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Won't Come Back
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Four tales of ghetto protaganists making bad decisions and paying dearly for so doing.
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BlackOut ProduKtionZ (or B. Prodz on the streetz) is a collection of Artistes, Producers and professional Gangstas hailing from Berkshire, UK. The members of B.
Nomad was watching MTV Base an artist keep on, who shall remain nameless, and Nomad thought to himself. "This is [colourful language] awful!!! I'm sure I could do better than this!" After turning of the television in disgusted disbelief and what he'd just seen, he continued his rant to fellow group member, Pester. The decision was taken half-jokingly that we would start making music. Our first song 'Chill Out Skank' enjoyed moderate success in the Berkshire underground scene. As a result fans requested that we make a mixtape and the whole thing snowballed, before Blackout ProdUKtionz had attracted a massive following of die hard fans in Berkshire, Hampshire and East Anglia.
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Hip-Hop • Grime - UK
Author
Nomad (B. Prodz)
Uploaded
January 07, 2010
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 2:55
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Verse 1 Youts on the corner I'm just tryna warn ya Sitt back and chill, don't make your mother mourn ya I know you wanna look good Big boss in the hood Take lickle man's chain, just cos you know you could Lickle man worked for it Now he's gettin' hurt for it Two years later- now you're gettin merked for it Everybody's dressed in black Tears, there's no holdin' back Mum breakin' down, her only son ain't comin' back Killed in revenge attack Why all this black on black Youts need to chill out, and that's a fact Chorus x2 My only son, won't come back, he's gone now, now coming back Verse 2 Man wants a big car Lady with a big bra Can't get a job, cos he always used to skip class Decides he's gona sell grass Just to get that cash fast Thinks it's going good, he doesn't know that it won't last Thinks that he's tricked the feds Undercover dopeheads Now he'll be spending all his days in those prison beds Another life wasted Tryna chase a payslip Think about freedom, it'll be a while before he tastes it (And for what? Nothing. Let's face it) Chorus x2 Come on now, just relax, it's not worth it, check the facts She was the girl with tight arse Always got the best marks People stop and stare everytime she walks past Determined to get ahead Ignorin' what mother said Earning a livin' on a dirty motel bed Thinks she's gona get rich Doesn't care she's called b*** School mates find her raped in a shallow ditch Her life will never be the same Prostitution ain't no game Now she's condemned to a life of misery and pain (She was a smart girl as well, such as shame) Chorus x2 My little girl, treated so bad, to see this, is just so sad Verse 4 Young lady with a hard life Typical dark child Only seventeen, but been behind bars twice Taking crack to ease the pain Alcohol to do the same Everyday shootin' up into her tired vains Wants to escape her life Her broken, jaded life O.D.s in the basement, we got another wasted life Died of a bad habit Typical drug addict Reachin' for life, just never could grab it (Ironic, she wanted life, she had it...) Written, peformed and produced by Nomad (B. Prodz), 2010
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