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FRIENDS IN HIGH PLACES Vol​.​1: THE CABIN FEVER EP (prod + cuts DJAR ONE)

by CARPETFACE

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LYRICS: cabin fever. are YOU losing it? Bringing that funk to the mic like bong spillage Chong on the wrong spinach “Notes of shitty British with a long finish” tight like ill fitting thong business songs illest non-slipping bopping king kong fitness its a given you can hit this if you like word to the haters these days blaze nothing but peace in the pipe breathing right while i be freezing out the cheese and the hype squeeze the P’s right out the meaning of life and i just might find my next ex wife tonight i'm alive and shit. Bringing the vibe and rock a mic or lose my mind and shit. Just a guy trying to find a way to thrive and shit. In a business full of spiked drinks and lies and shit. Waking baking while they're making fake smiles and shit, seen the parasite worldwide from miles and shit. That's why I quit. knowhow to survive and shit. Treating the mic like a bicycle bare riding shit,  fighting fit, liking life when i'm writing hits, it don’t matter if you swipe left or right, you're pricks, i decide this on the edge of precipices with kids ready to stab you in your eyes and shit with knives and shit Door number 1 was hiding love behind but then the 1% closed them all I see you wising up but never rising up Most people need to grow some balls but see me, Ive been made to vacate a great many places for skating naked spraying my faeces in the pasty faces of blatant racists “come and taste THIS” my level base plane stasis i’m afraid after all this getting laid i’m fucking chaste and tasteless but I aint Chase or Status though this ain’t Chasing Pavements you’re more likely to be finding me riding mics and chasing payments so the seed at home can germinate and wipe me when i’m 80 over-friendly neighbour you can bite me try and play me, i signed too many deals felt too many feels dead friends fucking hospital too many pills when i say it’s iller than ill I knows what i means check the carpet on the microphone spilling them beans Keeping it tight from left to right  Rap attack from front to back Snacking on wacker mcs  Smacking a hack in the teeth Cats sick of lapping the cream Slapping a track in between Glad to be back in the scene Slamming the Jack as a teen Staggering battered and lean Racking them back as a tween Haggerston crack as a fiend Packing that apple with trees Ramming them fat as the queen Having a jam on the green Feeling the cleanest I've been seen? hand picked semantics antics to spank dicks the dank and dampest this man's sick, get frantic wank-candle plank tricks i slam pricks “man you’re plastic” i’m sharp enough for shanking shit bankers at fancy banquets you’re trampled plankton cranked up on bad trips man its rancid give thanks kid this man’s kinda stiff when you’re flacid rich living boracic I make rackets loving that shit and i won’t get offended please call me a spastic ball of iron will come to smash it with the rap shit 9 out of 10 cats think its classic on a crass tip method to the madness plenty backup in the practice any time any place any mumblerapping wack shit i’m like yo gimme the mic gimme that mic motherfuckers, i’ll take it when its lying around come people get down they call me the CARPETFACE rocking the mic up here in front of you all yesyesyes you best believe I've got balls there i said it check it wreck it test yeah it you understand i'm rocking the party people right out of their pants with the microphone in my hand i'm burning up like a farmers daughter making your aortas shorter water the beautiful musical bunch of flowers that i bought ya. I vibe with the people get high with the people aint mine it’s the people’s I try for the people buying the people they’re lying to people defiling the people the violate people smiling at people beguiling the people and now I’ve got to leave a child with you people I’m crying my people I wondering why that you people aint flying at people misguided you people aint finding it serious serious what the fuck’s up? loading them up loading them up load you up on cattle trucks end of level guardian = you’re next level fucked with stock control when you’re the stock and now production’s is up we’re coming apart at the seams did i spill the beans? you know what i means these OG crackers are backers of trackers and beams frackers and schemes bots in the creams hackers of dreams they’re tapping your screens I’ll slow it right down if you’re lean: 2020’s fucking scarier than 2019 so get this well and truly understood CARPETFACE throwing shapes in any neighbourhood just trying to do some good ain’t no stopping heavy dropping keep it on keep it up fuck a half full chalice happy with the smaller cup come on cabin fever are YOU losing it?
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02) Bat Soup 04:05
LYRICS: if you don’t know get to know…. it’s bat soup all round save me a wing the best bit’s the ears i hear big up the mandrill for the niftys on my daughters in here 9 types of dope from any angle know my rights i’m a handful damn heavy bangs like an anvil since my brain got scrambled I bust magic bars for the booth in the lab made of landfill ringed fingers on the plug for the planned pull politricks brought life to a standstill now you’re itching like pants on an anthill brass eye for real I deal drugs though a mandrill fascist spam shill take some man pills mash you this man will i’m a man still grand will it’s ample for example academy trusts and right wingers getting trampled hold the match to the candle see me fired up like red to a ragged bull dipped in the styx by the ankle a phantom with random holes in both sandles they’re letting you dangle it’s a shambles a lack of ammo getting blammo see me tripping on that light fandango doing the tango with django just goes to show 3 fingers made a difference in the way that I can flow slack upon the job no foresight or hindsight i’m on the mic fucking high as a kite tonight the riddim gibbon giving gibbon riddim cutting both your ears to ribbons with a stack of musical machetes i descend from the other race of human getting the CARPETFACE bass booming leaving stereos in ruins thats what I’m doing see me doing that and screwing with your head like a bad dream making you scream and shit the bed but now don’t say you’re grand and can’t stand it do a handstand you bandit i’m going to sand it that’s how i planned it and it hurts ranting raving like colonel kurtz in apocalypse now if the dunce-cap fits well i’ll wear it if you don’t share it I’m going to tear it toast like welsh rarebit setting up direct debits from my foot account to your backside account leaving deposits before i withdraw losing interest if you don’t know get to know…. it’s bat soup all round save me a wing the best bit’s the ears i hear big up the mandrill for the niftys on my daughters in here
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LYRICS: cabin styles tonight stark bollock dangles out on the mic and it’s hype i don’t mind what you like i don’t mind you take a little something like the piss, dickheads cabin styles tonight stark bollock dangles out on the mic and it’s hype i don’t mind what you like i don’t mind you take a little something like the piss listen to the formula, the formula check the formula secret formula my bioweapon cooking up in the lab been the farthest father and a bastard but I’m spars with the harvest i've got slartibartfast's body-parts in a basket hardest hearts are sharting deep inside their nasty gold carts but i’m far from getting started much more upon the inside like the tardis is, when i fast i’m alarmist yes arms out ready for stigmata but fuck all comes insult your mums hoof you both your plums just for serving up the wrong rum my funky knapsack got nothing but slapped knackers for wack rappers backing up fat data eavesdropping on hacked chatter mad hatter on the bad shatter licking up on that natterjack knacker so now i’m all anti matter abracadabra cadaver paul dangles to your debbie mcgee now thats magic i've got bad rabid habits i get mad with it fucked like jack rabbits smack tablets i didn't graduate but i’m serving up that brainfood that you might be glad you ate i’m not bad i’m great see me cantankerous point me in the direction of where them bankers is i’m the shank that snaps off underneath them wankers ribs i’m that stank that’s rank rising from dank highs under blank skies my third eye burning deep into yours whores with thorns in the paws took plenty bites out my sides like jaws now i’m flawed spare you all, take long walks by seashores, thinking “you could either end your life now or stay bored” all salty hair and peace finally some fucking sleep anyone who felt special was cheap that’s a bad case of wolf and the sheep but shame ain’t what i feel more like i’m ill from ODing on these fucking red pills I’m in constant face offs with eugenicist race toffs making off with space rocks building hate bots and fake coughs fuck you mini fuhrers aint one patch on that uncle sucked a gun off covered in spunk in a bunker now fuck ya covert descendants - get’em wet or trampled under these boots are new ones guess who’s feet they be fitting snugger than shell casings round your redesigned playthings with which i dish out pastings you will see my point like kings eyes in hastings. do the maths man. you ain’t shit we be coming 9 types of hi def hi def up to your 8 bit and all you racists gonna hate to say it but check the message in the tracks on top of kids playlists bash your door like bailiffs are you in there? now wait a minute man it seems the dice were loaded on that table to begin with look at the negative you sin with and all the people that you been with need-screaming to be seen with that rolls and the gold rolex man i’m on the deck but don’t get stressed or vexed because you know we eat texmex off the decks making you stretch your necks flex your pecs man spoil your hex like wet sex calling like full moon to howling hold my shit together like dowling drunkenmonkey mic style but nothing like them shaolin fouling up them airwaves, slap satan’s hounds for growling now freeze racists in stacis frozen like solo in carbonite hell no more doing that voodoo that you’ve been doing so well now tell me, who’s worse? those who buy? or those who sell? cabin styles tonight stark bollock dangles out on the mic and it’s hype i don’t mind what you like i don’t mind what you like i don’t mind man you take a little something like the piss, dickheads cabin styles tonight stark bollock dangles out on the mic and it’s hype i don’t mind what you like i don’t mind you take a little something like the piss listen to the formula, the formula check the formula secret formula my bioweapon cooking up in the lab
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LYRICS: Lately been crazy You crossed the line you better believe these racists need pasting they lie and deceive don't wait see it's bait see just take a knee while i grieve dont' mace me won't phase me because right now, no-one can breathe The DEF DEFINITION  My DEFINITION  Is By DEFINITION  The High DEFINITION  Get ready for my diction Carpetface From the age that's golden Representing the school that's olden damn straight's how I told em  party people wake up  get the fuck out the doldrums Hip Hop's what I sold them.  in the palm's where I hold them. Coming straight from the place where the knocks are hard dealing in toxic bars hotter than dogs in cars warming up trust your boy burnt a bunch of stars, unbuttoned bras, fake spars, A&Rs, Mardi Gras.  If you're out for number one then your ways are weak We needs to come together These days are peak I used to hate my teacher faking "obey the freak" We got professors checking if its ok to speak  At the Symposium  doesydoed your mum Politician See you hooking up your cosy chum  Dissing the kids with figures missing from the bigger decisions. the innocents are in prison. The DEFinition is GIVING so listen  We get down tonight don't clown around tonight duty bound to find the truth in the story  Ain't no way to cheat death or beat death just be def and keep your rhyme fat like a fucking Tory  So if you want to get down with me the c a r p to the e t will make you see  With precision the vision seen from my position i beg you listen to the def definition  check check check 1 2 1 2 check what was done to you and your dumb crew grew while you done knew ooh what its come to screwed by the ones who fund your fun while they bum rush and run you i you don’t understand what i mean i guess its too late for debating on original sin just put your feet up relax man, they’re already in and the main part of your story’s just about to begin meanwhile dreams of breaching the scene reaching their queen these leaches bleed green now i’m keen to proceed i bring love from the city with the 5 magic beans Hip Hop still slinging that dope to dope fiends The DEF DEFINITION  My DEFINITION  Is By DEFINITION  The High DEFINITION  Get ready for my diction Lately been crazy You crossed the line you better believe these racists need pasting they lie and deceive don't wait see it's bait see just take a knee while i grieve dont' mace me won't phase me because right now, no-one can breathe
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LYRICS: give me one good reason why not to go off give me one good reason why not to blow angering management. what? wrong one minute fuming at elite priest employers, ayatollahs, chai wallahs on five dollars - snide bollocks - bunch of lying tossers then stop reflect simmer down and look round and there's your little boy smashing toys into the ground time to fess up dads copied by sons when we mess up - the stress - ups and downs - look around man - it's a set up i see you lot are fed up nobody else will be putting the bread up remember legacy keep your chin and keep your head up its hard I know it's hard out there but not too hard to care  You got lard to spare look they're starving there.  We got yard to share  its time you bargain fair  But when suggested man  it's met with some retarded stare Or blatant fear cold manifesting in rage  it's funny when you pay good money money for the truth on the stage Profound you thought you'd sleep sound at the end of the night  sweet dreams  the bed bugs bite  listen up give me one good reason why not to go off give me one good reason why not to blow angering management. what? wrong so now you feel it you’re reeling believe it the grieving is realer than dealing with fevers reasons for treason it’s heated competing for pieces the ceiling’s hit leaning on FEMA for breathing i mean it these reasons for treason aint leaving or fleeting these sheeple are bleating and feeding these regals aint gleaming their greasy all creepy sleazy caught sleeping with teens til theyre bleeding on needles no teasing i’m serious hear me i’m screaming where’s jesus? believers are feeling him leaving no leaders you’re dreaming they’re cheating get wheeling and dealing bare weed in the steamers for keeping the feeling each we be teaching the reasons for treason aint leaving not even leaches i’m bleaching on beaches and reaching for trees and peace as i’m stealing these peaches for eating you’re cheesy stop breezing the scheming is peaking i’m freaking stop cheering and tweaking your penis you demons i’ve seen’em all squeaking and squeezing between’em i’m fearless from reading keepbreathing deep healing serious beefing extremist belief in secret creeks that retreat with seasons you recall illegal bare sweeping and swooping like seagulls corrupted like smeagle planned greed no libido the prince and the pedos say burnem like guido breeding more weirdos the seeds are all gmo chicken-seed defeat for dipped beaks sticking people in the meat reeking shit by kilo bite the pillow smite the meek hide and seek playing peep’o no hero dineros adding more zeros to their p-rolls don’t be blame me though cos me i’m just an mc yo you don’t want to pay no attention to what the free know we be on the cbd and the vino and all this speech of being free b e on the the d-low seeing people through the keyhole getting played like neo geo time ago see ya wouldn’t wanna be ya living in fear painfully plain to see faithfully pray for me i’m basically painstakingly taking a stake to thee from the pasting tree aint wasting a beam no more sheen screaming what i fucking mean beat your meat flick your bean to the screen hits green, sip lean pregabolin OD’d on long-shard ketamine a veritable feast cabin fever unleash the beast yo bringing beats like fucking police bring the funk like yeast in your crease north south west to the east no surrender no re treat c.a.r.p. to the e.t. back from the deceased burn dagger belly of the beast dean semen demon-seed dripping knee-deep in pee-holes croaking ‘be still now treacle” rosary beads and freeholds keener weiner gimme heebejeebies shame to behold giggedy-feeding these elites and fucking egos the deeper that we go - “riding nemo” - now we know see these faecal steeples needs more fucking gasolino so we could seek it there could be no need no more sequel material for me to spit so i can fucking be well when shit be so unequal yet legal believe this shit could be hell where we dwell living in fear of ya weirder bacteria climbing walls tripping balls ’til all of leary’s theory’s inferior hit the gear that’s gearier the beer thats beerier shed the tear that’s tearier tears shed sat in red satin beds bashing meds with an abandoned pitbull terrier dread bleak and blearier sickness lyrical diphtheria fine on the outside fucked up interior still manage a sneer at ya miniature sinister ministers misfit trickster, roth-toff noshed-off fucking goth-top slosh-pot sister no rest for wicked resistor wig-splitting pigs spitting through transistors til they’re coming out in blisters for real not enough appeal? too bitter a pill? fuck how you feel cunts are done carpetface and djar one friends in high places volume 1 we are the tunnel we’re the light we are the bomb 2020 what else can go wrong? try me raise the kids no repeats. no justice no peace and i'm out
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if you really want to hurt someone pen = sword giving in to rage the demon’s won pain = yours “oh but i really want to hurt this one” mantra : pen=sword I rock a mic for the good of my son pen = sword the pen is mightier than the sword vibe under pressure stop think it over retain that composure seen? that’s how it goes everyone knows you’re opposed still they’re dope from exposure see me lyrically bulldoze ya you fucking wonder why I smirk? getting into this hype work come and test a man on a mic make your night worse have you reaching for the night nurse with the rhyme to make your eye burst restricting mc’s like collar tie cuffs and a white shirt ain’t nothing smarter than a tight verse with the right verse sodomise you with a stare take the mic first prepare this guys’s hearse ain’t no such fucking thing as a nice Merc you twerking berk I’m certain your hurting its curtains the tip of the iceberg come test an mc when I’m mad you hungry? serving you with the biggest dish you ever had from a single dad what the fuck do you stand for? who you trying to be glam for? you think you’re a man for trolling up on a social moping? jealous of another man’s tour? what? no secret handshakes i don’t pull no strings its pure graft 100% up in your flesh from the first venomous bar to the last put an mc up on his arse rocking a mic onstage when disrespected rest of the time i’m known as the guy that’ll take my love and I try to spread it meant it if i said it. no right to question this intent i ain’t the one the scene caught lying whispering my shit was bent you the fuck d’you even think you are? you cunt prove yourself what you ever sacrificed or tried to do for public health? calling Tarquin the fuck out now answer if you dare ill have you reaching up to tie them freaking laces son beware my sites on lock cue ball in the sock when i was already the daddy like surfers up on a rock you’re going to be fucking dead if you ever come at me. heavy drama sins of the lack of the father seeds sewn time ago mad palaver sons buried by parents i’m a fucking parent who else to blame but the parents? teachers preachers coke burning bleachers leeches chow down on a young soul like peaches and i mean this you need this to see this please read my thesis don’t resist peace taking the piss like a penis they stop acting the clown when we come around it’s like the sound’s in town to nice it up and calm it down or host roads and boast loads now your ghost knows mothers screaming in your blood over nothing but postcodes what the fuck’s up with this shit ain’t a game that’s my kid serious yours too think of everything you did coming to nothing at the push of a button flicking a knife open life over now your son is nothing hand your gun in better stop think it over retain that composure that’s how it goes yeah everyone knows you’re opposed still they’re dope from exposure see me lyrically bulldozeya
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LYRICS: We nearly made it We're nearly at the end. FUCK 2020 It's FINE to feel like this It's fucking NORMAL to feel like this FUCK 2020 no justice no peace by any means necessary this is necessary never never no no they will never go so go slower if you don’t know focus on the flow get high like i and my tribe try and fly the state of plays a blatant no no they will never go so go slower if you don’t know, comatose at home get high like i and my tribe try and fly i used to think the world was mine 5 lines nine lager and limes freshers two at a time that was fine 2x19=38 but now i’m 42 stalked online no fine wine and if i really got to speak the truth it’s since i had to go and reproduce gotta tellya that’s a whole heap of different cute think your song was written for you that’s a hoot when there’s a million of them thinking it too - number one hook line for you, piece of fun i only ever really passing through just a whole heap of love for my son (that cunt’s a done formula) bats in the real pea souper abnormaller mind behind the vibing on the looper catch me on the blooper reel gagging on my stolen meal small achilles with the swollen heel this golden foal’s in heat celibate distracted when i’m trying to close my open deals “where you go to still?” “this time I’m gone for real” this shit’s sick rhyming STDS BIG D’S with the V’S up at the kneesup man i seem rough it’s out like Friesian udders in a b-cup I think i need to clean up no sympathy police are getting beat up baton rounds teargas flashbang the street up _ now even granny wants to bite your throat and hold your meat up so fuck mardi gras fuck partying expressive with the arty thing never let the father party win barking sin marking skin of every starting guardian for stamping on the limbs of kids we never grant pardon for them shallow graves hallowed age scalping braves, faust in waves popping out in stages more clout in rage than with a hug and sage clear quartz aint helping lots life in a whelping box no turning pages: all the books are burning yearning learning, turning vermin check the hurting work of certain persons perverting the sermon like herman goering tuck your shirt in take your skirt in stop gurning, get learning i see you squirming at the wording march the 15th, caesar soon to be the geezer chopped up in little pieces in the freezer call the cleaner when I’ve been there brought fever with the beaver lever many said i was dead but still an overachiever fool dreamer, early school leaver freaky teaser pleasing beans when i’m eager the scene got peaker and weaker and weaker time once again to feed the meter wicked sin missing shins knee deep at the sneakers see the beacons now don’t be jealous of me fellas this is celibacy this cbd be deep in me now flowing effortlessly got to be a stop to these fucking atrocities love is the counterforce to humble the fucking police but if they won’t understand womans and mans about to to take the law into your own hands you know the plan to take a stand reduce a bunker back to rubble and sand your head's in can we can kick it? yes we can no justice no peace by any means necessary this is necessary never never no no they will never go so go slower if you don’t know focus on the flow get high like i and my tribe try and fly the state of plays a blatant no no they will never go so go slower if you don’t know, comatose at home get high like i and my tribe try and fly It's FINE to feel like this It's fucking NORMAL to feel like this FUCK 2020
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LYRICS: give me one good reason why not to go off give me one good reason why not to blow angering management. what? wrong one minute fuming at elite priest employers, ayatollahs, chai wallahs on five dollars - snide bollocks - bunch of lying tossers then stop reflect simmer down and look round and there's your little boy smashing toys into the ground time to fess up dads copied by sons when we mess up - the stress - ups and downs - look around man - it's a set up i see you lot are fed up nobody else will be putting the bread up remember legacy keep your chin and keep your head up its hard I know it's hard out there but not too hard to care  You got lard to spare look they're starving there.  We got yard to share  its time you bargain fair  But when suggested man  it's met with some retarded stare Or blatant fear cold manifesting in rage  it's funny when you pay good money money for the truth on the stage Profound you thought you'd sleep sound at the end of the night  sweet dreams  the bed bugs bite  listen up give me one good reason why not to go off give me one good reason why not to blow angering management. what? wrong so now you feel it you’re reeling believe it the grieving is realer than dealing with fevers reasons for treason it’s heated competing for pieces the ceiling’s hit leaning on FEMA for breathing i mean it these reasons for treason aint leaving or fleeting these sheeple are bleating and feeding these regals aint gleaming their greasy all creepy sleazy caught sleeping with teens til theyre bleeding on needles no teasing i’m serious hear me i’m screaming where’s jesus? believers are feeling him leaving no leaders you’re dreaming they’re cheating get wheeling and dealing bare weed in the steamers for keeping the feeling each we be teaching the reasons for treason aint leaving not even leaches i’m bleaching on beaches and reaching for trees and peace as i’m stealing these peaches for eating you’re cheesy stop breezing the scheming is peaking i’m freaking stop cheering and tweaking your penis you demons i’ve seen’em all squeaking and squeezing between’em i’m fearless from reading keepbreathing deep healing serious beefing extremist belief in secret creeks that retreat with seasons you recall illegal bare sweeping and swooping like seagulls corrupted like smeagle planned greed no libido the prince and the pedos say burnem like guido breeding more weirdos the seeds are all gmo chicken-seed defeat for dipped beaks sticking people in the meat reeking shit by kilo bite the pillow smite the meek hide and seek playing peep’o no hero dineros adding more zeros to their p-rolls don’t be blame me though cos me i’m just an mc yo you don’t want to pay no attention to what the free know we be on the cbd and the vino and all this speech of being free b e on the the d-low seeing people through the keyhole getting played like neo geo time ago see ya wouldn’t wanna be ya living in fear painfully plain to see faithfully pray for me i’m basically painstakingly taking a stake to thee from the pasting tree aint wasting a beam no more sheen screaming what i fucking mean beat your meat flick your bean to the screen hits green, sip lean pregabolin OD’d on long-shard ketamine a veritable feast cabin fever unleash the beast yo bringing beats like fucking police bring the funk like yeast in your crease north south west to the east no surrender no re treat c.a.r.p. to the e.t. back from the deceased burn dagger belly of the beast dean semen demon-seed dripping knee-deep in pee-holes croaking ‘be still now treacle” rosary beads and freeholds keener weiner gimme heebejeebies shame to behold giggedy-feeding these elites and fucking egos the deeper that we go - “riding nemo” - now we know see these faecal steeples needs more fucking gasolino so we could seek it there could be no need no more sequel material for me to spit so i can fucking be well when shit be so unequal yet legal believe this shit could be hell where we dwell living in fear of ya weirder bacteria climbing walls tripping balls ’til all of leary’s theory’s inferior hit the gear that’s gearier the beer thats beerier shed the tear that’s tearier tears shed sat in red satin beds bashing meds with an abandoned pitbull terrier dread bleak and blearier sickness lyrical diphtheria fine on the outside fucked up interior still manage a sneer at ya miniature sinister ministers misfit trickster, roth-toff noshed-off fucking goth-top slosh-pot sister no rest for wicked resistor wig-splitting pigs spitting through transistors til they’re coming out in blisters for real not enough appeal? too bitter a pill? fuck how you feel cunts are done carpetface and djar one friends in high places volume 1 we are the tunnel we’re the light we are the bomb 2020 what else can go wrong? try me raise the kids no repeats. no justice no peace and i'm out
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LYRICS: cabin styles tonight stark bollock dangles out on the mic and it’s hype i don’t mind what you like i don’t mind you take a little something like the piss, dickheads cabin styles tonight stark bollock dangles out on the mic and it’s hype i don’t mind what you like i don’t mind you take a little something like the piss listen to the formula, the formula check the formula secret formula my bioweapon cooking up in the lab been the farthest father and a bastard but I’m spars with the harvest i've got slartibartfast's body-parts in a basket hardest hearts are sharting deep inside their nasty gold carts but i’m far from getting started much more upon the inside like the tardis is, when i fast i’m alarmist yes arms out ready for stigmata but fuck all comes insult your mums hoof you both your plums just for serving up the wrong rum my funky knapsack got nothing but slapped knackers for wack rappers backing up fat data eavesdropping on hacked chatter mad hatter on the bad shatter licking up on that natterjack knacker so now i’m all anti matter abracadabra cadaver paul dangles to your debbie mcgee now thats magic i've got bad rabid habits i get mad with it fucked like jack rabbits smack tablets i didn't graduate but i’m serving up that brainfood that you might be glad you ate i’m not bad i’m great see me cantankerous point me in the direction of where them bankers is i’m the shank that snaps off underneath them wankers ribs i’m that stank that’s rank rising from dank highs under blank skies my third eye burning deep into yours whores with thorns in the paws took plenty bites out my sides like jaws now i’m flawed spare you all, take long walks by seashores, thinking “you could either end your life now or stay bored” all salty hair and peace finally some fucking sleep anyone who felt special was cheap that’s a bad case of wolf and the sheep but shame ain’t what i feel more like i’m ill from ODing on these fucking red pills I’m in constant face offs with eugenicist race toffs making off with space rocks building hate bots and fake coughs fuck you mini fuhrers aint one patch on that uncle sucked a gun off covered in spunk in a bunker now fuck ya covert descendants - get’em wet or trampled under these boots are new ones guess who’s feet they be fitting snugger than shell casings round your redesigned playthings with which i dish out pastings you will see my point like kings eyes in hastings. do the maths man. you ain’t shit we be coming 9 types of hi def hi def up to your 8 bit and all you racists gonna hate to say it but check the message in the tracks on top of kids playlists bash your door like bailiffs are you in there? now wait a minute man it seems the dice were loaded on that table to begin with look at the negative you sin with and all the people that you been with need-screaming to be seen with that rolls and the gold rolex man i’m on the deck but don’t get stressed or vexed because you know we eat texmex off the decks making you stretch your necks flex your pecs man spoil your hex like wet sex calling like full moon to howling hold my shit together like dowling drunkenmonkey mic style but nothing like them shaolin fouling up them airwaves, slap satan’s hounds for growling now freeze racists in stacis frozen like solo in carbonite hell no more doing that voodoo that you’ve been doing so well now tell me, who’s worse? those who buy? or those who sell? cabin styles tonight stark bollock dangles out on the mic and it’s hype i don’t mind what you like i don’t mind what you like i don’t mind man you take a little something like the piss, dickheads cabin styles tonight stark bollock dangles out on the mic and it’s hype i don’t mind what you like i don’t mind you take a little something like the piss listen to the formula, the formula check the formula secret formula my bioweapon cooking up in the lab

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DL THIS RELEASE FREE WITH ECO-FRIENDLY MERCH FT COVER ART: newbias.org/shop

Not all art is fun to make. Careful what you wish for.

If you are effected by any of the issues described in these lyrics, you may find some of the following links helpful. Stay sane + safe brothers + sisters. YOU ARE NOT ALONE. ALWAYS reach out to someone. NEVER bottle it up in secret. Onwards with maximum LOVE x
mind.org.uk // talktofrank.com // stophateuk.org
mentalhealth.org.uk // nhs.uk/conditions/counselling
recoveryassistancedogs.org.uk // dogsfordepression.org.uk
childline.org.uk // tdn.org.uk // scas.org.uk

Presenting "THE CABIN FEVER EP"
- the long-awaited first instalment of CARPETFACE's eclectic new EP series: "FRIENDS IN HIGH PLACES"

This batch was produced in collaboration once again with French beatsmith extraordinaire + allround lovely geezer DJAR ONE, courtesy of Beats House Records

FRIENDS IN HIGH PLACES Vol.2 : "BOG OF ETERNAL STENCH"
with CARPETFACE on production duties ft special guests
due for completion late spring 2021. And we don't stop.

credits

released December 18, 2020

A NEWBIAS / BEATS HOUSE joint
c+p AJ Russell / J Poret 2020 All Rights Reserved
lyrics, vocals, dubs + skits : CARPETFACE (Newbias Records)
production + cuts : DJAR ONE (Beats House Records)
cover art by #Jrt www.instagram.com/jrtvisuals
dj promo/licensing/bookings: newbiasrecords@gmail.com
press: nick@blatantlyblunt.com

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special thanks to:
#ArtsCouncilEngland, #HelpMusicians, #WisemanProductions Crew, #PlanetPluto Crew, P.Osborn, DCR, Booboo + Pie, Flump + Puff.
In association with #WelcomeToTheMagicBox PsyAV #aquariestattoo #THTC #chillzbeads #xzibitone photography #planetpluto
REST IN PEACE
J.Manton, T.Simkins, L.Russell, E.Russell, UK Principal, Deano, Ty, DJ.Duke. Ian MacDonald. All stolen from us in the last year. There are no words to sum up the loss. See you soon. And thankyou x

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