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No Man Curse
03:20
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Rose up out of the ashes, I took a thousand lashes (yeah!)
Won’t find another like me if you whipped up a thousand batches (nah!)
I know that I ain’t been active but the resounding fact is
Melly ain’t one of them clouty rappers
This takes hours of Shaolin practice
Brudda I’m seasoned, it gets long when I’m squeezing
I bully the beat for no reason
They’re like "Mel calm down, go easy"
They don’t get how I sound so greazy (Melly!)
Cause I been taking my time, just waiting for mine
Never snaking or hating on guys
It’s like I’m bleeding my truth when I speak in the booth
Right now I got a vein full of rhymes
On my knees in a puddle of blood
All for the sins I was covering up
I was on roll till I ran out of luck
Far from the man that I wanna become
Had to give it up like kicking a drug
Now I feel blessed and I’m doubling up
They say the old me caused trouble enough, yeah?
Well watch this then, look
Who God bless no man curse (bow!)
The greatest lesson I’ve learned (uh huh!)
They tried to rest me in dirt (yeah!)
But the father kept me in first (first!)
All my stress be reversed
All my debts reimbursed (brrr brrr!)
Who God bless no man curse (yeah!)
Who God bless no man curse, yeah
Who God bless no man curse (no one!)
The greatest lesson I’ve learned (greatest!)
They tried to rest me in dirt (dirt!)
But the father kept me in first (ah yeah!)
All my stress be reversed (what!?)
All my debts reimbursed (skrrr!)
Who God bless no man curse (brrr!)
Who God bless no man curse (brrr brrr!)
A'ight, I said no man curse
Can’t judge me I own my dirt
Woulda thought that I help guys cheat on tests from the way that I show man work
Lit up the page when I wrote my verse
Hit up the stage “I know man merked”
I seen a good yout turn to a let down
If I’m being real, I don’t know what’s worse (mad ting!)
Nah, I don’t know what’s sadder
Maybe when kids turn cold in the manor
Taking the piss, no holding their bladder
Taking a risk for some Dolce Gabbana.. (bling!)
Reckless tryna show that they’re badder
It’s all good till the yout gets had up, bad up, stab up, now he can’t stand up
Ran from the light but he still got tan up (ching ching!)
Overstand
That’s been the story for loads of man
We’re tryna get rid of these knives but pride be the deadliest weapon that’s known man
Been sharing the truth with an open hand
While the rest stay shook like a soda can
It’s funny how the opps wanna know my plans (brrr brrr!)
Well check this then, look
Who God bless no man curse (bow!)
The greatest lesson I’ve learned (uh huh!)
They tried to rest me in dirt (yeah!)
But the father kept me in first (first!)
All my stress be reversed
All my debts reimbursed (brrr brrr!)
Who God bless no man curse (yeah!)
Who God bless no man curse, yeah
Who God bless no man curse (no one!)
The greatest lesson I’ve learned (greatest!)
They tried to rest me in dirt (dirt!)
But the father kept me in first (ah yeah!)
All my stress be reversed (what!?)
All my debts reimbursed (skrrr!)
Who God bless no man curse (brrr!)
Who God bless no man curse (brrr brrr!)
Who God bless no man curse (bow!)
The greatest lesson I’ve learned (uh huh!)
They tried to rest me in dirt (yeah!)
But the father kept me in first (first!)
All my stress be reversed
All my debts reimbursed (brrr brrr!)
Who God bless no man curse (yeah!)
Who God bless no man curse, yeah
Who God bless no man curse (no one!)
The greatest lesson I’ve learned (greatest!)
They tried to rest me in dirt (dirt!)
But the father kept me in first (ah yeah!)
All my stress be reversed (what!?)
All my debts reimbursed (skrrr!)
Who God bless no man curse (brrr!)
Who God bless no man curse (brrr brrr!)
(Who God bless no man curse
The greatest lesson I’ve learned
They tried to rest me in dirt
But the father kept me in first
All my stress be reversed
All my debts reimbursed
Who God bless no man curse
Who God bless no man curse, yeah
Who God bless no man curse
The greatest lesson I’ve learned
They tried to rest me in dirt
But the father kept me in first
All my stress be reversed
All my debts reimbursed
Who God bless no man curse
Who God bless no man curse)
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Casa Amor
03:08
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I spun the game like "Fam, are you sure?"
Came out the blue like Casa Amor
No ding dong when I’m crashing your door
These bruddas ain’t sick, what you gassing 'em for?
Me and my gang ain’t handling raw
But still lowkey we ain’t fans of the law
Giving up hope ain’t even a option
Drillers on smoke, got hands on the four
I spun the game like "Fam, are you sure?"
Came out the blue like Casa Amor
No ding dong when I’m crashing your door
These bruddas ain’t sick, what you gassing 'em for?
Me and my gang ain’t handling raw
But still lowkey we ain’t fans of the law
Giving up hope ain’t even a option
Drillers on smoke, got hands on the four (bow bow bow!)
What? Nah Melly weren’t shook
Came out the blue like "Hello, what’s good?"
You don’t want a verse from me, I’m nasty
Dump on your beat like elephant poop
Big footprint when I’m stepping on foot
When I touchdown make everyone look
I spun the game when I gave out tapes
Them 0'10 packs got everyone hooked (oi come here!)
Dangerous
I don’t know why they wan play with us (why?)
They never struggled the same as us (never)
They wasn’t bumping the train with us (missing)
My brudda was stressing I told him relax
I know that God ain’t forsaken us
It’s only to strengthen the faith in us
Now we on top of the game couldn’t make this up
I spun the game like "Fam, are you sure?"
Came out the blue like Casa Amor
No ding dong when I’m crashing your door
These bruddas ain’t sick, what you gassing 'em for?
Me and my gang ain’t handling raw
But still lowkey we ain’t fans of the law
Giving up hope ain’t even a option
Drillers on smoke, got hands on the four
I spun the game like "Fam, are you sure?"
Came out the blue like Casa Amor
No ding dong when I’m crashing your door
These bruddas ain’t sick, what you gassing 'em for?
Me and my gang ain’t handling raw
But still lowkey we ain’t fans of the law
Giving up hope ain’t even a option
Drillers on smoke, got hands on the four (bow bow bow!)
What? Like fam are you loopy?
These man will leave blood on your Gucci
Tryna get away, start living my movie
Catching a tan till I’m brown like 2p (bling bling bling bling!)
You man are all snoozey
You don’t grind that’s why you man man lose g..
I get the bag then slide like Toosie
Talking the hardest better include me (Melly!)
Blessings
Look how we keeping 'em guessing (mmhmm)
They try take a peek at my methods
I just pepper the beat like a Wesson (facts)
Rebellious, it’s Melvillous
You best believe when I tell you this (believe)
I’m never competing for relevance
Please do not interrupt me when I’m shelling this
I spun the game like "Fam, are you sure?"
Came out the blue like Casa Amor
No ding dong when I’m crashing your door
These bruddas ain’t sick, what you gassing 'em for?
Me and my gang ain’t handling raw
But still lowkey we ain’t fans of the law
Giving up hope ain’t even a option
Drillers on smoke, got hands on the four
I spun the game like "Fam, are you sure?"
Came out the blue like Casa Amor
No ding dong when I’m crashing your door
These bruddas ain’t sick, what you gassing 'em for?
Me and my gang ain’t handling raw
But still lowkey we ain’t fans of the law
Giving up hope ain’t even a option
Drillers on smoke, got hands on the four (bow bow bow!)
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3. |
Love Me Not
03:07
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You love when our players score goals for you
You love when our singers hit notes for you
So when you see us on the TV getting choked
Tell me how the hell you not emotional?
I don’t know for you
You love enjoying our sports, music and comedy
But when we show you our pain it’s like you don’t wanna see
When was Great Britain ever great, honestly?
If "all lives matter" why you never treat us properly?
The same goes for my Arabs and Asians
Divide and conquer like they did on plantations
This ain’t no race war, no colour I got hate for
I’d rather see the whole world against racists
And my story never started with the slave ships
Our ancestors probably rolling in their graves
I’m getting sick to my stomach, I can’t take this
My family’s been fighting this same battle for ages
Black men, black women, black children
Brought us to this country they needed our black skills in
We paved roads, fought wars, built buildings
Now them same roads are the ones that we getting killed in
Black culture, black owned, black experience
Black dances, black slang, that’s on "periodt"
Black blood in my veins, no fear in it
Look deep in my eyes, you’ll see a tear in it
Black art, black films, black media
Black doctors, black business, black genius
Black students, black books, black academia
See a black face on the screen and we turn the TV up
Black strength, black pride, black hustle
Black history, black future, black struggle
Being young and black is a hell of a lot to juggle
Just tryna be yourself in a country that never loved you
Slave owners in Britain shrouded in mystery
We bring it up they say we’re stuck in the past
Then tell me why you keep erasing our history?
You make it hard to find out who we are?
Raising the bar, yeah that’s a start
The newspapers still struggle telling us apart
Some light, some dark, still got the same spark
Same way they treated Martin’s how they treated Rosa Parks
But they glorify Churchill saying Hitler was worse still
Tell that to the Indians starved in the Bengal famine
The African indigenous people he called savage
When you strip away the fallace there’s so much more to examine
Then came Windrush
We helped to rebuild Britain after the Second World War for low income
The promise of a better life
A picture painted with a thin brush
Helped you back on your feet then you dissed us
“Go back where you came from!”
That’s the thanks we get
Man you better show some damn respect
The way you’ve treated us ain’t something that we can forget
We grow up watching family members harassed by feds
And treated less than a human being, missing opportunities
When we’re the most qualified you pick the ones who do the least
It’s hard swallowing the truth cause it’s ugly
How can I be myself in a country that don’t love me?
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4. |
Queens
03:22
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I was crying when I wrote this
This ain’t for limelight or showbiz
Just listen I’m tryna get you to focus
In case you haven’t noticed
There’s a virus in our system that’s been killing our sisters longer than COVID
I’m tryna spit some realness
Shout out my queens I know you feel this, so sick of the daily pressures you deal with
The disrespect from your male counterparts
I think it’s time we spoke about it and I‘m down to start
I understand that I’m hardly the most qualified
To the speak on feelings most women keep bottled up inside
I hear your stories and memories that leave you horrified
For what it’s worth I just wanna say I apologise
I think as men we often swerve responsibility
Like “yeah that brudda did you dirty, but that isn’t me”
Meanwhile we still got friends in our circle who violate and hurt you but act as if we didn’t see
That’s no better than these racist cops
Who often get away with murder when they’re making stops
The officers who stay silent tryna their save jobs
Are one of many reasons our progress is taking long
Let’s start by addressing the elephant that sits in the room
Most accusations have no evidence or physical proof
The memory’s often so painful, blurred or confusing
That women start to tell themselves it couldn’t true
And that tends to be case with many types of abuse
You tell yourself it never happened or you make an excuse
You don’t wanna be a victim with your face in the news
Forced to relive a nightmare that you didn’t choose
And even if you stand out, it’s your word against a man’s now
And that’s when you push your pain to the background
But pain never leaves it just spreads thin
To different parts of your life you never expected
A higher standard for boys
That’s how we’ll change things
Sexism it’s rooted in how we raise them
Men objectify women and yet we praise them
“Boys will be boys” they grow up and do the same things
A rape whistle in your purse but you shouldn’t need one
A real man, some women grow up and never meet one
Instead of teaching my daughter to spot predators
There’s greater benefit in teaching my son not to be one
You should have the freedom to go where ever you please
Without the fear of being harassed when you’re on the streets
Or in a nightclub, in a classroom
At your work place or in a public bathroom
It never matters how you’re dressed we have no right
Can’t believe you have to explain, mandem should know why
Bruddas grabbing on you the moment they see you roll by
Lurking round after the rave, thirsty the whole night
Like “Yo come chat to me babes, you’re looking so nice”
He don’t take rejection well due to his own pride
Forced to say you got a man even when that’s a whole lie
The whole time you’re scared that he’ll lose his temper in no time
And that fear can leave you paralysed
It makes you go along with things you wouldn’t otherwise
You blame yourself but it wasn’t your fault
You deserve better than what our society’s taught
I’m sorry
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Melvillous London, UK
Melvillous is a Rapper hailing from East London. Infusing UK street culture, with faith & self-motivation, he creates a gritty sound with a refreshingly positive message.
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