Deep Mist - Bad Luck Blues
This is the first track of our debut E.P (autumn's wake), named Bad Luck Blues. Blacks on first verse, Manic on second, and High Calibre on third. Enjoy :)
Deep mist, derives of three emcees, leeds based hip hop trio. representing.
Deep mist consists of three members:
Blacksmith - Emcee/Groupie
High Calibre - Emcee/Producer
Manic - Emcee/Producer
We're working on our E.P (Autumn's Wake) at the moment, and other small projects. We all live in Leeds UK, and attend high school. gay shit. All you need to know is we young and we dope.
Story behind the song
This song shows that our music can not be labeld in a general group. we different bruh.
Its an invasion
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Lyrics
Solely written by Blacksmith (Evans Boateng), Manic (Santpal Manic) & High Calibre (Ignatious Nyakwangwa). Produced by Leone Brielle, Co-Produced by Ignatious Nyakwangwa. Contains replayed sample of 'Bad Luck Blues' performed by Clarence Carter.
Blacksmith's Verse:
Aiyyo, im known to kick ill rhymes,
blacksmith the mic killer,
i never been a nice nigga,
i hold the mic for ransom, rebel for platinum,
groovin to tha devils anthem,
born a lyrical assasin, my words blastin
holes through stereos, with extreme passion,
i sit on a throne with a reef, sumin like jesus
verbally ruthless, i shred competitors to peices
my conscience heartless,
reachin the platoe where nas is
black is tenacious, half racist
half outragous, audacious,
creative like my nigga ignatious
the black moses must shine as long as im the main culpret
and gain praise while ya'll niggas remain hopeless
Manic's verse:
Poetic, a menace on mics, manic is tight
Got ya’ll grabbin a knife and discrediting life
Im mad nice, my verses are universal
Ya’ll regional, seasonal,
my flows are unimpeachable
The bruvas skills, make you feel like the summer feel
im real, pushing rap’s delight like sugar hill
while ya’ll follow suit, then hate the movement
my troops make manoeuvres and slay the Judas
never complacent, benchmarks eternally raising
my conversation flawed by the herbs im inhaling
making a statement, scared that im fallin a victim
as this morsel of wisdom, grows on in your systems
when I die and decay, whether famous or unannounced
the knowledge from my brain will feed the underground
I’v grown with hip hop, all I know is hip hop
Fuck it ill get on my knees and propose to hip hop
Calibre's Verse:
each time we surface we show fast improvement
like kwelis train of thought, this the mass movement
leading the next gen, with no illusion
3000BC sick credential fusion
my flow like water, like a pipe underground
ice lightning we fast breaking like thunder sound
sub zero, niggas icing ya speakers with no weakness
ice cool giving cats colds with flow sickness
like a bad peircing my rhymes infections
naturally disastrous like a desert storm
when the weather warm, i be swelling like bees in a swarm
when i was born, so was a fatal legacy
Prophesised to be evil, i be leaving you cats with vocal Leprosy
im hell raising, trail blazing
out pacing emcees
