ExP
We once rapped on beats on the Bradford streets/
It didn’t lack police and no1 packed the heat/
Hash was cheap; we never had to blag to eat/
Change jingled in my jeans like a tambourine/
Rap was dreams,
I spat with an American accent kid/
Filthy Rich told me to pack it in/
So I had no choice but to use my own voice/
Now I cringe at the old recordings and rejoice/
I made a change, watched the others fade away/
No days the same,
I’m dope
but that’s not what the neighbour’s say/
“turn your music down I’m trying to sleep”/
And so am I, and if I can’t then I’m writing to beats/

JND
I write my piece on life that’s everyday /
And I speak my mind to every mate /
I dream to rhyme on every stage /
And this very day / you saw me tell it straight /

And to those who came and watched the show /
Giving props; I hope they know /
It feeds the fire increasing more /
As we try and take the scene by storm /

Chorus

Didn’t you know
It’s spittin these flows
That gives us/
A smidgen of hope
Didn’t you know

Didn’t you know
Musicians are dope
They give us/
A script to be wrote
Didn’t you know

Didn’t you know
It’s spittin these flows
That gives us/
A smidgen of hope
Didn’t you know

Didn’t you know
We did it ya know
Shit no
they didn’t know

JND

I got to stay full of hope, and I know that we’re pushing loads /
But it doesn’t mean that other folks /
Are into it, our genre is a mix of which /
Ll’transcend generations pretty quick /

Music we live to, music we write to /
It’s formed to invite you; a cause to inspire you /
It’s Sunday night practice /
Blood, sweat and tears; plus us unsigned bandits /

Come find your bandwidth snatched on the website /
You’re not coke addicts but you’re gaggin’ for the next line /
Run place red; like Aphex mash-up /
Funk raids

Love Praise

ExP

Made in Bradford/
Chasing after fans, playing catch up/
Cos major labels throw cash at faking actors/
We hate the bastards; to make it past em/
We smile to cameras till jaws ache and that son/
Premise is this, cos we’re endin this shit
We’re not money grabbers like Sven Goren-Erikson is/
We’ll do a benefit gig, not a tenner for it/
With no exposure, how we gonna then win a Brit?//

Chorus

Didn’t you know
It’s spittin these flows
That gives us/
A smidgen of hope
Didn’t you know

Didn’t you know
Musicians are dope
They give us/
A script to be wrote
Didn’t you know

Didn’t you know
It’s spittin these flows
That gives us/
A smidgen of hope
Didn’t you know

Didn’t you know
Musicians are dope
They give us/
A script to be wrote
Didn’t you know

Didn’t you know
It’s spittin these flows
That gives us/
A smidgen of hope
Didn’t you know

Didn’t you know
We did it ya know
Shit no
they didn’t know