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1995 - Rem F Doom feat. Shinbones Man

By Gavin Davies

My mate Rem sent me a beat he’d mate on Ableton, so I rapped about our adolescence on it.

I couldn’t get the idea of rapping over it out of my head! It took me about 30 minutes to record the vocals over Rem’s beat - ideas, memories and stories were swirling.

Lyrics:

nineteen 95 and we’re drinking in the Mitre
I throw up on the table, burn Warren with his lighter
“Get to the bogs” yo my collar feels tighter
The Boys are all cheering with my chunks in their cider

Friday school night and a party at Rem’s gaff
40 youngins drinking, beatles in the bubblebath,
Bathroom got trashed, CDs got smashed
And there’s something in the toilet but it’s best not to ask

We’re camping in the rain, Underworld on the blaster,
Paul arrives with trolley cans, for served he’s the master
Hilly slides in horse dung, foul tackle for sure
Thunder and the lightning, as Tom turns to score

Zack has bought a long coat kinda like a greatcoat
If the school got shot up he’d be the scapegoat
Passes walkman plays Trouble for me
My eyes gum up, ask grandma for the CD

Ginger copper’s prowling, up on the rooftops
Jon twists an ankle, in the cells with the drip-drops
Jay’s trousers down, won’t pull them back up,
Stole a bridal gown on the way from the pub

Guesty’s on the peeve now, glowering and scowling
Feel the beast approaching, hear the feral howling  
Sledging by the Covet, Ben crashes into ice
Tom wants to keep the sledge, but that ain’t nice

Ayo it must be Christmas, Dave's offering sweets
Lined up on his thigh with the sweaty pub seats
I buy a can of pringles, yo I thought this was a rave
But the boys are all laughing “yo flanders, that’s your name”

Jord’s house party, kick flips from formica
Lee Nash lights a banger, right there in my cochlear
Moving out tomorrow, so it’s all getting smashed
Oli sighs wider as his cider fills with ash

Olly’s in the borstal, Paul’s drinking more still
Ridgewood and Redhill, there's rumours of a war still
Time it all ticks on, youth becomes a fiction
We regret some of it but the memory lives on

This is just supposed to be a fun recollection of our youth, I’m not endorsing any of these things! We, like many teenagers, were wild.


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