Dan Bull - Gap Rod (Rap God Remix)

[Verse: Dan Bull]

Never been a fellow to be down with the G's

Hardly ever collect felonies out on the street

My criminal record

Took minimal effort

To scribble and get all it down on a sheet

Me, I can do without the police

See, I'm a dude renowned to be tedious

No pissing about, I'm serious

I really just sit around on a seat

Read a book, put it down, have a wee

'Til I feel I've had enough then I slouch in my PJs

These days when I'm counting my sheep

It takes me ages drowsing to sleep

Feel I'm thousands of feet out of my league

Like a floundering dinghy down in the deep

People shouting at me I'm not allowed on a beat

But there's four times more that'll tell me I'm sweet

Found my release when I bought me a mic

And recorded a tight lyric down on a beat

With the sound so loud that the speakers melt with the heat

'Cause I'm Dan to the B

1, 2, I'm counting to three

Then I want you to bounce to the beat

From the north to the west to the south to the east

We can all get well rowdy

I oughtn't lie, I mean demographically, there's a hypothesis I support

That I am the more privileged in all of society

Quite unlike the baller I try and be

I was born in a nice region and brought up politely

So I was taught to mind my P's and Q's

And make way for OAPs in quenes

I'm a decent dude, peaceful too

Up on a beat I speak with lethal truth

The sequel to my debut album's a way to tell them the good news

That I'm a middle class kid from the Midlands

Less "safe" more like "How you diddling"

I'm like a polo without the middle in

More whole than the hole to fill it in

Though I'm a bitter kid, just a little bit

Bringing mint lyrics but no one's listening

But I'm in the zone

Coveting the throne

Not gonna give it in

Gloves coming off and I'm boxing until I win

Watch when I'm in the ring

Roundhouse my doubts, bopping them in the chin

Plot thickening along with the smoke

But I'm not gonna choke

I've got Ventolin

Like when I kicked my bong and it broke

It allowed me the freedom to breathe the air again

And now that I'm clean

And the songs that I wrote then are out and they're seen

I am proud to be me

You could tell when I'd been chilling out with some weed

I couldn't leave the house, you could smell the Febreze

Now an evening in town, I'm a demon

Downing indecent amounts of Ribena

'Til I'm down on my knees and in pieces

Weeping, shouting, "Help me, please!"

But when I'm having doubts about my belief

I just tell myself that I'm proud to be me

My CD won't get me a mortgage

That's because you pricks haven't bought it

Five pound and you couldn't afford it?

Just copped the download and ignored it

I believe in the scene as much as I believe OJ Simpson was innocent

Been a bit of a geek holed up

And now the whole scene's looking at me but hold up

I'm going to the mountain

When I come back, I'll be ten times better

Backpack on my back like I'm going on an outing

I'm not going on an outing

I'm going to the mountain

I'm going to the mountain again

'Cause I've got to top my last album, impress the doubters again

And at this rate it won't be out 'til 3010

So you can smile for a while

But know when I'm back from the mountain

You're going to hear the sound of a mentalist lyricist

Crowned as the best

For now I'm allowing the stress

Messing around doing an impression and sounding like ghetts

Down on the best track to ever spin around in your decks

I'm bound to impress with the rowdiest set

Coming louder than jets

Going over your head to the mountain again

i'm putting in a thousand percent

I ain't mastered my craft yet

But the more time in the mountain, the better the tracks get

Improvement's the key

What I do with the beats

Leaves you with a completely snapped neck

I'll do rap 'til I take my last breath

Whether or not I'm getting a fat cheque

I vent my thoughts with a black pen, record

Then you're all like, "Did you hear what Dan said?"

No metaphor, that man's stressing more than ghetts

And that takes some doing

I'm boiling up the frustration brewing

Making you and your mates listen to it

It's amazing the way that I do it

I hate to ruin your fun

But you and your dumb crew aren't making the grade, improve it

Elevation? Been there, done it

I planted my flag at the summit

Stood astride the mountain

The tiger's crouching, now the dragon is coming

You ragamuffins standing for nothing

Your standard of stanzas is rubbish

I'm standing above at the foot of the mountain

I'm rambling up, any fuckers are doubting

I hand them a pounding

Hand me a bucket, it's chucking it down sick

Look around, prick

You wanted something that sounds sick?

You've found it

Haven't got to dumb it down

Ignorant listeners are gonna tell I got it down to a T

Who's puttin' in the work like a Sherpa up a mountain?

It's me