seemed to anger this guard, he put his hands around my neck,
he said it’s time for me to learn some manners and respect.
It hurt, But I’ve had worse before,
it made me realise life is just a series of wars.
I went straight home that day and locked the bathroom door,
Took a blade to both wrists, they won’t hurt me no more.

Things in life aren’t always quite what they seem,
there’s more than one given angle to any one given scene,
So bear that in mind next time you try to intervene,
on any one given angle,
to any one given scene.

My name’s Mark,
and today I was told my brother is dead.
I returned home from university, tears on his bed.
On his pillow I found his suicide note,
and read what had happened that day,
and what had fucked up his head!
The anger I felt there are no words to express,
I filled with so much rage there is no way to digest.
I grabbed a knife, I went to town,
it was time to regress.
Back to an eye for an eye,
last breath for last breath.
I went straight up to the counter,
I said I’d like to speak to the guard who nicked my brother on Tuesday of this week.
As the girl knocked on the door and disappeared out of sight,
I put my hand in my pocket, gripped the knife tight.
This was it, as she pointed me out to the guard,
My hand began to shake, I held the knife so hard.
As he approached me, there was nothing to say,
I stabbed that Fucker eight times, before they could take me away.

Things in life aren’t always quite what they seem,
there’s more than one given angle to any one given scene,
So bear that in mind next time you try to intervene,
on any one given angle,
to any one given scene…

Dan Le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip – A Letter From God To Man

This is a letter, from God to man:

Hey there. How’s it going?
Long time, no see.

I know I haven’t been around much lately,
But it didn’t seem like you wanted me to be.
The last time I sent down a message,
you nailed it to the cross, so i figure,
I’d just leave you to it,
And let you be your own boss.

But I’ve been keeping an eye on you, I have, and it’s amazing how you’ve grown,
All your technological advances and the problems you’ve overthrown.
And all the beautiful art you’ve created with such grace and such finess,
but I must admit there are a few things that, I’m afraid, have impressed me less.

So I’m writing to apologise for all the horrors committed in my name,
although it was never what I intended, I feel I should take my share of the blame.
A lot of good I tried to do was corrupted when orgnanised religion got into full swing,
what I thought were quite clear messages were taken to unusual extremes.

My teachings where taken out of context to meet the agendas of others,
interpretations were taken in many different ways and hidden meanings discovered.
Religion became a tool for the weak to control the strong,
with all these new morals and ethics survival of the fittest was gone.
No longer could the biggest man simply take what ever he needed,
because damnation was the price if certain rules were not heeded.

Some of the deeds committed in my name just make me wonder where I went wrong,
back at the start when I created all of this, the foundations seemed so strong.
See all the elements were already here, long befor I began,
I just kind of put them all together, I didn’t really thing out a long term plan.
I made the sun an appropriate distance and laid the stars across the sky,
so you could navigate the globe or simply watch a sunrise.
I covered the earth with plants and fruits, some for sustenance and some for beauty,
and made the sun shine and clouds rain, so that maintenance wasn’t your duty.
I tried to give each creature its own attributes but without making them enveloped,
I gave you all your own space to grow and, in your own way, space to develop.
I didn’t know that such development would cuase rifts and jealousy,
cause you to war against each other and leave marks on this planet indelibly.

You see, I wasn’t the creator, I was more the curator of nature,
and I want to set things straight with homosexuals right now: I don’t hate ya!
I was a simple being that happend to be the first to yield such powers,
but I just laid the ground, it was you that built the towers.
It was you that invented bombs and the fear that comes with them,
and it was you that invented money, and the corrupt economic systems.
You invented terms like “Just wars” and terms like “Friendly Fire”,
and it was you that didn’t know when to stop digging deeper and when stop building higher.
It was you that exhausted the resources I carefully laid out on this earth,
and it was you that even saw these problems coming but accredited them little worth.
It was you that used my teachings for your own personal gain
and it was you that committed such tragedies, even if they were in my name.

So i apologise for any mistakes I made and for when my words were misconstrued,
but this apology is to mother nature because, i created you!…

Dan Le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip – Look for the women

There’s a weight over me today,
it’s something I have to say,
love you too much to leave,
don’t like you enough to stay.

My heads in a mess,
and I’m stressed,
but i guess its a test in the quest for happiness,
and the rest of that mess,
so i best just acquiesce,
even though I’ve grown tired of you.

And that ain’t meant to sound spiteful,
I’m just trying to be insightful,
when i write all my emotions,
In the night all the stuff I try to fight,
just comes out and the sad fact is I’m so tired of you.

Love, its a weird thing ain’t it?
there’s no way to explain it.
but i swear as well as pain,
there should be joy but we sustain,
the same level of mundane,
and its numbing me through.

i often wonder if I’d miss you,
and have the urge to kiss you,
if an issue was to hit through,
to this heart that now feels disused,
and the issue was too big to just ignore ,
and i walked out on you.

the chances are I’d fall apart,
and suffer seizures of the heart,
as my chest begins to smart,
the very second have to part.
i want to go back to the start,
but then again maybe I’d just feel new,
maybe I’d get my life on track,
and start to focus my attack,
on all the things my life just lacks,
and start to claw my passion back,
instead of living like a hack,
half committed and half relaxed,
id have nothing to lose.

There’s a weight over me today,
it’s something I have to say,
love you too much to leave,
don’t like you enough to stay.

There’s a weight over me today,
it’s something I have to say,
love you too much to leave,
don’t like you enough to stay.

I guess lately I’ve had too much time to think,
and, yeah, way too much drink.
when paper meets the ink,
over thinking is the chink in my armour,
that’s just what i do.

And I’ve always been that way,
forever questioning each day,
and every plea that’s made,
that maybe when i lay my busy mind will make me prove,
by finding problems and reasons,
that might not be true.(?)

See we got together so young,
before our real lives had begun,
but flowers don’t grow up as one,
each finds its own way to the sun,
and that’s exactly what we’ve done.

We’ve grown up separately too,

And for a few years now it’s been the problem,
and these realisations,
i wish that i could stop them,
but I’ve realised that love is all we have in common,
and deep down you know that’s true.

But then surely that I’m still in love with you,
means there’s something we can do,
to get us through and to pursue,
a brand new point of view on how this gap grew,
between me and you.

So there’s a weight over me,
and i’d hate to have to leave,
but in fate i don’t believe,
and the state of you and me,
isn’t great as you can see,
so i’ll keep thinking this through.

There’s a weight over me today,
it’s something I have to say,
love you too much to leave,
don’t like you enough to stay.

There’s a weight over me today,
it’s something I have to say,
love you too much to leave,
don’t like you enough to stay.

There’s a weight over me today,
it’s something I have to say,
love you too much to leave,
don’t like you enough to stay…

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~ by C. Conway on May 7, 2008.

4 Responses to “Dan Le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip Lyrics”

  1. My favourite album ever. Officially out on 15th May, I am starting a fansite at http://www.dlsvsp.zzl.org. Join?

  2. Of course i’m joining, this ‘band’ are awsome! =]

    EDIT: I clicked the link and got “Error: 403 Forbidden”

  3. These are totally awsome! I can’t wait for their album to be released!

    Can you put lyrics to “thou shalt always kill” please?

  4. I brought their album yesterday. It’s fantastic. Le Sac and Pip are great!

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