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TAIL IN THE MOUTH

by Brotha Pollock & Ben Hilly

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1.
[Brotha Pollock] Third ear orgasm ,pollock’s madism Change lane- come over yo like cathechism I’m drunk to the brim, call me the overlord Dumile’s seedling with poetry so absurd Try this angle but not some pyramid schemes Its satori ,new ways so you can be seen The new normal, shifting planes like paranoia Have been thru fire like a stolen terracota My mind beautiful you know , I cant waste it Sonic libations yo/ come and taste it Like pharaoh Monche this affair is internal Rock mics/ spit colours/ for no bandanas I’m no gangster but a poet with a vision Doin it for the ones who cant afford a pot to piss in In a battle you gon catch me dissing myself Letting go is how I’m healing myself Brotha Pollock Ben Hilly Je kan mo Je kan mo Je kan mo Je kan mo Je kan mo [Ire Belles] 24/7 365 All seasons Its all a cycle
2.
[V1] I got caught up in a cathode ray tube Transistors yelling who the ef are you So I panic like Dicaprio in inception Sneak outta speakers /To find new directions Met an android with no head insight He asked me Pollock what do you want for a flight So I said give me that book Huckle berry finn He acted dumb ,gave me a juice full of lean Hook Like a dream These loops keep sucking me in Like a dream These loops keep sucking me in [2x] [V2] Swimming suit ready for the unseen Visions black and white like 60s tv screen Crosschecking my demons in a roll they wear FUBU Faceless metropolis politics all voodoo Plastic mermalaides roaming and no daughters Lagos looking like a city under water Algorithm tormenting me with fake riches Tens of beeps –you know I get itches Hook Like a dream These loops keep sucking me in Like a dream These loops keep sucking me in [2x] [V3] I’m in a meeting full of 1000 capitalists They thinking world war three –I’m thinking Christopher Wallace Outside the window I see the ruins of a palace With apes sipping blood from a chalice Children malnourished from stunted growth Then I see myself performing for De La Soul They crown me the newest member and we hit the road Confused I asked Trugoy which way to go Hook Like a dream These loops keep sucking me in Like a dream These loops keep sucking me in Like a dream These loops keep sucking me in Like a dream These loops keep sucking me in
3.
[IFE ] I’m back at it. Palms itching ,nerves twitching –rap addict Combine this -had to swallow raw talent brushing up the hooks just to keep the balance Kids told me ; gee weigh the pros and cons Whats the aim if you are not making funds Fo la ti ra benz o You know I’m still a fan –na why I dey vex bro And have been praying for days /you hit the top yo I never doubt it- I’m up writing these verses This love keeps me regardless . its tough knowing /They doubt it . I’m strong . cant say the latter –the flows I left the strata on mics –back to the matter too bad Ya favourite rapper wooo Another victim of success.i’m never missing/ up next Like you try keeping. don’t care If you believe this /this is my race .i dey for God’s face Shower me with ya grace while I make this work ..hey [Brotha Pollock ] I’m a fighter fresh from the meat grinder In a quest my shield ready- I go live Come correct with the pen and no blunders You cant deny these sparks like a thunder Cut from a different clothe ,now you know Have met some new plugs you know thats time to grow Timeless verbs levitating from a vintage scroll Cos I write what I like-like steve Biko yo Its mad stressing here in the city God loves ugly and lifes not pretty If yall ready with me come lets go get it Extends your rhymes yo like go-go gadget Past is education –thanks to life lesson As im getting bolder truth is manifesting E don tey wey man dey rhyme since eleven Quiet old soul low profile like Rayden Backpacker who don’t talk that much You know I own my fears I don pass the buck No Sleep for my eye ,I dey stack the stocks Like an outsider have thrashed the box My and my brother on a mellow man tip In the coven eating muffins while we chill pill Hilly on the grill while I do the kill bill We don’t play ourselves for the mass appeal-You know now
4.
Post royal niger flow Like the transatlantic we have bought we have been sold Mental lambs they just kick and we follow On the saddle are bunch of sleepy hollows The beasts are roaming and the monsters are kicking in The state of the nation is sickening They made the laws then break the laws Twist the laws rephrase the clause Bodies in bags and they still playing shaggy It wasn’t me/ their playlist so tacky running thru our veins/ anyhowness is a shame These policies so evil /these politics so lame I need to ask flora Shaw why/ why the ginger No resolution the problems still lingers The monsters you made is peeping thru ur window Living in a Post panic everywhere is schizo The street no Dey smile so we bring the new lingo We just want protest o they shoot us for chest o
5.
[TAFA] They hate my confidence, jealous of the impending prominence, Rhyming dominance, way of the divine providence, Pure sentiments as they judge us off dead presidents, Still in my elements, 45 is the residence, Ugh! I’m defiant, style is lyrical reliant, Constrict folks, nickname, Kobe Bryant, I stoop not for a scheme, my daily routine, Is to make you look like Nas, (I mean) they’re shooting, What do you know about the thought and the pencil? But you critique and can’t even write with a stencil, Y’all claim to be constructive but can’t even Lego, Next time you speak nonsense, wa je go, From the get go I had been misunderstood, She says my poetry hard, it got miss under wood, Walk a mile in my shoes and you might leave earth, In this marathon and all I do is achieve breath. Hook They don’t know me but they judge me They don’t know me but they judging [2x] [Brotha Pollock] Stuck in my old ways ,they call it hubris Dead to some new things –ignorance is too bliss My love for the game -I have been shot by cupid Capriconia spirit my horns stay stupid I wont compromise my soul for anything Table prepared before me infront of my frenemies White teeth masking at every scene Is I against 1 –I need no referee Don’t crucify what you don’t understand My goal everyday is to be a better man People remain people and I’m used to their bickering Negative jabs please miss me with that shit On my own track yo carl lewising Cut you off if you gat that bad energy Me and skate boy B on some new things ah Like Gonz rocking an half pipe in an old skool vans Hook They don’t know me but they judge me They don’t know me but they judging [2x Ben Hilly If you don’t know me Why you judging Why my buisness Why you bugging If you don’t know me Why you judging Im not perfect You not worthy If you don’t know me Why you judging Why my buisness Why you bugging Im not perfect You not worthy If you don’t know me Why you judging
6.
[V1] I wrote this for the women in my life Iron ladies who do more than survive Forget your tiny frames –your face is the sun Keep ya head up goddess you are the one I love your brown skin tone and your wholly hair Never will I play you like some solitaire To all my Dora Akunyulis ,and the Winnie Mandelas Flaunt that curves all the street Isabellas Don’t be shaped by your body type Godly anatomy don’t believe the hype Common move my lady at your own pace Stomp the earth you know you got that grace Don’t be let down bae by unscrupulous men Roar roar like a lioness with a dazzling zen More blessing yo for carrying our fruits Don’t be silent by Nina Simone in the booth Hook I do this for the strongest backs Women with heart who no dey slack ehnn I stretch my arms cause you are heaven sent To all my single mothers yo you are the man [2x] [V2] We should love our women ,protect our women Care for our women –why rape our women Support our women –guard our women I respect all my 9 to 5 women Women like my sistas who hustle like the men them Who dutty their hands-yo this is ya anthem Women like my wife who go so hard Who don’t take a no- a no for an answer Women like pregnant street hawkers Wey dey sell bottle water amidst this ruckus Women like ma with the strongest backs Who get the truest love that never lacks I can see most of ya are pained inside Keep ya head ma don’t lose the fight Niggas of the world is what that call you ma But beautiful heavenlies is what I call you ma Hook I do this for the strongest backs Women with heart who no dey slack ehnn I stretch my arms cause you are heaven sent To all my single mothers yo you are the man [2x]
7.
Doldrums 02:45
Hook Must be something in the water In my head I’m caught up But the way I was brought up Joy was never contrived Why these doldrums Wanting deep is not bravery Pollock f that/ that’s slavery Demons talking- tricky dicks You better kill that -pick a brick 9 to 5 got the whole of me Regretful past got the whole of me Common dawg you owe no apology Why is so much sadness in ya poetry Trapped in your own milky way Like a slip away Without pretense right here you are a kick away The moment you go they forget you like the Aztecs Shaded glasses /your eyes they wear bags Hook Must be something in the water In my head I’m caught up But the way I was brought up Joy was never contrived Why these doldrums [2x] In my own room I’m pacing Anxiety /panics/ I’m not faking These demons some where they are taping For a rewind show, I think I’m crazy You better find me a medicine cupboard don’t get it /these hormones are warlords On the losing side of the scoreboard Wear my mask all day, you can’t even see the turmoil This is make up on a clown In an abyss I’m rising down Like many without purpose I hide in a crowd After the party insomnia owns me like a shroud Waving but these nightmare got me taken Doggy dog world living is so painstaking Reptilia everywhere sneakin into my haven Free is not free don’t be slave to your craving menhh Hook Must be something in the water In my head I’m caught up But the way I was brought up Joy was never contrived Why these doldrums
8.
Step Joker 02:21
[V1] Lord knows I do this solely for the soul Surrounded by loves and my Effin let gos Named the joy thief from the get go I got the heat loaded Ben pour more petrol Let it burn yo/ the joker style I’m your nemesis now I give the joker smile From a quiet storm now I go so loud Dirty bag /crooked strokes/ I’m geek and proud Now you know me now you don’t me The rebirth of Hav from a drugged zombie Finding God in faceless places like a lost yogi Rest In Peace in B-Elect/ I’m all plugged in Circle of clowns sorry so I pass In my own pace I can never be outclassed All about my bizness yo like Damon dash You bunch of players though you know I fixed the match nigga Bring me back like a loop Bring me back in Bring me back like a loop Bring me back Bring me back Bring me back [V2] Put them in their place n leave no trace like a body snatcher walking with no face Invisible man but the music louder Rewriting testaments like Samuel Ajayi crowther Gassed by fear but this pedal to the floor Zoom pass your dome /kickin in the door not the flyest/ I’m a scholar on a journey Sharpenin my hindsight for the times so blurry Bro I heard what you said last night Was under a strobe light of Brian McKnight Nudging my gal so me I no get your timing Like death note I cancel clowns in my rhyming You try to call me f that I’m busy writing In front of the mirror you know I’m busy fighting Shxxp Bxforx my traupaulin/ know the ledge One man army I need no entourage /You know
9.
Happy Feet 02:58
Hook Yeah You know this beat Catch me dancing For Hiphop I’m a hopeless romantic Yeah and this beat Catch me dancing And you know ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh [V1] I'm butter like MJ on a checkered dancefloor Wahala no dey finish I still stand tall Smooth criminal curvy like a round ball Can't match these joules call me Mr hotshot Naija no fit kill my vibe/ I ll be catching my cruise Tell the weather man yo I ll be riding my blues Me n Ben Bullo we be trapped in the stu Churning out bangaz outshining the flu Dark clouds over but I ll be dancing in the rain The currents insane but have mastered the pain African drums bubbling in my vein Jesus walks with me folious Populi/ I'm ordained Like phonte and Big Pooh yes I'm lovin it Naysayers chit chat room and I'm over it downward spiral I'm done with it stripes major tell Dasler I’m sovereign(sole -verine) Hook Yeah You know this beat Catch me dancing For Hiphop I’m a hopeless romantic Yeah and this beat Catch me dancing And you know your boy is never frantic [V2] Self love matters / Im loving self more No perks/ my glee hearty/ n chest strong You Can't hold me down I'm so airborne Im taking what's mine winning/ like Ben Hur Slanging joy over this beat like cab calloway in my head a ballroom my mind is a getaway On my sleeve my sanctum yo and not far away Charging stress-free thru the wire like faraday Happy feet no mumble shit I'm tap dancing Forever bleeding like a hopeless romantic It's a sunny day thank God I'm not frantic Thinking free like bobby I'm done with ya antics Paving my own lanes and jumping over boulders try leaning but ya got cold shoulders Me and my conglomerate bringin you the heater No strays but beauty humming la la la thru a holstar Hook Yeah You know this beat Catch me dancing For Hiphop I’m a hopeless romantic Yeah and this beat Catch me dancing And you know your boy is never frantic
10.
Rewind 03:16
[Ben Hilly] Run that back! When the beat slaps You gotta run that back Hook Reminisce, Take it back All the way to good times Bring it back Play it nice Savor it and rewind [Brotha Pollock] Music baby/ child of the 80s Thumbs up to all the elements that made me Before MJ it was KSA baby Blasting from the speakers /the sound so crazy Shomolu was love my first playground We played house and mum really held us down Was a shy kid though but I did get around around My head my solitary my innermost lounge Paper planes flew me from Lagos to Tokyo Imaginary hive sweet like oreos Sound ancestors leaked thru the radio Tryna see out of this space like telescope Got cues from Stan lee not guns from Corleone B boy alpha/ I break bones to spinning chromes Number 10 on the pitch while I kick domes Lonesome in my room as I bled hearts into my poems like Hook Reminisce, Take it back All the way to good times Bring it back Play it nice Savor it and rewind Ben Hilly [Ben Hilly] 80s baby, the 90s made me My wildstyle hip-hop got em going crazy Rapping to KRS-One and BDK in elementary Dad showed us Curtis Blow, we found Easy E Mama's baby— all that adrenaline rush Tryna catch up with my brothers like the cold crush Age five doing the cabbage patch with my crush Life was so easy never had to rush Was ahead of my time they say "Boy you're futuristic" My friends telling me the hood didn't deserve me Bobby Brown with the running man, you couldn't stop me While I kid and play in every house party Down with OPP 'cause I'm naughty by nature Sports and entertainment the areas I major I was the go to encyclopedia Held the facts for arguments before Wikipedia Music head, tryna cop all CDs and tapes But when it proves difficult got it on bootleg Riding my skateboard and making chops on the pads Rewind it when it's nice, give the music all I have (Rewind it when it's nice, give the music all I have) Hook Reminisce, Take it back All the way to good times Bring it back Play it nice/ Savor it and rewind

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"Tail In The Mouth''

- is the music
of the spheres .the free
wheel .The borrowed clocks .The coined dreams .
Fresh baked donuts .is the ring .Again.
The unending road .
The yellow turns of our chaotic Lagos .
The thing around our necks .
The rebirth .This revolving universe
And its mad orange moon .
The ending of one .The beginning of many .
Is the The Loop ,unending for 24/7
365 days
All seasons
Its all a Cycle .

Get in the Loop yo .

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released October 14, 2022

All songs produced by Ben Hilly
Rap vocals/lyrics by Brotha Pollock
Additional vocals/lyrics by Ben Hilly , Ire Belles ,IFE and Tafa Truth .
Mixed and Mastered by Ben Hilly
Art work painted by Brotha Pollock / Designed by Ben Hilly
Executive produced by Brotha '' Awoyemi Ayowole'' Pollock

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Brotha Pollock Lagos, Nigeria

Contemplating Jazz and mulling on the sound of the universe all day while watching birds migrate .

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