North London’s Natty Wylah drops the title track from his new ‘Bruce‘ mixtape, set for release on 5th March via Gecky Records.
‘Bruce’ follows a string of thought-provoking releases from Natty as he continues to impress with his inspired storytelling ability that regularly confronts social issues and ideas of identity and ambition.
Linking up with Brixton producer Srigala, ‘Bruce’ sees Natty reflect on his defiance in the face of conformity and the pressures he’s come up against in his artistic journey.
With Srigala providing ambience with uptempo percussion, ‘Bruce’ is expansive and dreamlike, yet protects Natty’s razor-sharpness. The mixtape release is set to include past essentials and brand new material, emphasising Natty as an artist in his own lane with an undeniable talent.
“Yeah we’re under one heaven, under one roof/Look in my eyes – they don’t know about truth/ All I know about this tryna figure out roots/ Got me feeling like…got me feeling like BRUCE…“
Finding influence from jazz, grime, post-punk and the surreal, his unique sound has gained the attention of Gilles Peterson, Jamz Supernova, Toddla T, Don Letts and Tom Robinson, and been touted as one of Amazing Radio’s ‘Tips for 2021’.
When asked about the release Natty expounded, “Bruce was written from a place of pensiveness yet p!ssed-off urgency. I speak of defiance and a refusal to be boxed in, covering themes of self-discovery and reflecting on the world through fiction: the metaphor as truth, empowerment through inner-strength and navigating illusions. I want to remind us that no matter the semantics, the antics, your religion or creed; we’re in alliance against the discrimination and evil: ‘I don’t know about gendered gods: just kings and queens we people”.
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Lyrics
Horizon line on my cuticle,
The sun will rise and the moon will fall
All these little things so beautiful
Dreamer, lucid, all
These edges blurred I climb the ledge
Railings; precipitate
Palms are clam, there muscling
And hermit crab I’m changing state.
We all make mistakes
Child of the moon I’m home away
Don’t mind my eyes they’re swathed in silk
Bathed in golden lakes.
Caligraphy: ink drips it stains it black
I fold these pages intricacies
And pray ion cranes not building flats
These sacred wings been more than clipped
Our tapered futures claim it back
Confused with all of this
I find solace in scripts and painting tracks
I figured it’s time in the pipe-line like wriggling rats
Its brimming with flavours bangers and mash
smothered in gravy drizzling swag
Still raw like grazes
Know the time like Dali’s clock
Here another man call me Jackie
Have to pull up like pardon what?
You can call me Brucey
Jeet Kwan-Do yeah my style is not
My style is (free) my style is (bad)
My style don’t fit in your rahtid box.
(You must be like water)
With the tide feel the pull from the moon
(Splashing I ain’t ever gonna fit in your box)
Got me feeling like H gimme space gimme room
(Well You must be like water_)
True true true…
Yeah were under one heaven under one roof
Look in my eyes they don’t know about truth
All I knows about this tryna figure out roots
Got me feeling like… got me feeling like bruce.
Can’t you see were blessed
Black and white yin-yang mind like Eschers’
That’s metamorphosis
Under cloaks like Harry Houdini
When I die disappearing trick
Still here but the eyes won’t see me
I’m vanishing moving dimensions freely ayo
Oil slick superfluous
See the beauty in the mundane
Sometimes I see clear as crystals
Feel like Lou reed on a Sunday
Til its all falling
Like Hito Steryl
Horizon line I feel it all spinning
Its a matter of spirit tryna keep it all level
It’s not straight it’s beveled
Slipping and sliding towards it
Here on the Hispaniola
Guess I gotta ride this vortex
And Poseidon pissed off
Cyanide slides in saucers
With the blind man Pew
Tryna Long John Silver the fortunes
But this life is gorgeous
Though I been trialed and tested
Fed up external searching truth is hidden inside intestines
Labyrinths – Hansel Gretlin
Tryna figure where the threads been
Left trace Ariadne’s steps acceptance
fates written in my DNA … woven.
(You must be like water)
With the tide feel the pull from the moon
(Splashing I ain’t ever gonna fit in your box)
Got me feeling like H gimme space gimme room
(Well You must be like water_)
True true true…
Yeah were under one heaven under one roof
Look in my eyes they don’t know about truth
All I knows about this tryna figure out roots
Got me feeling like… got me feeling like bruce.
I pity your form, Metatron’s Cube im taking off
Ain’t confined to the layers of skin
I reside in planets and cosmic dust
I reside in rocks.
I feel this Brahman
Got my mumzies minerals deep
Stuck in my sternum locked.
Tryna open heart
Spread wings still guzzling fluoride
‘Cos they put it in the water tanks
Til your drizzling thoughts are washed
Your pineal dead your cerebral rot.
Like all this clot!
Lord bless us with the caustic soda
Tryna make all the stagnance stop.
Dealing with banks and bots
These crooks in suits
How they make a human so ugly
Don’t be fooled by the Grenson boots
See reality in Orwells’ fiction
Metaphors that’s the perfect truth
I make art so my Mumzy loves me
Putting in work when I’m inside the booth
Can’t you see that shining
That’s something I won’t claim on Ego
Je n’ai c’est quia: that’s Prana
See the energy we got it by the Kilo’s
Fate: it’s the way – Inshallah
Flow – where it goes, only he knows
I don’t know about gendered Gods
Just Kings and Queens we people.
(You must be like water)
With the tide feel the pull from the moon
(Splashing I ain’t ever gonna fit in your box)
Got me feeling like H gimme space gimme room
(Well You must be like water_)
True true true…
Yeah were under one heaven under one roof
Look in my eyes they don’t know about truth
All I knows about this tryna figure out roots
Got me feeling like… got me feeling like bruce.
(You must be like water)
With the tide feel the pull from the moon
(Splashing I ain’t ever gonna fit in your box)
Got me feeling like H gimme space gimme room
(Well You must be like water_)
True true true…
Yeah were under one heaven under one roof
Look in my eyes they don’t know about truth
All I knows about this tryna figure out roots
Got me feeling like… got me feeling like bruce.