Eeeeeeeasy now people. Been a while but i'm gonna post the rest of my rhymes basicly:

This is all my verses from the subtle swords EP, my new EP Distraction (which will be ready next month) and a spare one just for fun. The rest of the rhymes off the action EP and Line one spoken word word album are in earlier posts down the bottom. Its a veritable wordfest.

Hope you enjoy reading, get at me with any feedback or if you want to make music or whatever:

(stowawayetc@hotmail.co.uk myspace.com/stowawaybeats /stowawayspokenword)

Peas.

Stowaway.

Distraction EP intro

I’m back like a boomerang/rep where my shoes are at/smooth on tracks/

big picture vision like google maps/this is for my thinkers, hazy day drinkers,

kids on the brink thinkin difference is a sickness/not sprinting to the finish on some internet fame thing/the long games a strange thing/I blaze a vain kid/I made this from zero, swingin like a drunken hero/jumpin in your earlobe, drums smuggled in my beard yo/

far from straight and narrow drop the agro and the paro to be less selfish and reveal who myself is/no sleep for days, raves, pills and the thrill of the chase then catch me under full moons swimming in lakes/these are cynical days/you want beef? griddle a steak then get

me a veggie burger and forget your sermon/vex your circle, flex the worst text you hearda/the pressure in my head is murder/lost my mind bad but now i’ve got it wired back/eyes black with mist the abyss stares back/ I face facts, thrive in the frost, survival at cost, my minds like th eislkand from lost/try and stop him get dropped in the action/i’m good glad you asked kid i’m nearing the answers/heres a distraction.

Scofield styles

Spillin on the daily its ill bill bailey, might of heard i’m sorta weird with words caught in my beard/don’t think I mean it? best go check your hearing/catch me sippin beers in a woodland clearing and spitting til i’m tired/in the trees like a forest fire/acknowledge i’m the bandit taxing your language, brandishing slang that you can’t understand kid/ I don’t blend in step to my pen and i’ll end it/like MK fatalaties MCs mad at me cause i’m about rhyming over pose and stylin/fresh angles stashed in the sampler/ S is for stowaway I mess with the throwaway/ nothin but the raw words, eyein all sorts of birds/scoping out the scene so my getaway is clean/battling with no shield/only what my flow yield/ten steps ahead of the game like michael schofield/you’re not gonna catch me, your styles too patchy/I throw a tomohawk like apache and smash teeth/i’m mad grief you can’t handle a gram of me/bad news for rappers like cancer in your family tree/slammin these out with a louisville slugger take a chance with my avalanche and get caught under us/i’m out late hunting rappers with a blunderbuss, I catch em all slackjawed wide eyed with wonderment.

Good news

We move in therough a plume of smoke/just to cruise and joke and booze with folk/blue lagoon mood: slip in and soak/soothe your tired bones guys and lose the gripes its all fine/grab your girl a tall wine, sip rum and unwind/we keep the style well laid back for those who pay tracks and blaze sacks to forget the day they had/amen to that/its the lest likely rhyme spritely kid hit the nib nightly/ steppin on the set like 2mex meets hugh hef/were too fresh for your average listener/its the phantom visitor, jazz figure, pad enigma/hit em with that easy sound, even roid heads are sat back chattin now, thats how it happens yep/we crate dig in a moonlit oasis/we don’t aim for hits, check their faces when we play this/A-list rappers get slapped by what we came with/not changin the game just putting shame on these vain kids/

So face it you’ve got 2 choices: chill or chill/BFT chopped it nice and i’ll spill some skill/we keep building til the vibes right plus were often superfly like bluebottles dodging kryptonite/

so face it weve got you dudes in a good mood/the samples wrangle anger plus the drums are too smooth so get your faces unscrewed just move/its pointless tryin to avoid the tune/ were all up in the room like good news.

So if your sipping fine wine or down in council flats with mounds of hash we got the jam for your bash and raps without the cash/without the brash attitude/just a stack of loops/approachable blokes at open mic, thats what us folk are like/ we play hard but don’t play like we’re hard, I spit honest, knowledge chronicle they’ll keep my brain in a jar/on the day that I pass i’ll leave em craving for answers, diggin in the clay round my grave for some more bars/mars or snickers you can take your pic kids hope your not after twixes cause we took the biscuit/this bits writ just for high jinx and silliness so get less serious if your sippin drinks or fixin spliffs/maybe both do your own thing anyway/a steady spray of rhymes and beats on th edaily its ill bill bailey and J, you still don’t know what hit ya/book us for your party, wedding or bahmitzvah.

So face it you’ve got 2 choices: chill or chill/BFT chopped it nice and i’ll spill some skill/we keep building til the vibes right plus were often superfly like bluebottles dodging kryptonite/

so face it weve got you dudes in a good mood/the samples wrangle anger plus the drums are too smooth so get your faces unscrewed just move/its pointless tryin to avoid the tune/ were all up in the room like good news.

Rorschach’s mask

Its the prime-time showbiz flow sick rorscach’s mask view/i pass through unnoticed, back and more focused/cracking at it hammer and tongs, hammer out plans with my tongue, travel the land back to the sampler when i’m done/sprung out the coffin 48 hour lock in/boozefest whos best? I bang my beats against a brick wall/ dance to cancer tones clavicle bone snap sample/too many angles to fathom: random/extreme confusion, dreams delusions conclude and leave swiftly, nah you just missed me/hands and heart of stone take your plans apart and trash your flows/dirty urchin/bled mercury in a churchyard/learn th ehard way and take no notice, hes hopeless/stayin up all night chewin mics til my teeths broken/tryin to make this something you can feel as a real notion/peel back the layers of what i’m sayin to reveal emotion/statue smasher raps, atlas shoulder status holder/sick spits from an invalids gizzard/flow so harsh it slows the harvest/ so bang your heads til your eyes fall out like them joke glasses/the snow passes i’m stading the same/rain lashing savage at my ageing frame/replace my name, unique shapes in his DNA framework, the kid himself can’t figure how his brain works/insane smirk, rooftop view of the chaos, I stay lost say a seance and watch your face drop/he slew fables, chewed through the cables then exit with a spring in his step like new trainers/pace through unbalanced your none of a challenge/cassette tape case shaped blade waved with malice/the bad acid flashback rap/boundless grim, only way to escape: cut yourself out your skin/ best pixelate my face for your own sake/before i rain ash and hate throughout your cityscape/ they made it look real but its really fake/middle fingers to the system since a punk at a young age/you’ll never be the same is what my doc said, too many thoughts in his orbit, its a wonder that hes not dead/in love with his therapist: teen hormopnes plus meds/ghost process/stow no less.

What kind of fool am I?

She tried to save me from my laziness and effigy to lethargy/with hindsight I find light shined on what was best for me and see now how I let stress get the best of me/its clear now that she was right to let it rest in peace/now I don’t recognize that mess as me/never stress relief but now i’m rested from a heavy sleep/its best that were apart now, a dark cloud lifts from your doorstep/we all get better with time at taking steps in our lives and fending off stress that makes a mess in our minds/and I regret every fight cause not one of em was worth it, I run to the bridge then remember that I burnt it/one of many new things i’m learning/wary of the surface after a slip we lack grip it wont feel like a safezone even if they say so/I miss those days when i’m at your station on my way home/what kind of fool am I making you low?/I still miss your face when I change trains on my way home.

Inverse optimist

Storing my thoughts’d cause an average man blindness/no shade in existence to depict how dark my mind is/jotting down my findings, scribbling on lizardskin/awake til i’m dead: fresh, chewing live pirana flesh/its a sorry mix like religion with politics, laughing in a cave catching bats in my teeth/speak much too vivid lines needles in a feeble mind/bad decisions every second with no learning lessons/nuff pessimism to stop the world working/ smirking to myself daydreaming of destruction/can’t function sober so I guess its game over in a cold dark labyrinth, I claw my way out of it/ring cycle curse kid climbing out the well vexed/copy this disc else you know whats coming next, pass it to a friend its th eonly way to save em/my full moon behaviour casts doubt on your saviours/I’m on the take like clay davis, Ravin/corrupt like politicians heads full of cash and ladies/sall gravy doubters catch the meat and 2 veg/enough grief for 2 heads I teeter on the edge/ I stay hidden like the citizens in dark days/ an ugly figure like gorilla with a shark’s face/ cause this could all go one of 2 ways anyone could lose it in these hollow days and end up on a front page/too sick for docs to fix/inverse optimist/went to every church and turned over every crucifix/ruthless and sick how I can’t stop when I want to/gumshoe mindstate: drink smoke and spy dames/groundhog day time frame: feels like i’m living dead/swimming through the tar and broken glass to lay down my head/my daily breads a housebrick and a pint of gin/I lie in puking blades out my tired face. high on hate.

Syllaballistics (subtle swords verse)

Its the hermit wordsmith/verb splurger/awkward worder/talking surgeon/store more power than corporate mergers, sort to burn ya/my name draped in flame shapes say “stowaway” and your brain breaks/ i’m stuck in the same place still dropping with rain grace like (rain sound) til my brain aches/ live from inside poseidon, life as I find it, skies are a deep violet/I keep smiling despite the fact this grey race of rats got my faith draining fast/I hear the fear in your voice and glare back rant over bass kicks and snare snaps/ its bear trap, beware that kid, he just might snap and flip his lid/spill ink form the nib, sink your ship like a giant squid/ 8 arms round taking your whole scheme down sporting a mean frown that gleams off my brow/more brass than 6 big bands no class like drunk punk fans/ no audition for the position tactician on cynicism missions/the rhythm is sick man like dick van up in the place investigating: diagnosis stowaway/no quest for fame I came displaying my best of brain the rest get frayed your best just let it escalate/won’t rest til I reign/suit dressed like a waiter testing my patience/get left in a crater/i’m a razor shaped wraith unshakeable/my faiths debatable, these days stay fake like inflatables/got ideas by the bootfull just in case they come in useful, you’ll see em one day on display in a museum/ got the wrong phrases to say and beats if you need em/got carried away with myself its day 12 in the big sto house and all hells breaking loose/dudes watching changing rooms on acid the decors sheer madness: near classic/its like a bachelor pad that dracula had/drasticly bad, faster than fads, actually planned, naturally rad.

On company time (subtle swords)

I dwell inside a clockwork dickensian nightmare spititng 6 shades of yellow bricks to build roads from/we thrive just to spite the silence: defiant/chilling days spilling page with the lungs of a giant/thousand yard stare, city limitless/split infinitives like atoms then I crash em like drunk drivers, we smash it liver than casualties on friday nights: confused bruised, boozed dudes with slices from knife fights/its not right nice, luckily the beat is, spot daylife and nightlife and spit a modern thesis/ were not teh star types: sell you discs if you meet me keep this on a CD to grab if your computer crash/slapdash styleathon, mile long tails backs in word traffic/spit spastic verbal tactic afyer the herbal magic/lung interface takes place pace change/hazy pad stabber: fingers like charles mingus/check the reference were making dates with papermates/we catch Zs while you flash your keys, catching these lines live from my mind like they’re butterflies/stow verbal surgeon a third of the subtle guys/the dapper danger face the suave skillness just gimme a mic and a beat and i’ll kill this, style cheerless/its like some alkies with no booze, fiends with no crack or fat kids with no food/my pad peruse bad news in pursuit of sad truths.

were on stormy seas forming these days we step through/best beware be prepared get a high tech suit to pipe clean air through/you remember fruit it used to grow round about when the skies were blue and we had even less to frown about/you can find it on the ground for nowt/munch it when your clownin out, going about your day like when there was daylight, before the second year one/before we flew to space to place an artificial sun put or dates aside to slide the calendar back to day one/back when you could go outside and stick out your tongue without it turning numb or feeling burning in your lungs/the fucks become of us? we used to try and kid ourselves we were civilised/we glamorised living lies, tortured skies from corporate crime we live in night: the sun does not deliver light/sinister guys marginalize/its slave wage til day break, faith shaken, stay awake: heavy breathing counting sheep and jailbreaks/failsafe mechanism trailblaze decked in rhythm stalemate with deft precision we have a winner/opponents groan overthrown stow flown overblown/over grow like moss over some old stone walls/kids got some balls no pause no stall no fraud low score/ grow naught in bank vault walls/live from th efuture unwritten the flawed figure: spitting cynical scripts we winners, anti-religious figures ripping rizlas and grabbing 8ths to thank mother nature for the blessing/we place faith in the seasons it may all change in a breeze’n we in a warm spell all hell breaks loose again/but not yet : we still got time to change the end.

In our nature (subtle swords)

Its the expedition kid spitting lyrics off of tree tops/tropic river swimmers sitting picking little leaches off/seems a good spot, lets get specimens of everything/our first port of call the waterfall so we can get a drink/rhyme forestry we grew this ourselves/12 bars of flow before you know your deep in the undergowth/organically grown poems/rainfalls my metronome/camo skintone/matching with the chloroplasts/outlasting every other species of wordsmith, you get burned if you try stepping without these genetics/flexing like a new branch perusing the plants and fruits/all over the track like ants/how fresh is my safari suit?/catch us smoking leaves through a bark pipe on dark nights or chillin on some coral putting bets up on a shark fight/its in my nature to create art like the way a rare kind of orchid thrives high up on a mountainside out of sight

hyper gene spliced writers rhyming natural science/best believe my 16s’ll leave em seemin primeval/its like a great white bite clampin ya/55 flight high tarantula/my stance above your heads like cobwebs

Green fingered seed slingers downing roots and sprouting shoots/my brainbox serene as a rainforest stream/we dream schemes hopin to be out in th eopen just to spit for every thinkin head from privet hedge to riverbed.

Hook:

nature boys like Rick Flair spit earth water fire air/we dare to keep it movin/evolution students/its always fruitful whenever we branch out uniquest of species conceivable hands down

The worth of boast worlds (subtle swords)

Mate, i’m smashed up like a shipwreck/dashing round with a big net, tryin to get every female frame in the place in the same bed/make your date look braindead/mate fuck your new car/you girls all eyes and ears cause were more interesting than you are/think he took it too far/troubles gonna happen next/subtle stow stay vexed with counterculture for your tape deck/some’ll wanna gripe cause they don’t think I sound right I just stay doin myself like a frustrated housewife/on your last last nerve /rebel with a stack of words/ahead of the curve/I read your blurb it was dead words/I put in leg work keep kickin til heads hurt/my text turns clothespegs to faberge eggs/alchemist of old I stay gold with the language/slang which turns your grey matter into cabbage/get ravaged, i’m well clumsy smashin every track/ranting til i’m blue faced/stole doctor gonzo’s suitcase/I stay on the road breaking cages and secret codes/Kerouac mindstate the worlds my fuckin oyster mate/royston vasey types with small minds get frightened/enlightened by thoughts as we head for your borders/rawkus but not for labels we stay unstable now all your able to do is cradle your cranium were slayin em with scraps of paper and pencils cause cats repeat the same same same like a stencil/its a little somethin more dense for your mental so sink in you dentals and lets go/its preyes and stow your new favourites but you don’t know yet/we get you buzzing like and early morning cigarette/playing with a stacked deck, bluffing, placing mad bets/until we come back you cats ain’t seen nothin yet

Hook:

Its the slacker patter: 2 cynics spitting somethin different/were making dudes look useless like limping ninjas/instant winners steady scratching for the jackpot/rapping lots of patterns you just have to take your hats off/thje slacker patter, were not stuck up we just have manners/fuck up your works like a whole bag of spanners/town planners busy building statues in our likeness/we might just do your minds in with our scribings.