It's Me, Smithy
Hey. Is this thing on? Am I on mute?
Can anybody see me? Do I need to reboot?
It is I! Since you ask
The guy in the mask flying at half mast
For the demise of rap since it became so half-assed
Slapping a button on your Casiotone 'n' letting it bossa nova
While you drone 'bout the last lass to blow your trombone
I'll give you a note: be sharp see 'cos I'm coming for your throne
Queen of the rags till midnight when I run home
Here y'are
Here's a yard in my shoes and I'm gonna drop you some clues
So youse can choose who to accuse of abuse
'Cos yeah I'm gonna be loose with my views
'Cos there's no truce with the truth
It's true no matter how hard you refuse
So yeah we were poor but no more
An' none of all this your "hup by my bootstrap route outta destitute" crap
I'm like blue lights try'na incite a fist fight at a gay night
Stuck my privy white boy right foot in the door to get through that
I'm the colour and gender and class you wanna defend
I'm slender
I'm like Backstreet Boys I got all five members
But depend on it I get on a bender when presented with a stiff
Drink no ta bartender I need to be able to think
Help me
I don't wanna be famous
Please help me
I don't wanna be nameless
God please help me
I just wanna be shameless
Please God please
Help me
Pinch punch thirteenth of the month
Unlucky number for some but I'm done with dumb superstition
Wondering how'd I become so glum under the thumb
Numb from the humdrum
Obeying instruction
My supervisor's reading me tarot as if it's harmless fun
But the arrow's pointing another direction mother
Insurrection
I'm incoming – or summin' – but my income in't coming
So once a month I'm gonna come out with a hum and drum up some money
How do you monetise this exercise to add up the sums?
Anybody wanna buy a fat candle that smells like my bum?
A handful o' bitcoins if your handle'll hustle some o' them Joe Mercola cancer-curing cash-securing supplements
Why you so angry Smithy? Can't we all get along?
How many more years of these cons man it's gone on so long
And you want me to practise exoneration for a nationalist nation?
How many more years slaying "durka durka" Arabians
Naming them aliens
Babies suffocating under the Mediterranean when we displaced them 'cos we hate their skin
Do you think it's testing my patience?
So I'm wagering my patrons will be of a similar persuasion
Outraged at the situation
And ready for invasion
So who do you see?
This MC coming out of the byzantine (nasilsin!)
It's me: Smithy
A spectre a polter-g
Apologies you can give me the third degree but you'll come on up empty
I'm nobody
Forget your conspiracies
Who is this dreamy daikini upending all of your theories?
Hey it's me Smithy: the pinnacle of the species
Tell Darwin we won
We done wi' evolutionary biology
I'm the apogee!
There's no exceeding this quality
STOP
Who's fatigued with this ego and feeling sick of the vanity
The conceit of conceit you can see is toxic masculinity
It's me. Smithy. How about a touch o' humility?
Maybe we rappers ain't so sweet – I mean have you seen Kanye recently?
Maybe the repartee could proceed without the need to be nasty
Maybe this could be the year we feel free in our sexuality
Maybe respect for Labi Siffre when he says your writing's shady
Quote: "Dissing the victims of bigotry... is lazy"
Yeah I'm a social justice warrior and this is my weaponry:
It's just me. Your white saviour in your territory
You think you feel I need a depth charge? Guilty!
Well I'm not here to save the world but if I tried you could forgive me
I'm reading 38 Degrees and putting my seal on a screed that reads
"Please won't our dear leader decree immediately that he'll free the deep seas of the gasoline we're splashing in trashing our destiny in the name of filthy energy"
And what's the name that you see at that HTTP?
Well it's me Smithy. Somebody please count me!
30032 30033 – did we succeed?
Doesn't my signature mean anything?
Yeah I show some r-e-s-p-e-c-t when T-C-B just means
A teeny fee you pay to clean up your money and leave it in Fiji
Ooh sans levy?
Sounds lovely 'cept it means cheating Tim and Topsy of the amenities they need just to breathe
I mean GPs and teachers' salaries and streets free of faeces
('cept the shit this country calls "policing")
When PC Bizzie cop a feel it's sanctioned systematically
And I still sweeten the kitty with 20% of my royalties?
Who's this patsy with fealty to HMRC?
Yep. It's me Smithy. Here's your taxes Your Majesty
Wait what? You too do your duty duty free?
And do you really feel yikes-a-bee! when we say we're anti monarchy?
Blimey Charlie
CEO of the country
And you take from society 'n' don't donate from your salary?
Our economy need content it ain't homeopathy
Somebody give these rich cheats their P50s swiftly please
Shit if our leaders showed a little 'sponsibilty
Instead of showing nonces and ponces civility
We lowly'd be free from squeezing in the nearest library
To ease the liability that we freeze
Deceased and diseased
That's the legacy our leaders leave
And who are we shouting "fuck the nobility"?
It's me! Smithy! I'll treat you to a treasonous treaty
Long live me
And you can come with me
I'll guarantee entry
No key no visa necessary man it's free
Shit I got so piqued I lost the beat
's it I admit defeat
Time to move my feet and split
And before I take my leave I could show you my ID
But since it wouldn't say "Smithy" it wouldn't really be me
Can anybody see me? Do I need to reboot?
It is I! Since you ask
The guy in the mask flying at half mast
For the demise of rap since it became so half-assed
Slapping a button on your Casiotone 'n' letting it bossa nova
While you drone 'bout the last lass to blow your trombone
I'll give you a note: be sharp see 'cos I'm coming for your throne
Queen of the rags till midnight when I run home
Here y'are
Here's a yard in my shoes and I'm gonna drop you some clues
So youse can choose who to accuse of abuse
'Cos yeah I'm gonna be loose with my views
'Cos there's no truce with the truth
It's true no matter how hard you refuse
So yeah we were poor but no more
An' none of all this your "hup by my bootstrap route outta destitute" crap
I'm like blue lights try'na incite a fist fight at a gay night
Stuck my privy white boy right foot in the door to get through that
I'm the colour and gender and class you wanna defend
I'm slender
I'm like Backstreet Boys I got all five members
But depend on it I get on a bender when presented with a stiff
Drink no ta bartender I need to be able to think
Help me
I don't wanna be famous
Please help me
I don't wanna be nameless
God please help me
I just wanna be shameless
Please God please
Help me
Pinch punch thirteenth of the month
Unlucky number for some but I'm done with dumb superstition
Wondering how'd I become so glum under the thumb
Numb from the humdrum
Obeying instruction
My supervisor's reading me tarot as if it's harmless fun
But the arrow's pointing another direction mother
Insurrection
I'm incoming – or summin' – but my income in't coming
So once a month I'm gonna come out with a hum and drum up some money
How do you monetise this exercise to add up the sums?
Anybody wanna buy a fat candle that smells like my bum?
A handful o' bitcoins if your handle'll hustle some o' them Joe Mercola cancer-curing cash-securing supplements
Why you so angry Smithy? Can't we all get along?
How many more years of these cons man it's gone on so long
And you want me to practise exoneration for a nationalist nation?
How many more years slaying "durka durka" Arabians
Naming them aliens
Babies suffocating under the Mediterranean when we displaced them 'cos we hate their skin
Do you think it's testing my patience?
So I'm wagering my patrons will be of a similar persuasion
Outraged at the situation
And ready for invasion
So who do you see?
This MC coming out of the byzantine (nasilsin!)
It's me: Smithy
A spectre a polter-g
Apologies you can give me the third degree but you'll come on up empty
I'm nobody
Forget your conspiracies
Who is this dreamy daikini upending all of your theories?
Hey it's me Smithy: the pinnacle of the species
Tell Darwin we won
We done wi' evolutionary biology
I'm the apogee!
There's no exceeding this quality
STOP
Who's fatigued with this ego and feeling sick of the vanity
The conceit of conceit you can see is toxic masculinity
It's me. Smithy. How about a touch o' humility?
Maybe we rappers ain't so sweet – I mean have you seen Kanye recently?
Maybe the repartee could proceed without the need to be nasty
Maybe this could be the year we feel free in our sexuality
Maybe respect for Labi Siffre when he says your writing's shady
Quote: "Dissing the victims of bigotry... is lazy"
Yeah I'm a social justice warrior and this is my weaponry:
It's just me. Your white saviour in your territory
You think you feel I need a depth charge? Guilty!
Well I'm not here to save the world but if I tried you could forgive me
I'm reading 38 Degrees and putting my seal on a screed that reads
"Please won't our dear leader decree immediately that he'll free the deep seas of the gasoline we're splashing in trashing our destiny in the name of filthy energy"
And what's the name that you see at that HTTP?
Well it's me Smithy. Somebody please count me!
30032 30033 – did we succeed?
Doesn't my signature mean anything?
Yeah I show some r-e-s-p-e-c-t when T-C-B just means
A teeny fee you pay to clean up your money and leave it in Fiji
Ooh sans levy?
Sounds lovely 'cept it means cheating Tim and Topsy of the amenities they need just to breathe
I mean GPs and teachers' salaries and streets free of faeces
('cept the shit this country calls "policing")
When PC Bizzie cop a feel it's sanctioned systematically
And I still sweeten the kitty with 20% of my royalties?
Who's this patsy with fealty to HMRC?
Yep. It's me Smithy. Here's your taxes Your Majesty
Wait what? You too do your duty duty free?
And do you really feel yikes-a-bee! when we say we're anti monarchy?
Blimey Charlie
CEO of the country
And you take from society 'n' don't donate from your salary?
Our economy need content it ain't homeopathy
Somebody give these rich cheats their P50s swiftly please
Shit if our leaders showed a little 'sponsibilty
Instead of showing nonces and ponces civility
We lowly'd be free from squeezing in the nearest library
To ease the liability that we freeze
Deceased and diseased
That's the legacy our leaders leave
And who are we shouting "fuck the nobility"?
It's me! Smithy! I'll treat you to a treasonous treaty
Long live me
And you can come with me
I'll guarantee entry
No key no visa necessary man it's free
Shit I got so piqued I lost the beat
's it I admit defeat
Time to move my feet and split
And before I take my leave I could show you my ID
But since it wouldn't say "Smithy" it wouldn't really be me
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