DELE SOSIMI : We encourage all those lovely people that love to not be normal Wake up seven in the morning Go to work with your tie, coat Come back 5 o clock in the evening Have dinner Watch TV Go to bed do the same thing again NO! I wanna get up at around 11 O Clock Hit Passing Clouds around midnight Start performing 1.30 in the morning and finish about 5 o clock in the morning Because we are creatiive minds When the moon comes out Your creative juices start to flow And if they deny us this What is the point of existing? Dizraeli: Being relegated to your margins We soar over your scene We’ve got Ellington for company And the wide woodland green We’re coming for your mind hello hello We’re coming for your mind hello hello Coming for your mind Seen as you Saw it fit to relegate us to the sidelines We’re sweeping up the board And none of you can recline We will not be ignored Coming thru the walls Ahuh! Hello hello Coming thru the carpet Hello hello We’re coming thru the walls Hello hello Coming for your mind Hello hello I can feel it running through the back of your earphones It’s electric, it’s electric I can feel it through the top of your skull It’s electric, it’s electric Ooohhhhhh You are in a captive state honey And I am in the soil and soul The soil and soul But I can make you sleep I can make you tall I can make you here now I can make you sleep I can make you tall I can make you here now Cos we’re coming thru the walls hello hello Coming thru the carpet We are coming thru the walls baby We are coming Coming for your mind We are coming for your mind… We are coming for your mind… We are coming for your mind… We are coming for your mind… We are coming for your mind… It’s electric it’s electric it’s electric…. It’s electric it’s electric it’s electric…. It’s electric it’s electric it’s electric…. It’s electric it’s electric it’s electric….

THE KID still an animal still an animal… shake… still an animal Conjuring Santa Conjuring flying saucers Eye of a sorceror wide portal for fire waters Magic rain Reindeer for the sleigh Imagination He gave em mysterious names Poo Bum and Popa Pola Masher and Boa Powered by hocus pocus Kicking the chimneys over Santa milks em every morning, he fills up a vase Bangs his elbow And trickles the milk on his face Get with the programme yo It's exceptionally simple the Kid is a wizard, the game is conceptual pinball Anything's thin kable When yr a kiddywinkle Before God tells us we're sinful Pre-sex and a pimple We blaze from the faintest of inklings Flame takes to the kindling and the fire's lit He sprays 5D phrases in wing-dings Angels with chromium wings blink at the sight of it The kid And here's a honeybomb for anyone who'll listen the renaissance is under four foot tall And he's never heard of money or of fiction The kid is gonna blow your mind Firing honeybombs and wild contradiction The renaissance is popping off the wall He couldn't give a frig for your career moves The kid is gonna blow your mind My son is an alien Twin suns in the spaces in his skull Swims air like a space station Warps time like a crazy crazy black hole My boy is a strange one He’s teaching me to become a man By flinging his banana juice at my shoes By singing like a red hot vandalous cantankerous broken amp Flocks of electric orca swim through him when he touches water And as he dries off His eyes are following the flightpaths of crocodile gods From where he was before My son wasn’t born in any hospital He sprang from a fireplace in Tours In a too-hot winter Look he’s got maps for the end of the world in him They’re coded in the smears in his nappies Wild deer stampede down the tear tracks on his cheeks Bruce Lee in a loin cloth My boy’s got two teeth in his gums Two teeth… And with them he snags beauties by the eyeload I know no-one like my son Strange one / alien The kid And here's a honeybomb for anyone who'll listen the renaissance is under four foot tall And he's never heard of money or of fiction The kid is gonna blow your mind Firing honeybombs and wild contradiction The renaissance is popping off the wall He couldn't give a frig for your career moves The kid is gonna blow your mind Blow your mind…. he’s gna blow your mind…. blow your mind

HOLY HOLY Are you serious? / I have a mind full of mischief from the science periods When mr malone went bright vermillion trying to teach idiots Many moons before I hung my shame on my sex and my privilege Before we became mice minded men with kiddywinks Before Nick went /  Before time dimmed your brilliance Back When we huddled round cigarettes like moons And cassettes passed hands full of punk and wu tang clan tunes The refrain we’d say was Oi mate Oi mate! This is Eden / the funfair's in for a day / in for a day then the council comes to whisk it away leaving a litter strewn park and half a stick of candy floss the kids are randy / Lost they're splitting tabs  and jostling for a lick of mandy They're off their tits and amped up somebody stick a ramp up they're boshing Lynx from out the lid  and Bob's too pissed to stand up Stacy hold him back / he's starting on older lads Doing his Hulk impression up and down the cul de sac Callum's teaching me to roll a fag it's skills for life lesson five Lesson six - trying to get inside those polyester tights I'm in love with Bex tonight / She's wearing a Rug Rats T shirt the soundtrack is vomit, with poppers for the reverb What a crock of creatures we were Seeds of gods and goddesses Posh kids mixed in with the sons of cleaners Newly conscious of our penises but not our limits All of us rocked the Wu Tang / Nobody got the lyrics Very accomplished mimics though / still in the gleam of after Birth we learn the shape of words / Fill in the meaning after And it is holy holy these are the stones that know me Leave em alone and never move them I have built a shrine and it is holy holy These are the roads that growed me I'll take em with me to the finish line Finish line All of it holy holy these are the stones that know me Leave em alone and never move them I have built a shrine and it is holy holy These are the roads that growed me I'll take em with me to the finish line Finish line Portrait of the artist as a young eejit Ornate as a vase sits full of dumb secrets Always getting arsey with my mum she is Saintly. Patient. Believing Giving me love, applauding all my shaky-brained achievements Making sure that there's a kitchen full of baked potato steam For me to ride my Raleigh back to every sacred evening Gravy stained my T shirt. We called dinner supper My mama lived through struggle so she aimed for middle upper We repaid her nicking stuff from Clifton that we could've bought And Toby taught the ways of mischief to his little brother Playing knockout ginger. Blims of hash up in the sock draw Dominic had cable so we watched porn learning rude German there at number fourteen,  However small it seems, nothing's deeper than your story Cos it is holy holy these are the stones that know me Leave em alone and never move them I have built a shrine and it is holy holy These are the roads that growed me I'll take em with me to the finish line Finish line And it is holy holy these are the stones that know me Leave em alone and never move them I have built a shrine and it is holy holy These are the roads that growed me I'll take em with me to the finish line Finish line And if you see him up there tell him mickey finn’s closed Tell him I’m still looking in at windows  trying to write raps & metaphors Tell him griptape doesn’t scuff my daps anymore And Stokes Croft is covered in coffee shops like coldsores Tell him Eddie still never calls up, but it is all love Tell him kids smashed the storefront singing my chorus How d’you like them onions? Tell him I may never break through / but we’ll go for a fuckoff massive skate if I do It’s all holy.

OH MY BABY BOY Oh my baby boy Oh my baby boy We’ve waited for ya We’ve waited for you Oh my baby boy Oh my baby boy We’ve waited for ya We’ve waited for you And now you’re here the rose ain’t rotten and now you’re here there’s deeper shades and now you’re here the rose ain’t rotten and everything has found its final place Oh my baby boy Oh my baby boy We’ve waited for ya We’ve waited for you And now you’re here the rose ain’t rotten and now you’re here there’s deeper shades and now you’re here the rose ain’t rotten and everything has found its final place and everything has found its final place Oh my baby boy Oh my baby boy We’ve waited for ya We’ve waited for you