Larwood and Koh - Lungs

Check out Larwood and Koh who are back on the bus performing ‘Lungs‘ for Wordplay Sessions. The duo bring a more jump-up style for a faster paced track, Koh throwing in some spacey sounds and Larwood impressing with dextrous flows.

Directed by: Colleen http://instagram.com/visualsbycolleen
Sound and Mix by: Rhys http://instagram.com/rg.sound and Dylan http://dylanbarber.co.uk
Produced by: Nev http://instagram.com/nev.wp
Recktangle Films: http://instagram.com/recktanglefilms

Larwood

Koh

Lyrics:

Lungs
All I got’s this air in my lungs
Little wear and tear on my Air Force One’s
I step clean when I walk and run
All I’ve got’s this air in our lungs

I’m a man and a man of my word
Never plan to reverse, nah
Never dat, never lax in a verse not a lamb in a herd, never slack – I’m a worker,
You’ll never lap me I’m further than man and I’m furthermore lacking inertia
No cap like a burqa
My notepad is the burner
Lyrics toe tags for the murder scene
Spit it with urgency
Got a knack – it’s a habit that I’ve nurtured G
Got heat – Mr. Burns bruddah third degree
I wanna be on the furthest beach
My girl in an all-black Nike bikini with the Birkenstock’s in burgundy
I go Hercules – spin any MC when I’m bursting these

Lungs
All I got’s this air in my lungs
Little wear and tear on my Air Force One’s
I step clean when I walk and run,
All we’ve got’s this air in our lungs

Air in my body
Life in the bloodstream
Fire in the booth but i don’t move slothy
Me man I grew up in Streatham like Santan
I know about ganglands but don’t know Gotti’s, Got a soul mate – I don’t know thotties
And I’m in love with the culture
Bun any ultra
Any little bigot giving hate to my donnies
Van de beek, one-two, bury that quick
Ban the racists from any atlas
Too many goals – got many hat-tricks
Allocate the cake and the cherry
That’s split with the squaddy, tight-knit
Prophecy wins
Til we breathe easy like Jay-Z, G,
I pray that they work when I’m geriatric
Said I pray that they work when I’m geriatric.

All I’ve got’s this air in my lungs
Little wear and tear in my Air Force One’s
I step clean when I walk and run
All we’ve got’s this air in our lungs

My boy called when George Floyd died
Said he’d awful nights, sleepless
Hard family meetings
Some white; some black
All of them speechless
Said his heart was reeling.
Said he felt weakened.

Fell out with a few – they couldn’t grasp his feelings
I could hardly speak and when I gasp to breathe it’s different
Privilege in pigment
Bigoted leaders
Sickening system

I read about allyship
How I could stand by him
What could I learn from her
To be actively anti this

Donate to the culture
Support black business,
Bun any ultra
Any racist inklings
Get reading Renni, Akala and Layla
Campaign for the right ones
Not the right-wing failures
Know your privilege
Work to change it
Use your lungs
Don’t get complacent

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