Killa Joul: Yes it's the return of the realness witness the relapse of my hip hop illness 30 odd years of blood sweat and tears distilled and injected in to all of your ears no fears of ring rust I a'int punch drunk a rumble in the jungle my return could be triumphant Killa Joul break neck inspect I intellect def dialect destroying decks like a dalek (H-A-R-D-C-O-R-E) 2014 we're coming rough like kamakazis (The B the R the I the T the I the S the H) tells you how we're coming with the beats and breaks I got the vibes the culture mate back to basics blowing out the water all you wanna be aces mics implode I bury bodies like the mob for the love of god don't send a boy to do a mans job. DJ Kraze One: I m gonna take you back in time now to the early 90s Met paranoia MC with a crew called DBD I was writing graffiti with a crew called UCP (The Undercover Prophecy) on the outskirts of Millton Keynes Is where it started for me met killa Joul the MC we done some demos and live shows the local community Embraced us instantly vocally and lyrically (Check 1-2-3) Doin something differently From the rest no stress just rapping in our own accents Talking everyday life no fairy tales or nonsense down around town the word was hip hop (and that's non stop) but now that's all rapped up as for me I never stop every rapper wanna battle but I'm lurking in the shadows when I strike is like a crocodile unique is my profile style is what we drop (We're back on top) dont send a boy to do a mans job Paranoia MC: You wanna do a mans job no that's not for you I've been in this game for years and boy I've stayed true like Kraze and Jouls I never broke through but that don't matter cos we still do what we do we keep on trying trying to break through the hip hop heads all mans all crew it's you I'm talking to you you try to rhyme but just can't follow through (We are) the real deal boys we appeal listen to our skills man how do you feel you wanna test you really wanna battle I'm the cowboy I heard you up like cattle this is how a mans job is done I'm still on the mic reppin since I was young TE the posse the true elementals Pass me the paper and pass me the pencils.

DJ Kraze One: Intro Paranoia MC: Damn, I'm back again I thought it was time to connect my paper back with the pen and drop some flow to fill those empty holes some hard flows that will take over your souls you people know how I'm coming wack MCs are running cos Para is gunning to educate manipulate plus devastate fornicate a verse you'll end up in a hirst hip hop of a hardcore nature you fake perpetrators that's why I hate ya I'm the one who's keeping it real do I say anymore (nah you know the deal) I've been in this game for 20 years plus the mic's in my hand cos the mic's all I trust you think I'm joking my style is so smoking I be so raw and your style is so broken Chorus: All or none and one for all together as one we're gonna stand tall we stand tall we're not gonna fall now check out our sound bring on the mic brawl All or none and one for all together as one we're gonna stand tall we stand tall we're not gonna fall now check out our sound bring on the mic brawl DJ Kraze One: I'm quick to hit a hypocrite with knowledge in a lyric sending rappers to the toilet if there talking to much shit a'int to benefit frauds get no applause took a pause for the cause and reconnected with the source (What's that) not a rapper but a lyricist emerge from the abyss dropping broken English on this Truth sayer mic slayer not a kidder or a player just wise to the culture that is hip hop beats drop spots are rocked some other rappers went pop but that's a one stop shop that's now sold out raw pride unified can't hide what's inside disguise is not wise (why's that) cos we never severed ties with the underground rhythms bonafied long time been in the shadows but now stepping to the light (Hold tight) to fight for what's right. Chorus Scratch break Killa Joul: Drop the mic kid cos the shit could be hazardous Killa Joul come again I'm on the rise like Lazarus Gold caliber riding lyrics like a chariot knights of the old school clean like Excalibur very necessary cos your lyrics are secondary I got 20 years mate but you don't have any experience and you can dance to this with a flick of the wrist cuts tight like a clenched fist doing damage cos the beats is pretty savage devastate the sample rate and get set to annihilate as we infiltrate your homes and your business represent the underground with hip hop that is British all or none yeh and one for all and when it's a brawl you know it's winner takes all and this 3 man crew is coming straight for you Paranoia Kraze One and your man Killa Joul. Chorus: Outro:

Killa Joul: There's a girl on the corner crying is she alone manically bashing the digits upon her mobile phone is she from a bad place and coming from a broken home a pound to a penny everybody's seen enough of those It a'int hard to see how it's a downward spiral every day is hard and it's a battle for survival behind those doors there's gonna be another world of abuse misuse another number and another girl and the big bad world that's right up on your doorstep rubbish in the ally and the houses that are derelict it's imperative you always keep looking behind a piss head he wants to rob you blind to buy some wine smash the bottle on the ground so kids playing in the park get bloody finger prints cos there cut to ribbons on the shards homeless people are screaming murders in the dark while the junkies in the gutter looking up at the stars. Chorus: It’s where we’re livin’ On the corner snakes at every angle where we’re livin' Always drama in the houses of the council where we’re livin' Urban landscapes draped in poverty it’s where we’re livin’ Maybe one day we’ll be free It’s where we’re livin’ On the corner snakes at every angle where we’re livin' Always drama in the houses of the council where we’re livin' Urban landscapes draped in poverty It’s where we’re livin’ Maybe one day we’ll be free. DJ Kraze One: Stepping out is like a battle field again I feel the rain on my face and on my body overflowing from the drain forming constant puddles mixed with other chemicals from the dumped rubbish bags furniture and waste materials that leaking oils so nothing grows in the soils hear the cries of the alley cats scrapping in the shadows houses of the council tightly packed in the terraces at the Broken garages vandalised by the kids is a burnt out car disassembled by the jippos who routinely make patrols on the lookout for scrap metal as the cold winds blow the broken street light starts to flicker in the distance theirs a figure by the shelter drinking beer from a can in his hand looks at me and then the around Makes intimidating sounds with my face I make a frown so he looks back to ground before retreating to the shelter (F****** tosser) waiting for someone else to bother Break: DJ Kraze One: So I proceed again unfazed as its just another drunken down and out from the road who for a second had of mistaken myself for some chump who might have been intimidated by the sight of super tennents cans so patiently he waited for an opportunity to size me up and test my nerve but step to close in my direction and maybe you'll meet the curb and if you get the best of me then fair play but just be warned the frustration of the lack of opportunity constantly is scorned and embedded in my mind so what really have I to loose put yourself in to my shoes and you'll leave me just to cruse and continue on my path through the urban landscape draped with poverty and degradation so there’s no means of escape (only option is to soldier and prepare yourself for battle) cos there’s snakes at every angle both the physical and mental even on the spiritual you may be tested on beliefs (on the streets religion thrives and is big business). Chorus: