THE SHIPPING FORECAST ISSUED BY THE MET OFFICE AT 0130 ON SUNDAY THE 31ST OF DECEMBER
THERE ARE WARNINGS OF GALES IN ALL AREAS EXCEPT TRAFALGAR
THE GENERAL SYNOPSIS AT 0800
LOW EAST OF HUMBER 942 EXPECTED FAIR ISLE 954 BY 0600 TOMORROW. NEW LOW EXPECTED 100 MILES WEST OF SHANNON 974 BY SAME TIME
NOW THE AREA FORECASTS FOR THE NEXT 168 HOURS
VIKING NORTH UTSIRE SOUTH UTSIRE SOUTHEASTERLY 3. RAIN AT TIMES. VISABILITY GOOD. CALM
FORTIES CROMARTY FORTH TYNE DOGGER EAST OR SOUTHEAST 6 TO GALE 8. HESITATION. RAIN OR SHOWERS. HOPE. MODERATE OR GOOD
FISHER GERMAN BIGHT SOUTHEASTERLY VEERING SOUTHWESTERLY 4. RAIN LATER. RISING TEMPERATURE. PRESSURE BUILDING. WILD SPECULATION. GOOD
HUMBER THAMES SOUTHEASTERLY 5 TO 7, OCCASIONALLY GALE 8, CAUTION VEERING SOUTHWESTERLY LATER. GOOSEBUMPS. DIZZY SPELLS. STILL GOOD
DOVER WIGHT SOUTHEASTERLY VEERING SOUTHWESTERLY 7 OR SEVERE GALE 9. HEAD-ON IMPACT. CONTINENTS COLLIDE. ATOMS SPLIT. DILATED PUPILS. ELATION. VERTIGO. VISIBILITY ZERO.
PORTLAND PLYMOUTH BISCAY SOUTHEASTERLY BECOMING CYCLONIC 6 TO GALE 8. SNOW FALLING. DEFENCES BREACHED. ICELANDIC CALM. RAPTURE. GOOD BECOMING MODERATE
FINISTERRE SOUTH VEERING SOUTHWEST 7 TO SEVERE EMOTIONAL FREEFALL 9, STOMACH CRAMPS INCREASING 5 OR 6. RAIN THEN THUNDERY SHOWERS. BRUISING. DISCORD. STRUCTURAL DAMAGE. MODERATE BECOMING POOR.
SOLE LUNDY FASTNET SOUTHWESTERLY 7 TO SEVERE GALE 9 DECREASING 5 OR 6. CONFUSION REIGNS. NAUSEA. BOILING SEAS. SHOWERS BECOMING THUNDERY. EXTREME LOW
EXTREME LOW
IRISH SEA SOUTHWESTERLY 7 TO SEVERE GALE 9 DECREASING 5 OR 6. SQUALLY SHOWERS. BLANK PATCHES. CONFUSION REIGNS. MODERATE BECOMING POOR
SOUTH SHANNON SOUTHWESTERLY 6 TO GALE 8, OCCASIONALLY SEVERE GALE 9. NERVES SHATTERED. SELF REPROACH. RAIN OR SHOWERS. NO CHANGE.
NORTH SHANNON SOUTH ROCKALL SOUTHEASTERLY VEERING WILDLY 7 OR GALE 8, DECREASING PERCEPTION. RAIN THEN SHOWERS. DRUNKEN HAZE. COLD COMFORT. MODERATE BECOMING GOOD
NORTH ROCKALL MAINLY WESTERLY 6 TO GALE 8. RAIN OR THUNDERY SHOWERS. EXHAUSTION. BOREDOM. DECAY. MODERATE OR POOR
MALIN HEBRIDES CYCLONIC BECOMING REALITY, OCCASIONALLY GALE 8, BACKING SOUTHERLY LATER. BROKEN AND DISORIENTATED. RAIN OR SHOWERS. MODERATATION LACKING
BAILEY SOUTHERLY VEERING WESTERLY 6 OR 7, DECREASING 4 OR 5. NUMB. DEFEATED. FREEZING FOG. STRANDED. DULL ACHES. POORLY
FAIR ISLE FAEROES SOUTHEASTERLY BECOMING CYCLONIC, THEN WESTERLY 5 TO 7, TOIL, OCCASIONAL STUPIDITY. SULLEN. RAIN. MODERATE OR GOOD
SOUTHEAST ICELAND SOUTHEASTERLY 5 TO 7, TWISTED OCCASIONALLY GALE 8, VEERING WESTERLY IN SOUTH. CORRODED AND EMPTY. ICE FORMING.
HELIOGOLAND PLANET-STRUCK AND SPELLBOUND. THE WRECK OF MATTER AND THE CRUSH OF WORLDS.
I came in the building I just wanted something better for me and my children Than the hate mixed with anger I'm cocking my banger My enemies are in danger even total strangers Sneaky bastards want to flame us I know that they watching Arrogance when they speak Like no one can stop them I'm hearing voices in my head telling me to pop'em Determination and frustration and that'll drop'em Blowing up the AK I'm ready to chop'em Tell the cops to bring buckets get ready to mop'em I came from the bottom I tried to be peaceful In the belly of the beast with the virus and meet you It's fucked up that's the way they treating my people Life is like a horror flick but I'm making a sequel Where the bullets grow teeth get hungry and eat you Where the angels'll greet you And I'd die for my people so my children get treated as equal
I, I never wanted you I took a chance on the other side but nobody survived Everyone was gone
I never wanted you I was alive for the second time but nobody survived Everyone was gone
They keep telling me war is the answer It's a disease of the spirit It's more than just cancer It runs through the blood deeply These cowards are sneaky They try 'n keep me quiet from starting a riot I try to be silent The solution is violence Couldn't see it any other way Bust a shot, one time for my run-away To all my kids who was used ans abused To my teenage mothers who was young and confused To my fatherless children being born by the millions This is more than just a little noise I got a bullet for every child molester that ever touched a little boy You sick bastards! Your punishment's coming fast and the system is hectic I mean every word it's not just a record It's seems like ever since they dropped the towers Everybody's been abusing they powers what's real!
I, I never wanted you I took a chance on the other side but nobody survived Everyone was gone
I never wanted you I was alive for the second time but nobody survived Everyone was gone
Oh no, they don't give a damn about us Oh no, they can'are give a damn about us
If I keep moving I can hold off the pain Just gotta keep moving further further away If I stop talking the sparks are going to fly So I'll just keep on walking Just keep quiet
I just feel like your drifting out Could I keep this tide from turning If I scream and I shout I just feel like your drifting out Could I keep this tide from turning I will scream and I will shout
Each day you take something A little bigger everytime Look at me I'm just an outline You've taken what was mine Each time I let you back in A little foolish I know Look at me I'm half the story And I don't know where my story goes
I just feel like your drifting out Could I keep this tide from turning If I scream and I shout I just feel like your drifting out Could I keep this tide from turning I will scream and I will shout
If I stop talking The sparks are going to fly So I'll just keep Keep quiet
The sound sinister Administer ways to set the world ablaze Tracks flamed Untamed bass raps unchained Overseer saw the skys turn grey Doomsday tidal waves from the US to the UK
Back against the wall I stand tall Face the grim Blow decibals way past known levels My method of madness is this Sadness, gladness All emotions evoked Thoughts provoked Beats come cloaked and daggered Torn and tattered Sleep the dreams Dreams get shattered Witness sound transformed to matter Bone, flesh and plasma Bone, flesh and plasma It's ironic
Attack tracks rap phantasm Kicks and snares hit Inflict back spasms Necks cracked detached from spines Vertebraes and backs I paint with language Place my verse on canvass
Sip the spirits Lyrics cause wayward shifts to crash like the sirens I stalk concrete jungles and prides like lions Standing top Mount Zion Trying to reach heaven without dying I'm riding sound waves like Posiden I clutch tight the trident Bugles blare anouncing his arrival Overseer, overseeing Carpe dium seize the day Drum track echos twenty thousand leagues away I fly Concorde cross Atlantic Beats, bass chords cause panic Horns forewarn the swarm Melodies freeze planets Hemispheres severed Seas, trees shattered Birds, bees scattered Earth knocked off its axis Forty-five degree slanted Arcane old spells Wizadry repells Lock, stock two barrels and a handful of shells Rebellions quelled Oceans swell Thoughts prevail Heaven or Hell
Outro: Rob, This is an answer phone message so it's useless. But Uhm, I've just heard the new (dog bark) record, Its got fucking bagpipes on it! What's the point of that? Jesus Christ!
I declare war on stupididty We're dropping beats and a lyrical fluidity An attack with pace and ferocity Built on bass and velocity I'm taking you and your crew on a mission We're cutting rhymes with digital precision Your music's messed-up, old, outta shape and fat So rewind, punch me in and lay it down to DAT
I declare war on the fakers The piss-takers and the sucker money-makers I reflect and elect to reject Well, what the fuck did you expect I'm hyped and I'm psyched And I was put here to wreck the mic so I grab a fistful of plastic Not the real deal No steel but it feels fantastic
We'll bring the house down We got the stack up, the beats are backed-up We'll bring the house down Big boombastic beats are getting busy
(repeat)
War on them all and all that they stand for So step back 'cause I'm a fucking handful Tearing up the beats that we rocked on And if you look into my eyes I'm getting locked-on Now you see I'm stoked-up You think I'm coked up But you know I'm fired up Not because I'm wired up You see we're spreading ryhmes like a virus But I'm just playing with the rythms that reside inside us
We'll bring the house down We got the stack up, the beats are backed-up We'll bring the house down Big boombastic beats are getting busy
