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The Falling (Demo Version)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
The Falling (Demo Version) was released on January 28, 2005 by Big Dada as a part of the album Awfully Deep (The Noodle Pack) - EP
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Release DateJanuary 28, 2005
LabelBig Dada
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roots Manuva
Roots Manuva
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R.Smith Lamb Ross
R.Smith Lamb Ross
Composer

Lyrics

Guns, bitches, hoes, crack
Death and disease and a baseball bat
STDs that have no name
Down at the clinic with a face full of shame
Russian roulette with a naked flame
Dangerously slow but in the fast lane
A big nosebleed and a bag of cocaine
Just got the news 'bout the tumour in my brain
Just don't care so we sniff it all the same
Caught my best friend sleeping with my girlfriend Jane
Now I'm thinking of a way to get them slayed
Assassins for hire, they shall get paid
2G, 3G, whatever it costs
None of those fools should've got me cross
I'm just about ready for some treacherous fame
Ten grenades on the plane, whoops, another done blamed
Mass murdering, brains on the floor
You're dead cos I said you shouldn't live no more
You done and made me lose my cool
Where's my tool? Who's the bigger fool?
Road rage, pavement rage, your kind of rage
You'll be lucky if you get to see some old age
Every other day's a good day to die
Best be careful if youse love your life
You don't know nuttin, you don't see nuttin
You don't be nuttin, you don't do nuttin
But we've all got to be something and somebody
But everybody here can't be that rich
You know the saying, life's a bitch
I got my finger on the trigger with a nervous twitch
Keep your mouth shut, help me dig this ditch
Don't you be a stupid bitch
I took a blunt knife and cut a piece of my heart
That's my sacrifice, my wayward device
It sounds mad though, my self-mutilation
Like Dr Faustus and his very first patient
The gods ain't happy cos man is praising himself
Planning to get to heaven with that earthly wealth
Blood money, grudge money, nobody budge money
Mass futility, souls on the guillotine
Meantime I unravel, calling Jerry Saville
Come fix my epitome, I'm bitterly the bitterness
Written by: Lamb, R.Smith, Ross
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