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Title: Bedroom Demo
Artist: Blade
Label: 691 Influential
Year: 1993
Album: The Lion Goes From Strength To Strength
Cat #: Blade 1207

Last Modified: 13th April 2004
Transcribed by: Flat 4
Contact: flat4@ukhh.com
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Blade:
Everyone makes mistakes
Hangin' around on the streets but that's what it takes
To make a man out of a boy that used to be
What you're tellin' me that ain't no use to me
I got to get my life sorted
So many things I need but never could afford it
Yeah you know the feelin'
I knew some of the kids around were drug dealin'
I didn't wanna get involved
I just wanted to watch the records I made revolve
What's your problem, jack?
You're takin' a fall every time there's a setback
I got to care for my baby
I got to try to make some time for my lady
Get a job, nah that ain't my style
And I'm about to get wild
I drop buckets on your head
I need to get myself a brand new bed
Waaaahhh
I gotta laugh in your face
Straight to your heart you be feelin' this
Who do you know that's calm and still villainous?

Heads, now you get a taste of the double
No trouble, you're just another one on the rubble
I take a pillow and attack you
And if I miss I get your mother to smack you
I get mental till I turn out the damn place
And if you throw some of that shit in my face
I throw it back and I carry a ruck sack
Too strong, don't try to play with my mind, jack
I'm hyper, bustin' out the lyrics with backbone
I got to get myself a black phone
Responsibilities
That's what I have and I have the abilities
Young man with a plan and
Goddamn Here I am
Push, push, I never can say goodbye
But at least I can say that I did try
Get off the drug kid
Broke again now you see what the drug did
Get a life that's what they're drummin' in my head
The baby needs to get fed
You know the children are the future
But why do you let the man treat you like shit?
Applications get filled up
And it's the foundations that I build up

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Apples and pears grow on a tree you need it
I grab a few and I eat them
Attack all the shitty rap labels and defeat them
Yup.... you know why 'cause I'm lovin' the music and I don't lie
I throw peanuts at your brain
You need to get your act together and stay plain
I got to stay consistent
Grand slam, I give you hell in an instant
I got to have total control
Shut your mouth, open your mind, that shit is old
Get a hold of your senses
Hell on earth from your birth is endless
Huh, you know the coo
Who's kickin' who, now they're trickin' you
And I call you pickle-breath
Hoover your bedroom, the music is loud, you're deaf
How can a man improve
When every time he's makin' his move they try to block him?
Oh well I guess I got to think it over
I'm goin' quick, them others are movin' slower
You got to catch me if you can
But you never will because you never can
I'm gettin' out of here soon
And if I could I'd be livin' on the moon
But instead I take a trip to Brixton
It ain't nothin' but the music that I'm mixed in

We're succeedin'
But at least I was doin' it with feelin'
(repeat to finish)

(10th Oct. 9l)