Muph & Plutonic - Raise Ya Voice lyrics
[Muph & Plutonic - Raise Ya Voice lyrics]
For those that used to sit in
The back of the classroom
And never say shit when a
Teacher would ask a question
They knew the answer
But they didn't wanna draw
Attention to themselves
Cos they were fucked up on
These insecurities and shit
It's time to fuck em' off
And I'm not gonna be quiet anymore
I'm gonna raise my voice and make some noise
I'm not gonna be a pawn anymore
I'm just gonna make some noise
Well 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
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 suit's
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'ma make some noise
With the words I say
And you can play with the fuckin terds I lay
And I'm not gonna be quiet anymore
I'm gonna raise my voice and make some noise
I'm not gonna be a pawn anymore
I'm just gonna make some noise
The back of the classroom
And never say shit when a
Teacher would ask a question
They knew the answer
But they didn't wanna draw
Attention to themselves
Cos they were fucked up on
These insecurities and shit
It's time to fuck em' off
And I'm not gonna be quiet anymore
I'm gonna raise my voice and make some noise
I'm not gonna be a pawn anymore
I'm just gonna make some noise
Well 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
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 suit's
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'ma make some noise
With the words I say
And you can play with the fuckin terds I lay
And I'm not gonna be quiet anymore
I'm gonna raise my voice and make some noise
I'm not gonna be a pawn anymore
I'm just gonna make some noise