Urthboy - No Rider lyrics
[Urthboy - No Rider lyrics]
I was working as an MC the other day
With a cup o' instant
Coffee and some marmalade
It's hard to play when just wanna run away
It's underlay underlay since underage
Then the phone rang "It's Urthboy here
I'm Elefant Traks just like Kenny Sabir"
"Hi, someone led me to believe you're an MC
I've got an offer that would
Maybe even tempt me
What I meant means we give you a set fee
You play at our gig for
Peanuts and a little prestige"
Ah so the rest see me as a success
But, I'm struggling to pay rent
With records to press
But yes I agree to it, how can you not?
Thinking of the fluid with
The international slot
I've got no time for rhymers
Slash social climbers
It's just another gig I'm doing for the rider
There is no rider my friend
So why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end
(like, broke as hell, can't you tell)
There is no rider my friend
So why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end
(broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)
Leave the house, lock the door, catch the bus
Or the train
It's a rush tame the peak hour crush
To the venue, nothing but trouble on the menu
Cock-rocking headstrong soundmen to
Get through this shit can really send you
To the pub next door
Either that or make sure he
Leaves with a broken jaw
(Ahh) nah man I'm just joking around
Just hoping to soundcheck without
Choking this clown
I'm just about over it now
And I'm not hopeful
Can I get a test vocal from the pleb locals
This opals got rough edges and a hard centre
I'm doing it for the love
Music's my warm sweater
Kinda like a second placenta so when I enter
In performance endeavours there's
Desmond Decker-like measure
And ever different, but listen
There is that divider
Drink up cos the other act
Will steal all ya rider
There is no rider my friend
So why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end
(broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)
There is no rider my friend
So why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end
(broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)
I was working as an MC the other night
With a couple shitty mics and an appetite
Cook MCs like, look it's a parasite
Eat em up but first wipe
The dirt out of sight
I'm your superman's cryptonite talkback
Shock jock sponsorship
Politicians dirty money
Heard you coming from a mile away you got the
Right-of-way yeah that's what all
The rhymers say i'm inclined to play cos in
The end it's entertainment
Crafted and created
Loungeroom and the basement
Break-in, and of the things stolen
By the sly crooks
Cash, backpack, laptop and rhymebook
Start from scratch
And scrap the last seventy-ish
Pull out every second hair and
Tear em to bit's
Material things are gone with the pied piper
(Okay Winona, I'll do it for the Ryder)
There is no rider my friend
So why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end
(broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)
There is no rider my friend
So why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end
(broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)
With a cup o' instant
Coffee and some marmalade
It's hard to play when just wanna run away
It's underlay underlay since underage
Then the phone rang "It's Urthboy here
I'm Elefant Traks just like Kenny Sabir"
"Hi, someone led me to believe you're an MC
I've got an offer that would
Maybe even tempt me
What I meant means we give you a set fee
You play at our gig for
Peanuts and a little prestige"
Ah so the rest see me as a success
But, I'm struggling to pay rent
With records to press
But yes I agree to it, how can you not?
Thinking of the fluid with
The international slot
I've got no time for rhymers
Slash social climbers
It's just another gig I'm doing for the rider
There is no rider my friend
So why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end
(like, broke as hell, can't you tell)
There is no rider my friend
So why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end
(broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)
Leave the house, lock the door, catch the bus
Or the train
It's a rush tame the peak hour crush
To the venue, nothing but trouble on the menu
Cock-rocking headstrong soundmen to
Get through this shit can really send you
To the pub next door
Either that or make sure he
Leaves with a broken jaw
(Ahh) nah man I'm just joking around
Just hoping to soundcheck without
Choking this clown
I'm just about over it now
And I'm not hopeful
Can I get a test vocal from the pleb locals
This opals got rough edges and a hard centre
I'm doing it for the love
Music's my warm sweater
Kinda like a second placenta so when I enter
In performance endeavours there's
Desmond Decker-like measure
And ever different, but listen
There is that divider
Drink up cos the other act
Will steal all ya rider
There is no rider my friend
So why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end
(broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)
There is no rider my friend
So why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end
(broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)
I was working as an MC the other night
With a couple shitty mics and an appetite
Cook MCs like, look it's a parasite
Eat em up but first wipe
The dirt out of sight
I'm your superman's cryptonite talkback
Shock jock sponsorship
Politicians dirty money
Heard you coming from a mile away you got the
Right-of-way yeah that's what all
The rhymers say i'm inclined to play cos in
The end it's entertainment
Crafted and created
Loungeroom and the basement
Break-in, and of the things stolen
By the sly crooks
Cash, backpack, laptop and rhymebook
Start from scratch
And scrap the last seventy-ish
Pull out every second hair and
Tear em to bit's
Material things are gone with the pied piper
(Okay Winona, I'll do it for the Ryder)
There is no rider my friend
So why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end
(broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)
There is no rider my friend
So why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end
(broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)