J Crackstar: Onto something big, I’m feeling on the brink of it / I set my goals now I feel 'em at my fingertips / It’s getting real, success is imminent / I slurred a few words, and some people seemed interested / Heart strings are plucked, emotions are instruments / I leave you moved like an immigrant / Up close and intimate, potential is infinite / I’m carving out a niche, the woodwork is intricate / Mister nice, mister so sweet and innocent / Butter wouldn’t melt, my girl’d say different / Cards are face up, there’s no bliss in ignorance / Lay wide awake with a head full of stimulants / Drank a few beers, under the influence / Little piggy penning passages of brilliance / Channeling aggression into moments of insolence / On the starting blocks, I'm just getting into it. Chorus: Grab the starter pistol, let it shoot (let it shoot) / I’ll be with you in a minute, I’m just lacing up my boots / Fashionably late, make you wait, then come through / Like “wassup, where you been? I’m always waiting for you." Imranimal: My starter pistols cocked, I'm aiming guns blazing / Firing shots at baselines, licks and drums breaking / Flavour's rum raisin, phrasing fun statements / Yeah I write quick cos I've never had the patience / But never rush, I'm clever mush, I've got a system / My formula's to crush all of you cornier rappers with diction / Call it wisdom, I think of words and then evict them / I keep it real whether it's fact or fiction / I succeeded to plan, now I plan to succeed / I'm not a quitter, I work hard, I didn't just land a degree / Push to achieve, that mentality's standard to me / Go out with belief, laugh and never admit defeat / Cos I'm a soldier, whipper-snappers listen to what I told ya / You aren't owed anything, take that chip off your shoulder / Set of jokers, you've got to graft till your older / Plan before you do to make sure your product is golden.

When there’s a shortage of some news to spill, we’ll fire up the rumour mill / We’ll let disease spill through the streets / The rats have all been whispering and everybody’s listening / Addicted to disturbing the peace / There’s disorder on the grapevine cos people like to waste time / Spreading out dirt just for kicks / It’s the he say, she say stories are replayed / With lies getting added to the mix / All you hungry little parasites who can’t suppress your appetites / And love the taste of everybody’s pain / People never seem the type but then again believe the hype / Addicted to the poison swimming in their veins / If it makes you feel superior when everybody’s hearing ya / Discussing other people and their flaws / There’s something missing in your life but I guess that it's alright / Cos my self-worth is higher than yours. Shhhhh, you wanna know a secret? / I’ll tell you everybody’s weakness / Shhhhh, you wanna know a secret? / I’ll tell you everybody’s weakness. Say what you want, I can take that (take that) / Say what you want, it’s ok / Don’t make a promise cos you’ll break that (break that) / And I won’t ever trust you again. If I tell you something, you promise you’ll tell no one else? / You’ll lock it all away and always keep it to yourself? / You’ll never share it with a single soul or sell it for the highest price / Rejecting any offers even if you think the buyer’s right? / Or would you turn into fuel to spark a fire light / As if you knew my whole entire life? / I guess you came disguised and always acted like the quiet type / I guess I missed your web of lies and never felt the spider bite / But listen close as I’m offering you my advice / If you think I’d stand for that you must be high as kites / This is something that I won’t forget like when you learn to ride a bike / This is it, you’re out, it’s your final strike.

I goes on and probably won’t stop / It goes on and on and on and on / And it probably won’t stop till the day that I drop / (At least I’ll leave something behind) / It goes on and probably won’t stop / It goes on and on and on and on / And it probably won’t stop till the day that I drop / (Welcome to the inside). I've always seen it is as a hobby and a passion, not a trend and not a fashion / Never worried where my sound sits / I've dealt with people sneering, not quite used to what hearing / Cos they miss the whole idea that it's an outlet / And I never seemed the type to fit the cliche of the hype / And of the whole entire stigma that surrounds it / When almost everybody seems to say you have to speak a certain way / And live a certain type of life, me I doubt it / So I skirt around the subject when at work or out in public / Cos I've learned it's rare that people understand / That this blank white sheet of paper is my hope and it's my saviour / How I cope and it's for me and never wrote for any fans / If I tell you what I'm doing why'd you think that's it's amusing / When it's no different to a singing in a band / When they find out how I pass the time they put me on the spot / And I get asked to rhyme like I should just do it on demand. I suppose you lose your relevance and grow out of your element / To turn into the elephant that it's in the room / Standing out against all of the younger kids but theres a fire in that belly / Where the hunger lives, so I'm confused / There’s hardly any rappers that I like amid a scene that’s full / Of spite cos everybody on the mic is insecure / No wonder that it seems strange when you meet James / And discover that he raps then you laugh cos you’re not sure / If it’s a joke or it’s a parody, apparently it has to be / When actually my sanity and strength to see with clarity / Can only come from writing this, and I’ve spent half a lifetime fighting this / I know you doubted that I’d ever be as nice as this / But I’m proud to be the underdog / David beat Goliath and I’m soon to be the one to watch / So if you meet me and discover that I rap / It’s cool, I’ll explain, relax.

Slow down this is not a race / I wanna make the world stop and wait / Put your phone down, try to concentrate / I wanna give the world a little break. Everybody slow down, this is not a race / I wanna make the world stop and wait / I’ve guess I’ve got a little too much on my plate / Like fat kids who gobble cake / Everything’s a distraction, lights, camera, action / Now it’s getting hard to concentrate / Flicking through tweets watching endless repeats / With Ross telling Rachel they were on a break / We move full speed at a constant pace / And shift between screens till it’s gotten late / So obsessed with timelines and digital lifetimes / We miss the main event, what a waste. Cps there’s too much to take in and process / I think it’s deflating my progress / Cos even as I sat down and wrote this / Ummmm, I lost focus. Now the song isn’t a hit unless the video’s viral / So I stopped spinning vinyl and signed up to Tidal / I had a whole list of idols, now they’re idle / With each getting lost as technology spiralled / I stopped tagging walls and I started tagging photos / Keeping up my status seemed to put me in a chokehold / Heartless and stone cold, getting nothing from it / Saw my ego plummet and depression hit the summit / I was scared of missing out or that my status didn’t count / Or what you had was better and I couldn’t live without / But that’s the way the world works, we all race to keep up / Told that we’re too slow and missing all the secrets / Sick of seeing highlights and wishing it was my life / Feeling like I’m too old, or too young, or too fat / Or too thin, or too this, or too that to move on / Scared of being judged if I posted a new song / So I went the other way and turned reclusive / Now my bird’s the only one to hear exclusives / Cos this world makes us constantly compete / And all I wanna do is put words to a beat. We used to use it for photos / Now it’s just a platform for promos / Selfies in the perfect light, twenty snaps to get it right / With just that one shot getting shown though / Like life’s all rainbows and sunbeams / We’ve lost touch via touch screens / Miss the way we connect like a it’s letters in a text / Encrypting the code in my bloodstream / Hoping for a like or a mention / Frustrated and can’t hold attention / But how apt, I can download an app / That helps relieves any stress and any tension.

The ghost in the room, aligned with the stars and the moon / Walk through the night, I rise at the close of the light / Slave to the dark, sunsets only mean it's the start / Alone’s where I stand, not a single other soul in the land. When the sun goes down, we sing la la la laaaaa / A whole new town, we sing la la la laaaa / This world is mine, I sing la la la laaaa / Alone, I’m fine, I sing la la la laaaa. Inspired by the city lights and roads that are paved by the moon beam / The creature of the night in his routine / While the whole world sleeps I remain wide awake with eyes glued to a blue screen / The window plays host to the infinite darkness / Fractured by the light that escapes from apartments / Can’t see an end, don’t recall when it started / No partner, all alone / I am one with this world, I am everything that’s known / I am king to a land with a shadow for a home / The blood inside it’s veins and the marrow in it's bones / A single heart beat that puts the passion in it’s soul / Silent, less the rain as it patters on the road / Pouring puddles in the shallowest of holes / A penny for my thoughts, collecting cash and gold / I ride the wave of highs and drown in crashing lows. Feel the world stop and come to a standstill / Drop the anchors and dig through the landfill / Expose the sore points, dispose of Advil / And shape all the scrap on the point of an anvil / Embrace the moment and finally feel alive / In a world of sleeping heads when the entire planet’s mine / That moment of serenity, that freeze frame in time / The island in the dark but I’m happy yeah I’m fine / I am fine, I’m good / I'm selfish, I doubt that I would share this if I could / Cos I ignite insight at midnight to search / Through this quick life in dim light and indite these words.

I did this on my own, no team mates / Every word, a little keepsake / There’s a part of me, in each take / Come inside, and have a free taste / … And that’s the philosophy / If a job’s worth doing, do it properly / I’m only speaking honestly, there’s no room for modesty / I’m feeling like this is just the start of the odyssey / The first footsteps, no budget to do things / Tied it all together with a shoe string / Each track laced up, following my mood swings / Hopping over obstacles, jumping through rings / … But that’s the way of life / If you want it then you’ve got to make it happen / And you pay the price, take advice, build it up and / Make it right, practice till it’s late at night / Take a gamble, shake the dice / Find a way to break the ice / Do the leg work, network, write until your / Head hurts like it’s gonna save your life / Then do it some more / Cos nothing comes easy of course. All work, no play / Non-stop, no breaks / Late nights, no life / Just write, all day. x2 The jack of all trades, the lone ranger / The one man army, the sole trader / Cos I think it, write it and practice it / Record it and mix it and master it / Always stay passionate, there’s no room for passiveness / No second best, won’t settle if it's adequate / The caffeine kick advocate, with a buzzing in his ear drums / Popping pro-plus from the cabinet / The all rounder, the handyman / The director shooting films on a handy-cam / The artist, the writer, the thinker, the dreamer / Who drew his own blueprint, the guy who had a plan / And there’s the start / The actor who played every part / Who sacrificed time, and who gave to the art / The music that came from the heart.