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Escape From Bene
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UK Hip-Hop
Escape From Bene è stato pubblicato il 5 luglio 2024 da High Focus Records come parte dell'album Kez
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AlbumKez
Data di uscita5 luglio 2024
EtichettaHigh Focus Records
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM74

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mr Key
Mr Key
Performer
Illinformed
Illinformed
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Leigh
William Leigh
Composer
Luke Freedman
Luke Freedman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Illinformed
Illinformed
Producer

Testi

Here we are, we come in peace, do what you have to do
Slaughter Andy's dogs, dump their bodies in the river
Torch big lodge, turn up my hip hop, then I'll be ready
It's time to get the fuck out of Benny
But before I go, let me tell you all I know
We got crack heads in the parking, smack heads in the parking
Opium and weed and speed and acid in the parking
You wanna join the party, get mashed up in the parking
It's probably best you know not to fuck about the carmen
Stagger up the path and past the little garden
Past French Marieka stark naked raving mad dancing
To no beat, to your right there's a giant teepee
You could smoke free weed for the rest of your life
But don't sleep, they might spike your chillum with the torah
These pervs try to fiddle with your aura, call for more-a
Vigilante law and order, it's rough but it works
Come puff skunk in the dust and the dirt
With murderers, rapists, teenage runaways, munters
The scum of the earth (nah fuck what you heard)
You never judge a book by its cover
Well don't judge us by the munters in the gutter
The nutters, the washed up rainbow bubbas
The daily morning chorus of spluttering lung butters
Just trust us, there's much more to discover
Come visit, what the fuck is it?
Open air institute, off grid asylum
Beat you with a talking stick, screaming no violence
We'll give you what you want, give you what you need
With satisfaction 100% guaranteed
Open air institute, off grid asylum
Beat you with a talking stick, screaming no violence
Come one come all, there's only one rule
Don't be a dick, and no one really follows it at all
I slash every single drum, pour diesel on the skunk
Light it up, let it burn, tell Marieka she's a wonderful lady
And I'm done, gotta go, gotta run
And I ain't ever heading back, but just in case you come
Let me tell you all a little something something
Eyes peeled, Italians are safe and they got the best munch
Never trust a hippy, you'll be safer with the punks
And dodge old age energetic vampires on the hunt
Cult bait, cult bait, get your fresh cult bait
Invade your auric fields 'til your soul break
We got the world's highest spiritual assault rate
Motherfuckers wanna turn Beneficio to Salt Lake
Life on the interstellar coal face ain't always pretty
She ran away from the city cos she wanna be a hippy
And she wanna get stoned, next thing you know
She's a fake bubba's baby mother, two kids in tow
She had no friend and infinity spliffs to smoke
Weeks turn months turn years turn missed the boat
Ain't that sad, but it ain't that bad, shame about that
Open air institute, off grid asylum
Beat you with a talking stick, screaming no violence
It was fun for a bit, now I'm done with this shit
And I ain't ever going back, suck my motherfucking (Yawn)
Thanks Shiva, it was all a dream
Written by: Luke Freedman, William Leigh
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