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Marronisince1990

DEAN MARRONI | BOHEMIAN BASTARDLY | 2014

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Written, performed, recorded & produced by Dean Marroni
Free Downloads @ www.deanmarroni.bandcamp.com (lyrics below)

"I am to rap what Diana was to Alfayed, I've found a craft I'm admired at as I ride into fire traps..
My minds eye has devised rhymes in high times even I can't describe why they're quite nice.
Arrive home, av a slice o toast, nicely stoned as I write the flow - I only know one path and it's TRUE. The bastards back in the nude, bladder of booze still battling through, I got the banter the tunes but lack the fans and the views, the way YouTube keep suspending my videos like a basket of bloom.
Back to scratch, stacking tracks in my room. Back in the groove like a sex addict who left his habit -- came back to prove just who's the best n' wont be 2nd at it hopeless depressive but when I flex a pen I know I'll manage find a way to brighten my day without blowing up in traffic...

BACK with another stack of ravenous master tracks n' that's that, now lets get into it, for starters I only care what you think if you know what thinking is, n' if you can't care to think then I daren't give a shit,
Hit to hit the spits wicked I'm quick witted. Candid bandit, can spit with a band, it's man wit with that grand twist, tantric semantics hand written and planed big, damned if I don't dance for bandanas and plan flips man gimme a grand demand answers, yo, if it's all about gold ya silver lining gon' suffer, bro, don't be another, the world can be an ass sometimes, don't pucker!

[Freestyle chorus 1]

Big enough to see how small I am in the grand scheme, still small enough to wanna be big, (whatever that means) black 'genes' are denim, do for the rap scene what a splash of acid will do for 'regular' families.. If you can't take my heat get out my kitchen, either that or open a window just stop bitching, it's my turn.

Busy laying on bags with no way to go pay 'em back, been a pain in the ass since I wriggled straight out my Dad n' if you think my ways are whacked you should see the state of my flat - tins plates bacci, the whole place scratty, living in the past fed up crying over some fanny who went and married some batty tell her if she gives a fuck about the truth I truly hope she's happy. Roll me a fatty get so stoned get emphatic, that over-dramatic spastic with no hope for the planet, that's it! I've had enough of this country and all that comes with it, government only govern coz they've got guns and shit! Nobody fooled by your measly election, freedom to choose is all we see in recession, and there he goes again, blaming summet exterior - everyone's a friend when they want summet, period.
All I want is to not have to feel inferior not have to live in fear of the city and the hysteria!

[Freestyle chorus 2]

My goals are unlisted with it my flows unrestricted n' so with hope to persist with know I can go any distance it's simple -- cool as a hot dog, foolish but not wrong
You need to go back to school if this is a pop song!
This isn't rap and this isn't grime, this shit is mine
That's not a status that's a statement I don't need ya likes, I'm trying not to be a prick but these are weird times it's like you're walking into sin just for being nice, hear 'em like, flow on a beat n' don't go on at people, tell em get out the seat and get back in yours for repeat button -- HA! You think that's why dean was summoned? To please sheeple and make papes for demon lovers? Fear ma funk as I rear up in ya speakers sucker! This cheeky fuckers got shcemes to bust n relieve a brother -- proving you don't av to be snoozing to be dreaming summet. Know it's me bringing the bruising, no tea wi' sugar!

Still don't like police hide and seek while I fire the leaf try to keep up this life I lead I could be any guy but gee I'm the dean of a higher league high happy as I find ma peace finally got ma tiger feet FIRED UP, while cry over beats, no teeth it's the meek beast crying for peace, sigh and release, sick of trying to preach as I cry in silent defeat, bastardly...

Ha! Nobody saw this coming, told my dad I was a rapper he said "Son, you're funny" - that approachable junkie, well spoken monkey, lay no claims to the money it's all hail to the funky!"

Uh uh, I'm as me as I can be, if you can't tolerate my frustration then baby come set me free, see
I don't mind, if you wanna try to forget me, all I'm living for is now, that's where love is found, now you get me.
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Written, performed, recorded & produced by Dean Marroni
Free Downloads @ www.deanmarroni.bandcamp.com (lyrics below)

"I am to rap what Diana was to Alfayed, I've found a craft I'm admired at as I ride into fire traps..
My minds eye has devised rhymes in high times even I can't describe why they're quite nice.
Arrive home, av a slice o toast, nicely stoned as I write the flow - I only know one path and it's TRUE. The bastards back in the nude, bladder of booze still battling through, I got the banter the tunes but lack the fans and the views, the way YouTube keep suspending my videos like a basket of bloom.
Back to scratch, stacking tracks in my room. Back in the groove like a sex addict who left his habit -- came back to prove just who's the best n' wont be 2nd at it hopeless depressive but when I flex a pen I know I'll manage find a way to brighten my day without blowing up in traffic...

BACK with another stack of ravenous master tracks n' that's that, now lets get into it, for starters I only care what you think if you know what thinking is, n' if you can't care to think then I daren't give a shit,
Hit to hit the spits wicked I'm quick witted. Candid bandit, can spit with a band, it's man wit with that grand twist, tantric semantics hand written and planed big, damned if I don't dance for bandanas and plan flips man gimme a grand demand answers, yo, if it's all about gold ya silver lining gon' suffer, bro, don't be another, the world can be an ass sometimes, don't pucker!

[Freestyle chorus 1]

Big enough to see how small I am in the grand scheme, still small enough to wanna be big, (whatever that means) black 'genes' are denim, do for the rap scene what a splash of acid will do for 'regular' families.. If you can't take my heat get out my kitchen, either that or open a window just stop bitching, it's my turn.

Busy laying on bags with no way to go pay 'em back, been a pain in the ass since I wriggled straight out my Dad n' if you think my ways are whacked you should see the state of my flat - tins plates bacci, the whole place scratty, living in the past fed up crying over some fanny who went and married some batty tell her if she gives a fuck about the truth I truly hope she's happy. Roll me a fatty get so stoned get emphatic, that over-dramatic spastic with no hope for the planet, that's it! I've had enough of this country and all that comes with it, government only govern coz they've got guns and shit! Nobody fooled by your measly election, freedom to choose is all we see in recession, and there he goes again, blaming summet exterior - everyone's a friend when they want summet, period.
All I want is to not have to feel inferior not have to live in fear of the city and the hysteria!

[Freestyle chorus 2]

My goals are unlisted with it my flows unrestricted n' so with hope to persist with know I can go any distance it's simple -- cool as a hot dog, foolish but not wrong
You need to go back to school if this is a pop song!
This isn't rap and this isn't grime, this shit is mine
That's not a status that's a statement I don't need ya likes, I'm trying not to be a prick but these are weird times it's like you're walking into sin just for being nice, hear 'em like, flow on a beat n' don't go on at people, tell em get out the seat and get back in yours for repeat button -- HA! You think that's why dean was summoned? To please sheeple and make papes for demon lovers? Fear ma funk as I rear up in ya speakers sucker! This cheeky fuckers got shcemes to bust n relieve a brother -- proving you don't av to be snoozing to be dreaming summet. Know it's me bringing the bruising, no tea wi' sugar!

Still don't like police hide and seek while I fire the leaf try to keep up this life I lead I could be any guy but gee I'm the dean of a higher league high happy as I find ma peace finally got ma tiger feet FIRED UP, while cry over beats, no teeth it's the meek beast crying for peace, sigh and release, sick of trying to preach as I cry in silent defeat, bastardly...

Ha! Nobody saw this coming, told my dad I was a rapper he said "Son, you're funny" - that approachable junkie, well spoken monkey, lay no claims to the money it's all hail to the funky!"

Uh uh, I'm as me as I can be, if you can't tolerate my frustration then baby come set me free, see
I don't mind, if you wanna try to forget me, all I'm living for is now, that's where love is found, now you get me. Show less
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