Confucius MC - WW

Worldwide besting from the million dollar Confucius MC! Coming off the top rope having told you to ‘Look Deeper‘ earlier this year, he tags in Wann Sklobi, the Californian producer providing greasily guitared funk that’s all shades, stubble, smoke and sleaze from the wrong side of the tracks.

Namechecking some of the ring’s biggest stars from wrestling’s glitzy heyday with the stock of a bare knuckle boxer, and able to skillfully blur parallels with today’s world disorder, nobody is taking the belt from South London’s finest. Understand that in ‘WW‘, “the game’s fake, but the pain ain’t phony“.

Cited by Kate Tempest as, “a huge influence on my life, my character and my rhyme-style“, Confucius has been carving his own echelon in the UK hip-hop landscape alongside working at a London primary school teaching the art of writing and lyricism, on top of running creative workshops for young people in his community.

A top tier collaborator who has worked with Blu and Swarvy, Verb T and Pitch 92 and Micall Parknsun and Giallo Point, Confucius earned rave reviews as one half of Old Paradice with Blah Records producer Morriarchi for last year’s ‘The Last Resort‘ EP, and on the Jehst single ‘Autumn Nights‘ at the tail-end of 2019.

Produced by: Wann Sklobi
Recorded and mixed by: Jehst at Lab Time Studios, London, UK
Mastered by: Walter Coelho at Walter Coelho Mastering, Lisbon, Portugal
Visuals by: Bee Graphics

Lyrics:

When they place you in the Figure Four
You lose faith in what the mission’s for
Contemplating what you’re living for
Caught up in the Crippler Cross Face
Eyes fixed on the screen

Looking lost in the space

I watch the news on the BBC

My heart sinks

Like as if it’s been DDTed

I’m Mick Foley

Questioning Man Kind

Are we holy?
While with every breath

The Undertaker
Digs your grave slowly
Jabroni
The game’s fake
But the pain ain’t phoney

In this Legion of Doom
Where souls will vacate lonely
The cage ain’t holding me

It’s free where I dwell
Though for some
Might as well be

Hell in a cell
It’s amazing

How we walk into the plan so well
If the champ remains the champ
Then the plan goes well

Until released from
The chains that Django held
The whole globe remains

Under Papa Shango’s spell

You play with fire
You’ll get burnt

My brother you deaf?

But still you’re frontin’
Like it’s WWF
You play with fire

You’ll get burnt
My brother you’ll see
But still you’re frontin’

Like it’s WWE

x 2

The ref’s paid off
The Boss Man’s got a screw lost
Sell your arse out

Like The Montreal Screw Job
Governed by Jerry The Kings
That toil and trouble

Listen close

You’ll hear the sounds

Of the Royals still Rumble
The fans are still humble
They’re playing along
Stand and cheer
When you play ’em a song

In this panopticon
Where Goldust
Can slip through your fingers
The Million Dollar Man

Still clings to his riches

Small ponds
And big fishes
Dealing with the type of hate
That made Sid Vicious

Real life becomes fictitious
Riddled with doubt
Make sure my voice is loud
Like Jimmy The Mouth
Regular programming scheduled
So stay in your house

All eyes on the Big Show
Beamed straight to your couch
After years of hard work

And dues paid to the circuit
In the end
Playing Macho Man
Slayed Mr. Perfect

You play with fire
You’ll get burnt
My brother you deaf?
But still you’re frontin’
Like it’s WWF
You play with fire
You’ll get burnt
My brother you’ll see
But still you’re frontin’
Like it’s WWE

x 2

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