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• Artiste: Muph & Plutonic
• Titre: Raise Ya Voice
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"For those that used to sit in the back of the classroom, and never say shit when the teacher would ask a question. And new the answer but they didn't want to draw attention to themselves cos they were fucked up on these insecurities and shit. It's time to fuck em off" Chorus: And i'm not going to be quiet any more I'm going to raise my voice and make some noise I'm not going to be a pawn any more I'm just going to make some noise... Verse 1: My teachers never knew me, I was an invisible man Now I've got one groupie and about three fans And I found that shell and sabotaged my plans Buried my nose and dug with my hands Dirt loads of corroded scams that tanned my conscience And burnt my roster, corf(cork)board and helicopter models I was a backdrop that had lots of morals But cash crops had to stop off at the Bottle O I was the keep low, stay quiet, quite soft, not into violence But come crunchtime I'll throw a punch with a tight fist that might miss But still try to commit to the untimely swing They could sing I could whinge, rinse off the outer layer I was a dried up tell me later With a favour to pay and it took a pissed off attitude to play Though I stay calm, I no longer see the harm and I slay farms That breed the hold me back and you can take a hold of that! Chorus X2: And i'm not going to be quiet any more I'm going to raise my voice and make some noise I'm not going to be a pawn any more I'm just going to make some noise... Verse 2: And If I wasn't such a doormat, I'd probably be a mallrat Chewin tobbacco and sportin a straw hat, tryin to format The floor scraps that sat spread on the bed of my mind Binded with puzzle pieces and subtle speeches Made by the men in grey suits, with blurred faces and a debut Sticker sayin stay true on their forheads, bigger picture force fed Through the gaps in my teeth, one more star to reach Now carve this beef and chew the gristle, and if you blow the whistle The darkness will feast on ya simple little plan to please the middle man In a pickle jam, rolling around in a substance Tryin to find the right way to say "FUCK THIS" Nah better yet get ahead of the buskers, who make noise with more comfort Sucked into a closed mouth, an open house sold with no inspection Give me a minutes digestion, never a question raised But now I'm a make some noise with the words I say and you can play with fuckin turds I lay Chorus X3: And i'm not going to be quiet any more I'm going to raise my voice and make some noise I'm not going to be a pawn any more I'm just going to make some noise...