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Frontseat Freestyle II- T3xtur3

196 views · Published 3 May 2017 · 2:02 · Indexed 6 November 2026

Channel: BBC The Social · 2017 · Entertainment

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32 bars, in a car, no messin! Frontseat Freestyle features Scotland's hottest emcees, and this week is no exception. Scotland's rap and hip hop scene is thriving - you'll find your new favourite emcee on this channel.
Frontseat Freestyle – Texture
Biog:
Nihilist writer and emcee, part of the Black Lantern collective and the Chemical Poets. Making albums for 10 years - texture.bandcamp.com. New album ELEVATE/ILLVMINATE coming soon.
facebook.com/texturemusick
Lyrics:
Oh great, here come the basics, ready to cash in on their fucking payslips
Send in the spaceships, this sad excuse for life is outrageous
Older now, but still aimless, it's endless and it's nameless
I'm blameless on the pavemenet wondering where the wave went
Wondering whether to pay rent... Look at this shit, I'm fucking spent
I guess cancer gets the best of us, the rest are unadventurous
Look at the mess we've created, codpendency cannibalised 
To sublimate procreation... wait, why save a planet that's
A century past its apex species expiration date
Apocalypse now? Nah mate, apocalypse way too fucking late
Apocalypse as played-out marketing demographic, dead aesthetic
Backdrop to zipper-fumbling teen romances and poorly-encoded
Metaphors for power structures. The central narrative of the spectacle
This onsession with its own ending - one million percent money-lending
In the temples of austerity, a tempestuous melody
Maybe I was born too early? Trapped in a tape-loop of background static
From multiply-overwritten C-90s but I see the 90s as a disease vector
For the idea of the end of history, but the real mystery is why
Empathy is the first casualty of accelerated hypercapitalism and
The panopticon prism of identitrian sectionalism
You'd do well to remember the wisdom - as above, so below
Spraypaint our slogans on the warheads and we're good to go
Beneath a hunter's moon, bloodshed infected, immortal tombs
Bloom deep into fractal patterns now descending in to labyrinths
From out of which you'll never find an exit, let alone death
That's why I speak all these words in one breath two semitones
Beneath your range of perception, step past smiling. A black absence
A Black Lantern, black smear on your peripheral vision
Watch me fission into distance, alive despite your persistence
Co-signed by Chemical Poets - if you're listening, you're the resistance.

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