Here we have some smooth jazzy vibes for Raceway performed by Ipswitch based MC Briti$h. With a Jazzy brass laced Beat from Norfolk based producer Lieu, Briti$h reminisces of the Jazz days of past, and the bad habits that came with it. Then jumps forward to see how Hip-Hop has continued the culture.
Director: Miah Noto, Briti$h
Camera and edit: Miah Noto https://www.instagram.com/kodakwise/
Produced by: Lieu
Briti$h
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Lieu
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DJGT Entertainment
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Lyrics
So what happened to the jazz
Living in the past
Swinging with it mad
Grinning with a laugh
Smoke out Saloon
Don’t doubt the mood
Everybody’s on it south of the moon
Tailored tunes an raw papers
Flavoured blooms
Exhaust Vapours it’s all fragrance
Dresses flicking
It’s like a game of chess and chicken
I just kick it with the Mrs getting lifted
It’s all gravy
Yeah they all hate me
Nah we all playing G
It’s all love and it’s all us
Losing timeframes on a Friday
Mellow Yellow on a highway
Hello, Hi, Hey
Welcome to how we do it my way
Sit down and fly away,
I’ll see you over head or a mile away
To see me on the ground is like a smile from Ye
It’s been a while but hey
I’ll see you
Black papers and the flowers
Space wasting it for hours
Tastes amazing but it’s sour
Living in a space age raceway ay
Black papers and the flowers
Space wasting it for hours
Tastes amazing but it’s sour
Living in a space age raceway ay
Astronaut
Spaceman
Drifting in a wasteland
Bass gang
Turn it til it shakes man
Burn up on the racetrack
Burn it til the day cracks
I’m tip toeing pretty quick when I get going
Chase that
Head down lens on with a snap
Stroll a bend with a wrap
Blend a Benz and a dab
An escape from the madness
A defines from the masses
That’s why I stay hidden behind glasses
Just keep it down
Even with the reef around
I’m subdued by the beats and sounds
I won’t notice
It’s a known note-age
Taking pictures on their phones of a drone floating
But why though
Spend some money and go buy one
I rather smoke it and just fly on
Hitchhiking on a ride along
I won’t mention when we’re flying off
Because you know that we’ll time it wrong
I’m heading up like I’m climbing rock
But it’s heaven I’ll recline and doss
While we rhyme and rock
Seven Eleven while we tie the crop
Then we rise and off
You know the timing was wrong
I’m putting flower in a black paper
No baccy in ours
We just wrap flavour
This one it lacks that
This is one is like craters
So I’ll have a couple puffs
And I’ll check you later
Black papers and the flowers
Space wasting it for hours
Tastes amazing but it’s sour
Living in a space age raceway ay
Black papers and the flowers
Space wasting it for hours
Tastes amazing but it’s sour
Living in a space age raceway ay
Ay ay ay ay ayyy
Ay ay ay ayyy
Yo
Living in a spaceage raceway ay
Ay ay ay ay ayyy
Ay ay ay ayyy
Yo
Living in a spaceage raceway ay