VERSE 1

This is the story of a kid with an affliction,
spittin diction within a riddim his addiction,
he’s sick, real quick without the therapy each day
Of a dark melody within the remedy of bass,
A beat junkie, this individual is me,
See I can’t even live a single day without a beat,
Believe me the only reason I’ve ever
needed to breath – is to blow the dust of a record sleeve,
but I never clean the grime from the vinyl,
I love the crackle on the wax it is vital,
A Side or B this decision is essential
Choices choices - go with instrumental
white labels – I always start with them,
Spin the dirtiest of beats at 33 RPM,
heavyweight acetate to turntable platter place
needle to groove, the room soon evaporates,
respiratory state escalating
Rush of blood straight to the brain, elevating mindstate
while eyes dilate, my hearts pulsing
So fast my bodyparts start convulsing
Thinking that this lifestyle’s killin me,
But Hip-Hop’s my soul, I’d die for it willingly,
Audio’s my drug, I’ll never stop using
I was born to this live this way and I will die still abusing…
 
VERSE 2

So I’ve given up for one day, my soul is in decay, (Drop beat)
Scratching is the only thing that helps to ease the pain,
I need a hit, just a quick tiny little taste,
So I grab a favourite tape from my crate and press play (Reverb Snare)
4/4 90 beats per minute that’s my favourite shit,
Turn it up, sit back, nod my head and a take a hit,
Digest the digital sound waves I drink,
before I can think, I sink into vivid inks,
To a consciousness heightened in a state where I see giant
Crystallized butterflies blocking out the moonlight,
Heart aligned, free spirit opening my minds eye
tides turns to gold under rainbows in the night sky
The saturated quality is beautiful,
Minor keys dance upon my soul - so musical
I breath the analogue - static fills my lungs
Skip along…. the hypnotic holographic drums
Of the boom bap pattern that is soothing my arteries
calm harmonies in my heart, become part of me,
and I cannot resist, the melody is hauntin me,
Its time I just admitted I’m an addict, I was born to be!

VERSE 3

On the streets hungry … living in a void,
I’m hopelessly skint, homeless and unemployed,
With a habit of rapping over beats that never ceases,
And everyone is telling me my life has gone to pieces
“You should be married in a big house with two kids”
truth is chasing your dreams is just stupid
fuck that! The only thing that matters is my music
you gonna lose it dude your too attached to it”
I’m hooked, family and friends keep warning me,
but the kick and snare in my head keep callin me,
and I really can’t help it – just one more
Hit, damn this is bad shit man - I’m done for,
drown in my alphabetic vomit as I die,
My spirit cries more before I come back to life,
And even though I swore to god I’ll never be the same
’ll wake up tomorrow and I’ll do it all again

I'm a beat junkie