Dan Bull - 2 Times 5 Your Mind lyrics
Daniel “Dan” Bull
[Dan Bull - 2 Times 5 Your Mind lyrics]
Yeah, it's Illmatic, yeah
(It's Bullmatic, actually)
It's Illmatic, yeah
(It's Bull- it's Bullmatic
I just couldn't find) it's Illmatic, huh
(I just couldn't find a proper instrumental
Without him t talking over the)
One time for your mind, one time
Yeah, whatever
One time for your mind, one time
Yo, whatever (It is Bullmatic, though)
One time for your mind, one time
Hey yo, Nas? Kick that fuckin' rhyme
(Yoink! Queue-jumping)
I'm picking a quite good rap
On top of a quite good track
Being quite good at rap
I'm quite good at that
Plug in your headphones and
Listen to the stereo
I'm navigating neurons in your
Head through heavy flows
A sonic hemorrhage, have you got a beverage?
It's thirsty work being such
A bloody clever kid
I like inventing mental raps
Some things I never did
Like pushing Richey Edwards head-first
Off the Severn Bridge melanin deficient
The sun gives me much redder skin
Than the stereotypically depicted
Native American
I burn so easily that I'm banned in the EEC
For health and safety reasons
Being tanned's an unachievable dream
People would scream and see my peely skin
And being a bit obese
I wish that I was really thin
But the lifestyle I've picked
Doesn't allow for it
Too much curry, whiskey
I can't even make my trousers fit
I'm proud of it
One time for your mind, one time
Yeah, whatever
One time for your mind, one time
I sound clever hey yo, Nas? Fuck that, man
That shit was fat
But kick that for them gangsters man
Fuck all that (Ah! Language)
I'm a rowdy Brit
Once I've had a drink or three
When someone says the word 'prick'
I think of me
I don't like myself so I forget it with drink
Until I'm retching up my breakfast with
My head in the sink
I've fallen off the wagon
Poppin' down the pub with Adam
Calling Jack up
Knocking back Jack until I'm fucking lagging
I could be spending my time
On reinventing my life
But have you tried Strawberry Kopparberg
It's ever so nice
Open up wide, it's medicine time
Except I've lost my wallet now and
That's the end of the line
Can't even get a kebab
Can't even get in a cab
Looks like I'm trekking it back at
The end of the night, shite
Heavy drinker, heavy thinker bevvy sinker
Wake up with a headache laying in
Bed next to a sweaty minger
Why do I do it to myself
I could be saving cash
Rather than wasting it behaving
Like a blatant ass
It takes me back to Monday Club
With Jack at Hog's Head
Inhaling flaming gas chambers
Knock'em back and drop dead
Nowadays I keep my ass clean
And keep to caffeine
Twaty Dan with glass in hand
That man's a has-been
I blow raspberries in his general direction
He could've been spending time investing
In his next profession
So there's a lesson: time
Is valuable and finite
Work hard and play hard but
Get the dividing line right
If I had tried to write till
All my rhymes were tight
I wouldn't just rely on tired similes
To blow me up like dynamite
One time for your mind, one time
I sound clever
One time for your mind, one time
Yeah, whatever
One time for your mind, one time
Yo, from ninety-two to ninety-nine
From ninety-two to ninety-nine
I know what you mean, Nas the golden years!
When David Collier was Chairman of Luton Town
(It's Bullmatic, actually)
It's Illmatic, yeah
(It's Bull- it's Bullmatic
I just couldn't find) it's Illmatic, huh
(I just couldn't find a proper instrumental
Without him t talking over the)
One time for your mind, one time
Yeah, whatever
One time for your mind, one time
Yo, whatever (It is Bullmatic, though)
One time for your mind, one time
Hey yo, Nas? Kick that fuckin' rhyme
(Yoink! Queue-jumping)
I'm picking a quite good rap
On top of a quite good track
Being quite good at rap
I'm quite good at that
Plug in your headphones and
Listen to the stereo
I'm navigating neurons in your
Head through heavy flows
A sonic hemorrhage, have you got a beverage?
It's thirsty work being such
A bloody clever kid
I like inventing mental raps
Some things I never did
Like pushing Richey Edwards head-first
Off the Severn Bridge melanin deficient
The sun gives me much redder skin
Than the stereotypically depicted
Native American
I burn so easily that I'm banned in the EEC
For health and safety reasons
Being tanned's an unachievable dream
People would scream and see my peely skin
And being a bit obese
I wish that I was really thin
But the lifestyle I've picked
Doesn't allow for it
Too much curry, whiskey
I can't even make my trousers fit
I'm proud of it
One time for your mind, one time
Yeah, whatever
One time for your mind, one time
I sound clever hey yo, Nas? Fuck that, man
That shit was fat
But kick that for them gangsters man
Fuck all that (Ah! Language)
I'm a rowdy Brit
Once I've had a drink or three
When someone says the word 'prick'
I think of me
I don't like myself so I forget it with drink
Until I'm retching up my breakfast with
My head in the sink
I've fallen off the wagon
Poppin' down the pub with Adam
Calling Jack up
Knocking back Jack until I'm fucking lagging
I could be spending my time
On reinventing my life
But have you tried Strawberry Kopparberg
It's ever so nice
Open up wide, it's medicine time
Except I've lost my wallet now and
That's the end of the line
Can't even get a kebab
Can't even get in a cab
Looks like I'm trekking it back at
The end of the night, shite
Heavy drinker, heavy thinker bevvy sinker
Wake up with a headache laying in
Bed next to a sweaty minger
Why do I do it to myself
I could be saving cash
Rather than wasting it behaving
Like a blatant ass
It takes me back to Monday Club
With Jack at Hog's Head
Inhaling flaming gas chambers
Knock'em back and drop dead
Nowadays I keep my ass clean
And keep to caffeine
Twaty Dan with glass in hand
That man's a has-been
I blow raspberries in his general direction
He could've been spending time investing
In his next profession
So there's a lesson: time
Is valuable and finite
Work hard and play hard but
Get the dividing line right
If I had tried to write till
All my rhymes were tight
I wouldn't just rely on tired similes
To blow me up like dynamite
One time for your mind, one time
I sound clever
One time for your mind, one time
Yeah, whatever
One time for your mind, one time
Yo, from ninety-two to ninety-nine
From ninety-two to ninety-nine
I know what you mean, Nas the golden years!
When David Collier was Chairman of Luton Town