Lyrics Archive
Globe Watching
Chorus
We choose, we win, we lose; we bruise often/
We're used, we hurt, we work; we've no option/
We search for curse cures or the church God's in;/
And drop, hiphop, to leave the whole globe watching//
Verse 1
Ben Grim, the best thing to ever happen to mics/
Pass me a light and let me recite some passionate shite/
Leave em shook like brollies, I don't smile but I'm fucking jolly/
You don't know what hit you, you're blind in front of oncoming lorries/
Rap cats look like moggies, fat bastards with lust for lolly/
Shiiiiit; it's a long time since hiphop was just a hobby/
Now I'm like fuck this job we could maybe go places/
You know, show faces and get fame while most chase it/
Faceless or famous it makes us harder/
Embrace the kharma, or lager and take it farther/
We barge our; way into a niche, with ridiculous beats/
And sick emcees with GCSEs to spit till it bleeds/
Like losing out to diaorrea; I shit on the streets/
The future of hiphop?! kiss my arse, I call his listeners sheep/
Watch the globe, I turn my visions to speech/
I'm incontinents but not like when you piss on your sheets//
Chorus
We choose, we win, we lose; we bruise often/
We're used, we hurt, we work; we've no option/
We search for curse cures or the church God's in;/
And drop, hiphop, to leave the whole globe watching//
Verse 2
Drop guns, grab gange and get lost in the smoke/
I don't fight people, even though I'm often provoked/
I don't fuck around with gossiping folk/
I make my own and call the shots like telephoning vodka and coke/
I believe in myself, but a lot of it's hope/
I refuse to release shit, unless it's properly dope/
And if it's not then fuckit; I won't stop if I'm broke/
I'll record on the SM58 that my sister got me for nowt/
I owe a lot to my folks, and friends who are watching me cope/
They know I've got their back if they're constantly posed/
With problems that blow their mind, and are stopping them grow/
We fight together forever, like we're nothing alone/
But that's BOLLOCKS; we're worth a lot and we know that we are/
This tune is for the posers in cars, hold up your arms/
I leave psychiatrists emotionally scarred/
I'm not known to be hard, I'm known to smoke dope and toke, while I note a few bars//
Chorus
We choose, we win, we lose; we bruise often/
We're used, we hurt, we work; we've no option/
We search for curse cures or the church God's in;/
And drop, hiphop, to leave the whole globe watching//
Verse 3
Believe it or not, I'm gonna breathe till I stop/
It's disease season, what better reason to drop?/
Whether bird flu leaves us grieving or not/
I'll still evilly plot, as long as I've got props and tea in the pot/
So what ever happened to Jesus and God?/
They no longer seem an option, in a world, where people are top/
Me and the mic are like two peas in a pod/
And I'm dreaming a lot, and for fuck's sake there's nothing decent in pop/
If you think RnB's cool - you need to be shot/
Before you join the next bandwagon and leave it to rot/
And hassle me telling me rap's dead, it's too cheesy...you what?!/
90% of shit opinions formed by media cocks/
I'm not black, don't think I'm black, and I don't wear a turban/
I'm addicted to this artform and I'm still learning/
I'm Hiphop till I'm in a box behind electric curtains/
So why should I put up with being labelled as urban!?/
Chorus
We choose, we win, we lose; we bruise often/
We're used, we hurt, we work; we've no option/
We search for curse cures or the church God's in;/
And drop, hiphop, to leave the whole globe watching//