Young Blood Old Tricks, (2017) Lyrics in order of track number from the album by Y-BOT. 

01 

Threat Comes Apart

From the Album, Young Blood Old Tricks by Y-BOT, 2017. 

Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher. 

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Barely awake, feel the ache in your belly… 

Making your way, while keeping the pace steady… 

Break of the day, blatantly ain’t ready… 

Craving some space, while caged in with too many… 

Waste and decay, as the brain’s getting heavy… 

Wait for the train, the delays make you leggy… 

Patiently fade, many frayed getting edgy… 

Staving off rage, so their state isn’t deadly… 

Felt the distance increase but there wasn't movement… 

As if pulled by a string in a lost illusion… 

Heard a low chopping sound and some gusts of wind… 

Treasure chest was found, figures rushing in… 

The distance so quickly grew further… 

Many heard the cursing of blue murder… 

Sight blinded from all the glory… 

No bigger picture, a smaller story… 

The Threat Will Come Apart… 

The Thread Will Come Apart… 

We don't know when the explosion will begin… 

And weren't told who's holding in the pin… 

Before flames are lit it smoulders within… 

As smoke slowly blows out to the wind… 

Flakes of white-ash left-over memories… 

Stains remain ‘til they're washed away eventually… 

Careless fuel can re-ignite it vengefully… 

Given air and space it needs to freshly breath. 

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02 

Injections

From the Album, Young Blood Old Tricks by Y-BOT, 2017. 

Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher. 

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Trying to move when you’re stuck in the mud… 

Find the groove when you're fucked up and crushed… 

Boxed in getting punched by the gloves… 

Under the thumb uppercuts thunder you dumb… 

See it comin’ but it's hard to react… 

Tunnel-vision as your guard is attacked… 

You keep on running, you're the target to catch… 

Marked on your back, alarm starting after you dash… 

Exasperated by outlandish tactics… 

World’s gone backwards spinning with madness… 

Atlas addled with all possible factors… 

Gobble you up noshing you like velociraptors… 

Some substitute their sensei and teacher… 

They seek higher learning from their sensamilia… 

Some shut down like a broken receiver… 

While others open up like encyclopaedias… 

What’s feeding ‘ya? Piece it together quick… 

Seen that you never click, when fleeing some heavy shit… 

Easy to let it slip like greasy ‘ol leather slicked… 

Demons injected in, scheming to wreck the bliss… 

THESE INJECTIONS ARE FOR YOUR OWN PROTECTION 

Won’t step out the zone into the margins… 

Won’t be swept under rolled up in their carpets… 

No tracking your phone or drugging glasses… 

Can’t get to you even when creating carnage… 

Above your head with the dread like a zeppelin… 

So you disconnect, with the frenzy of adrenaline… 

Mental will is bent by the penmanship they're peddling… 

Sense they want your neck so you're never ‘gonna let them in… 

Ain't taking the bait strung to the line… 

They’ll have to come back some other time… 

Got the buzz for the junkies' decline… 

Sunken eyes getting shunted aside… 

Funds fronted and tied, threats are nullified… 

Sucking life, undermine you'll be cut to size… 

For a gluttonous prize culled by lullabies… 

No hiding the destructive drive… 

Sit back we're commencing the show… 

Take it in until your head will explode… 

Making sure you'll be kept on your toes… 

Keep quiet until the ending is known… 

It’s a ride you enjoying this thrill? 

We provide voyeurism to kill… 

Can’t deny girls and boys from the deal… 

Put in the tide is the poison we spill… 

See underneath the gleaming of the teeth… 

Clean pieces of meat, sweets for the beast… 

Feast on treats, given without knowledge… 

Spit solids that can't be swallowed easily… 

On the verge of collapse, smash your senses… 

Magic from the hat and flash pretences… 

Few telling the mass they're defenceless… 

Setting traps for a pattern that's endless… 

This prescription you get from the doc… 

What you're given when their heads’ on the block… 

A lot is hidden for the setting and plot… 

Pressure pot building cause the temperature's hot… 

Fight or flight or hide in plain sight… 

Bide your time or climb that great height… 

Cypher with like-minded types… 

Strike surprise as the fires alight. 

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03 

Images

From the Album, Young Blood Old Tricks by Y-BOT, 2017. 

Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher. 

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Chorus- 

Attacked by the Images… 

Expansion is Limitless… 

Humanity’s into this… 

Baby in one hand, latest cam in the other… 

 Lady getting glam for her magazine cover… 

Pretty little plan, add a bit of blusher… 

Batting eyelashes like a fan that flutters… 

Family supports even though her dad suffers… 

“Man’s intention is stranded in the gutter… 

Don’t ever trust them randy motherfuckas”… 

She loves her dad but damn, he never shuts up… 

Attacked by the Images… 

Expansion is Limitless… 

Humanity’s into this… 

Casual instant hits… 

Attacked by the Images… 

Can we dismiss the risks? 

Attacked by the Images…. 

This social media’s mostly feeding ya… 

Photos of hopefuls’ exposure teasing ya… 

Uploaded globally it won’t get easier… 

To focus devotion from folk you keep afar… 

Flattering filters actually help the… 

Infatuation with shams they’re off-kilter… 

So perfect, go worship… 

Those poses, totally earned it… 

Snapping cause it feels so great… 

Snapping cause it feels so great… 

Snapping cause it feels so great… 

But you’re still the same… 

A simple click and that’s it… 

To swap dick-pics for nip-slips… 

A quick fix, now famous for big tits… 

And thick lips? Who’d have predicted? 

Merging mentalities with Virtual reality… 

Forces pulling us like Earth and gravity… 

Aliens observing us in the galaxy… 

Must think that we learn from insanity… 

Snapping cause it feels so great… 

Snapping cause it feels so great… 

Snapping cause it feels so great… 

But you’re still the same… 

Attacked by the Images… 

Expansion is Limitless… 

Humanity’s into this… 

Casual instant hits… 

Let’s all go see… 

Those perfect bodies… 

Let’s all go see… 

Which one’s the hottie… 

Let’s all go see… 

Look at them closely… 

Let’s all go see… 

Don’t keep it low key… 

Hold On, Hold On, Hold On… 

Let me get my zoom on… 

Hold On, Hold On… 

If Man created God in his own image… 

God would pose a “duck-face” grimace… 

Anyone that prayed “help me”… 

Would wait ages while Buddha takes selfies… 

Film gigs with bad sound, watch later? 

That’s atop experience, none greater… 

Photos of meals, so inspiring… 

Say ‘cheese’, it won’t get tiring… 

 Hold On, Hold On, Hold On… 

Let me get my zoom on… 

Hold On, Hold On, I need to back up. 

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04 

Don’t Lose Your Mind

From the Album, Young Blood Old Tricks by Y-BOT, 2017. 

Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher. 

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When I go to the bank and I get ripped off… 

And I see people are pissed off… 

And I see them linger in the Q… 

All saying in their heads ‘fuck you’… 

And they’re groaning and kissing their teeth… 

They’d rather do a piss on a tree… 

And I think that I wouldn’t disagree… 

Cos all I see is pure misery… 

And they don’t want to be in the system… 

So confused and they feel like, it’s just pointless, what’s the difference? 

It’s just push and move… 

And thy know that they’re bred to consume… 

And they have to be fit into a tube… 

And have to be treated like a piece of shit… 

This leads some to think 

“Is there a different kind of Secret Cult that I’m not part of?” 

Where do I sign up? Where do I put my name? 

Why you fronting that look of shame? 

Are you ‘gonna put me in chains? 

Are you ‘gonna be freely contained? 

Are you ‘gonna be all twisted and tied? 

Are you ‘gonna be sinking along as you slide? 

Vanishing rapidly… 

Is this why we feel like we can’t speak passionately… 

Cause if you do then others will say you’ve gone mad as bees… 

  

This is why, this is why, 

This is why he’s so polite… 

This is why, we’re so polite… 

He opened his eyes and saw what was going on… 

Big sticks were hitting on exploding gongs… 

So, Chemically the Neutrons and the protons… 

Got to hope they aren’t attracted into some kind of fusion… 

If they blast then it’s worse than any type of pollution… 

Deadly science designed by the humans… 

And they don’t see where its going to… 

And it makes you like you need to be shown the proof… 

To know where it’s at otherwise you get thrown back… 

To the past… 

Like books badly burnt… 

But we haven’t learnt… 

Left chewing the Earth like a bag of worms… 

Doesn’t matter yet… 

Don’t lose your mind don’t lose your mind 

Don’t lose your mind don’t lose your mind don’t lose your mind 

Why have we got these complications? 

Why did they stop your occupation? 

Why is it not given confrontation? 

Won’t find answers in the constellation… 

Or a day-dream, so hazy, oh… 

So hard to say what you seen… 

Can’t establish models… 

Just to capture something… 

Knowledgeable, follow it through… 

Before bullshit swallows us all… 

Wanted for court, they call for you unfortunately… 

Living is strange… 

Fixed in a cage… 

Lifting your weights, live as a slave, digging your grave… 

Addictions are raised, slither away, live as a slave… 

Digging your grave, pittance is made, then given to faceless… 

Systems for ages, taking you pay them… 

But you get no sympathy… 

Don’t lose your mind don’t lose your mind 

Don’t lose your mind don’t lose your mind don’t lose your mind 

You get fucked from above, told to trust with a shove… 

You get stuck in the mud… 

Some are plucked like they’re slugs… 

In the garden… 

When it darkens… 

With impeccable manners… 

It never looks savage… 

Despite all the madness… 

Pretending, defending… 

Getting wedged in a pendulum… 

It swings from side to side… 

It swings from side to side… 

Against this with a vengeance, as your engine keeps revving… 

‘Gonna swing from side to side… 

So the mind can still… still break from… 

The created places of mayhem… 

And we see the games that they’re playing and the places they’re taking… 

Acting like angels, it’s blatant when it’s actually Satan 

Don’t lose your mind don’t lose your mind 

Don’t lose your mind don’t lose your mind don’t lose your mind. 

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05 

Following

From the Album, Young Blood Old Tricks by Y-BOT, 2017. 

Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher. 

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Yeah I see him over there… 

Pretending that he’s combing his hair… 

He looks so familiar… 

But somehow kind of sinister… 

Now his shadow’s getting close… 

Damn I feel my neck’s exposed… 

He’s been waiting so long… 

Waiting ‘til it goes wrong… 

He’s got the rotten documents… 

And now I’m losing all my oxygen… 

Following me Following me, Following me Round Town… 

He knows my address… 

My details been accessed… 

I see he’s got binoculars… 

That much is fucking obvious… 

He’s never out of sight… 

Even when I down the lights… 

There’s something I can recognize… 

It’s right between them deadened eyes… 

Following me Following me, Following me Round Town… 

He leaves a blatant trace… 

I see I’m on his database… 

Now he’s playing games with me… 

I lose them so painfully… 

I know something he doesn’t though… 

There ain’t no fucking pot of gold… 

There’s nothing he can take from me… 

Because we’ve got the same face, you see? 

Following me Following me, Following me Round Town… 

Even if I’m stuck in a wheelchair, he’ll still be there, still be there… 

Even if I’m stuck and I can’t move, he’ll be there on guard like a gnarly gargoyle… 

Even if I’m stuck and I can’t move, he’ll be there to argue with some cards and a barstool… 

Charge thru jungles like molten lava… 

After bumble bees it’s a total disaster… 

No matter if travelling or acting as a mannequin… 

He’s tracking u down like a long-lost father… 

Fast forward or reverse and cross stars, he’s still ‘gonna chart ‘ya… 

Wearing u down like a king’s armour… 

Can’t slip past on the skin of banana… 

Tracing u like an old cartoon… 

Chasin’ trails like some old car fumes… 

Fight him like Moby Dick with a harpoon… 

As the shadowy night’s casting over the moon… 

Following me Following me, Following me Round Town. 

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06 

Keyhole

From the Album, Young Blood Old Tricks by Y-BOT, 2017. 

Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher. 

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Spinning as we’re winning when we get into the groove… 

When so many men are adamant they’re never ‘gonna lose… 

Never let slip when we’re definitely in the mood… 

Are they ready for the truth? Cos we really got the proof… 

Looking for the roots, while ya picking up the boots… 

Tripping, they ain’t ‘gonna wriggle through the Queue… 

Pissed off, like a little pigeon in some glue… 

In a brittle tomb while picking at their wounds… 

Scabs forming but they had warning… 

Getting back-chat from the little brats yawning… 

Back’s torn in as the back door swings… 

Tax through a cat-flap what a bad morning… 

Brain’s storming as your ducking and diving… 

But you’re thriving not fuckin’ surviving… 

Horizons widen biding your time… 

The Niagara Falls lightning enlightens your mind… 

You like this type writing? Buy me a pint… 

That shines like bright diamonds, put mine by the side… 

Lollypop romance Hollywood occasion… 

Looking for the lost dog what a frustration… 

Clearing through the fog won’t stop the domination… 

Fistful of Dollars in the bottom of a basin… 

Tolerant you save ‘em a lot of patience… 

Toppling Metropolis… 

Wake up boy, wake up boy… 

Its time to face it, ain’t no time to play with your toys… 

Ah, what were you doing? Lost the plot screwing… 

Dumb old humans… 

Craftier moves though… 

Got the details set up the contract… 

You’re going beyond that, you’re measuring the scene when you get into contact… 

Ready for the combat kick em with the drum pad deadlier than Ong Bak… 

Can’t tell me nothing jab with the microphone end of discussions… 

Ain’t given us a wish, can sit under a bridge ain’t permitted to exist… 

Hit the stone with the hammer… 

Bladder exploding when ‘ya holding up the dagger… 

I see it on the wall, the street wars with police force… 

Some retreating, other people want to bleed for their cause… 

Looking for the Keyhole 

It seems cold, looking thru the keyhole but the scenes are lethal… 

It ‘ain’t sweet like treacle… 

But they rush in, ‘cos they must-win, ‘cos we’re buzzing, no defeating, when I’m keyed-in… 

‘Gonna crush ‘em, by the dozen, leave ‘em weakened, as we’re peakin’… 

Going deep in, when it’s freezing… 

In a cold and a dangerous season… 

Going bold you don’t know any better… 

Funny how you grow when you’re thrown under pressure… 

Open up sectors go through the center… 

Scrambling the code of the motion detector… 

Get over the fence with a sense of adventure… 

Slipping like a ghost is the mode that you enter… 

Full effort like an exercise… 

You get left aside as we mesmerize… 

With the heads up in the clouds as you’re energized… 

Send vibes getting extra… 

What I do when I’m moving… 

Boo, you’re getting spooked… 

Room to improve… 

Who do you think you are? 

Let ‘em know that the King’s in charge… 

LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?...WHOSE AUTHORITY?... LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?... ... WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME? 

Cruising past… 

Brutal and harsh… 

Getting viewed by the sharks.. 

Gasping for air… but you knew it from the start 

Through to the heart like a stake, it be like Dracula… 

They’re coming back for ‘ya, and then they slapping ‘ya… 

And attacking hard, ‘ya getting’ smashed apart… 

The vernacular, is like a massacre… 

As we scatter far, all the patterns that we got like a pack of cards… 

And we got the appetite it’s snacking time… 

Cos we ‘ain’t standing by, not in a passive line… 

You got an axe to grind, we’re like Frankenstein… 

Getting active-ized, from the lab at night… 

If they can survive, still getting neutralized… 

When we spit against the hype getting crucified… 

‘Gotta spot the sicker types with a ruthless mind… 

Can’t boot us, if they do it’s suicide… 

Choose your side we’re ‘gonna shoot the skies… 

With our new tools, cause we got a route to climb… 

Moving, there really ‘ain’t no room to hide… 

Troops doomed, when the master threw the dice… 

Who knew, what they claimed as true was lies? 

News spoon-feeding to confuse the eyes… 

Cruel-suited loons getting humanized… 

                                                         

This time, catch ‘em in the loop, grab ‘em in their group 

As they panic and refute what they do… 

This time, grabbing all their loot, what they planned to have removed, with the strategies used and abused… 

This time, sanity won’t lose, damage is reduced, 

They won’t manage to recoup with a swoop… 

This time, catch ‘em in the loop, grab ‘em in their group 

As they panic and refute what they do… 

Bang the drums, keep solid and carry on… 

Fast forward, and rewind… 

Leap blind, eat from the beehive… 

Each time, the theme ride steeped high… 

Recline, screen-wiped, peace signs… 

Keep tryin’-, free-styling beat science… 

3 titans, free----- minds… 

Flow with the quick rhythm… 

Itch-killing, shifting incisions… 

Pace that we live in; rate of it goes so fast… 

But it’s over passed, as your only chance… 

And with no restarts so you focus hard… 

Before you know it, it’s so bizarre… 

Showed you the craft with the picture that we ‘brung… 

Cause we’re slicker with the tongue and vicious on the drums… 

Hit –‘em –‘til they’re stunned with indifference it comes… 

From a situation made out of difficulties faced… 

Burning up the lantern while they’re searching for a cavern… 

Uncertain of what happens, gone further than imagined… 

Stir the melting pot, we never watch as it simmers… 

Serpents in the spot getting stopped as they sliver… 

Circle of the trust is robust, they won’t slip past… 

No chance given to foes, won’t disregard… 

Was it a smokescreen, gun or a cigar? 

Causing puffy clouds shown in the picture? 

Cold in the dark as you hold on the trigger… 

Blown open like explosive blasts… 

Know who’s in charge, chosen we deliver… 

Showing false parts like a broken mirror… 

You’re thrown off like a dart that goes out of the bar… 

Past memories eroding like scars… 

Hung in the sun, like clothes that dry ‘til they’re done… 

‘Gotta constantly run from the hunt cause the cunts ‘gonna come with their guns when it’s on… 

Hung in the sun, like clothes that are drying ‘til they’re done… 

‘Gotta constantly run from the hunt cause the cunts ‘gonna come with their guns when it’s on… 

This time, catch ‘em in the loop, grab ‘em in their group 

As they panic and refute what they do… 

This time, grabbing all their loot, what they planned to have removed, with the strategies they used and abused… 

This time, sanity won’t lose, damage is reduced, 

They won’t manage to recoup with a swoop… 

This time, catch ‘em in the loop, grab ‘em in their group 

As they panic and refute what they do… 

You got an axe to grind, we’re like Frankenstein, 

Getting active-ized, from the lab at night, 

If they can survive, still getting neutralized, 

When we spit against the hype getting crucified, 

‘Gotta spot the sicker types with a ruthless mind, 

Can’t boot us, if they do it’s suicide, 

Choose your side we’re ‘gonna shoot the skies, 

With our new tools, cause we got a route to climb, 

Moving, there really ‘ain’t no room to hide, 

Troops doomed, when the master threw the dice, 

Who knew, what they claimed as true was lies? 

News spoon-feeding to confuse the eyes, 

Cruel-suited loons getting humanized! 

Leap blind, eat from the beehive, 

Each time, the theme ride steeped high, 

Recline, screen-wiped, peace signs, 

Keep tryin’, free-styling beat science, 

3 titans, free----- minds 

Burning up the lantern while they’re searching for a cavern, 

Uncertain of what happens, gone further than imagined, 

Stir the melting pot, we never watch as it simmers, 

Serpents in the spot getting stopped as they sliver, 

Circle of the trust is robust, they won’t slip past, 

No chance given to foes, won’t disregard, 

Was it a smokescreen, gun or a ci—gar? 

Causing puffy clouds shown in the picture? 

Cold in the dark as you hold on the trigger, 

Blown open like explosive blasts, 

Know who’s in charge, chosen we deliver, 

Showing false parts like a broken mirror, 

You’re thrown off like a dart that goes out of the bar, 

Past memories eroding like scars! 

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07 

Yeah Yeah

From the Album, Young Blood Old Tricks by Y-BOT, 2017. 

Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher. 

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Yeah-Yeah ,Yeah-Yeah… 

I heard you before… 

With that fake smile waiting for the burst of applause… 

Yeah-Yeah… 

You’re quoting the same shit… 

So basic you don’t want to face it… 

Yeah-Yeah… 

The cycle keeps repeating itself… 

Squeezing blood from a stone just to leech off its health… 

Falling apart… 

False start now you’re crawling on glass… 

Yeah-Yeah… 

Yeah they said them things… 

The un-dead eat on our flesh cause we let them in… 

To our ears, like a high frequency… 

But this dog won’t stray from the secrets they keep… 

Nah, they aren’t in a fit state… 

Got cards for the fixed game but marked so it’s just bait… 

They’re about to be liquidated in thick flames with a little bit of patience…  

Yeah-Yeah… 

Sedated inertia… 

Nothing changes, ‘ain’t taking it further… 

Diminished by what’s predictably perfect… 

Left thinking why is this shit even worth it? 

Hypnotic voice-overs, consciously slumbering… 

Destroy your focus, here’s what you want again… 

Don’t be a loser, spend your funds, you’re ’gonna win… 

Mustn’t say it’s punishing ‘gotta take it on the chin… 

The 3 blind mice leapt out of the clock tower… 

They covered up their ears as the noises got louder… 

The 3 blind mice slipped past the pigs and the wolf… 

As urged them to stay, they didn’t listen at all… 

Yeah-Yeah. 

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08 

Tie Your Lungs

From the Album, Young Blood Old Tricks by Y-BOT, 2017. 

Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher. 

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The mighty fall down, 

Watch as the mighty fall down, 

The mighty fall down, 

Watch as the mighty fall down, 

It’s not time to rule out… 

They’d like to walk out 

As the hype has cooled down… 

They’ll hide in your town… 

Frightened small cowards, who’s picking up the pieces? 

After the party’s gone… 

Charred from the blasted bombs… 

No one had asked for one, little tarts had fun… 

With their masters’ funds… 

Fed the lines to the cast of chumps… 

To mask the dump that’s parked in front… 

Tie Your Lungs To Your Back… 

You could say that we’re inside out… 

Lying motionless for the spider’s mouth… 

Tired now as it winds you round… 

You’re Tightly bound within sights and sounds… 

Tie Your Lungs To Your Back. 

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09 

Limbo Loop

From the Album, Young Blood Old Tricks by Y-BOT, 2017. 

Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher. 

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The bars are swinging like Tarzan I’m bringing… 

More drama from the start this is the beginning… 

Make a killing from a carcass, put a bid in… 

Catch pigeons, willingly dastardly villains… 

But this vision’s a mirage, 

‘Coz when you look back it was sand that your lungs were drinking… 

And you didn’t have a chance, 

So many parts hidden in the past where you can’t get ‘em… 

Over-thinking now the boat’s sinking, 

Rome kingdom’s gone down in flames… 

Globe’s shifting and going the whole distance, 

Low-positioned still bound in chains… 

No one knows if this shit’s about to change… 

Throwing bricks, when they land they bounce again… 

No witnesses left to counter-claim… 

Looked for the clues but they never found remains… 

Who’s waiting while losing patience? 

Do you feel confused, you hallucinating? 

Ever left rooms like they’re fumigating? 

But you don’t know why, no illuminating true explanation… 

Of your evacuation, you just had to leave and abandon the scene? 

For new destinations, use up the savings random it seems, 

But it had to be… 

Checking out, punching the clock… 

Crumble up & down, crunching up numbers you got… 

Have you suffered enough? Are you on the chopping block? 

It’s a double-bluff that these motherfuckers will plot… 

Under the cosh, know what the trouble is? 

You’re rudderless, and rummage through the rubbish bins… 

Discovering fish bones and wish bones, 

But the kids know they ‘ain’t found the mother ship… 

STANDING IN THE NO-ZONE, WAITING FOR THE RIGHT TIME 

PLANNING WHEN YOU GO HOME, ALL THE THINGS YOU MIGHT FIND 

Looking for the Holy Grail ‘til you’re old and frail… 

Sold on a tale that was totally unreal… 

Holding onto the hope of what the cloak reveals… 

But your only hope’s from a ghost in a shell… 

Told you’re a host for programmed codes, 

So closely involved there’s no one else… 

But over and over the shadows falter, 

When you notice cobras exposed from their stealth… 

Looking for the Holy Grail ‘til you’re old and frail… 

Sold on a tale that was totally unreal… 

Holding onto the hope of what the cloak reveals… 

But your only hope’s from a ghost in a shell… 

Told you’re a host for programmed codes, 

So closely involved there’s no one else… 

But over and over the shadows falter, 

as you notice cobras encroaching with stealth… 

STANDING IN THE NO-ZONE, WAITING FOR THE RIGHT TIME 

PLANNING WHEN YOU GO HOME, ALL THE THINGS YOU MIGHT FIND. 

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10 

Medicine 

From the Album, Young Blood Old Tricks by Y-BOT, 2017. 

Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher. 

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Rhyme intelligence benefits your mind like Chinese Medicine… 

Flow precise and elegant… 

Sensitive to delicate science, write so eloquent… 

Use poetic license, wide horizons, endless wit… 

Survived apprenticeship, cyphering so adventurous… 

Freestyles make others’ written highly irrelevant… 

Transcendent vibes, defying petty prejudice… 

Devilish intentions, override malevolence… 

Rising to eminence striking the nemesis… 

Find new elements for fighting the venomous… 

That try and divide us with lies of terrorists… 

That climb up crevices like spider-ish predators… 

Provide no evidence, kids die from these sentences… 

Fallacies developed into real-life vengeances… 

Why mention this? We’re always primed for invented twists… 

And pay the price for the recklessness… 

Doesn’t matter if we’re tired and penniless… 

Remove bricks and sediments then topple their giant edifice… 

Enemies disguised to slyly get ahead of us… 

Get recognized so their efforts are erroneous… 

And their looks of contempt won’t stop rebellious… 

Reactions to treacherous tactics to unsettle us… 

Educate us with ‘telly transmitted to the retina… 

Repetitive reality shows are now our lecturers… 

Replacing text books with their brain-deadening seminars… 

Comforting comedy bringing in the steady laughs… 

With shallowest relevance… punch lines are telegraphed. 

Demographics of calculated risks, not taking any chance… 

But this won’t last forever, trust so we keep stepping hard… 

Trekking through the wettest marsh, will the weather pass? 

Ready, on offensive to threaten with bars… 

Classed as weapons when I set ‘em to task… 

Strung high and quartered, mind torture… 

Stops when we find the weak-threaded knots… 

You’re not, just lamb chops, they had you tangled up… 

But now you stand above. 

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Flock, Herd Or Hive? (2018) Lyrics in order of track number from the EP by Y-BOT. 

01 

Feed The Sharks

From the EP, Flock, Herd Or Hive? by Y-BOT, 2018. 

Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher. 

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I thought to myself, I’d like to find ways through high Science to explore other realms… 

And then I’d track out a corner in hell… 

Talk to the devil, and ask him has he got a story to tell… 

Of course he used to be Lucifer but he’d already fell… 

And where he landed all the damned were buried… 

All the rancid flesh had a smell so sweet it was like candy cherry… 

He didn’t look like what you’d expect… 

He wasn’t big and red and he didn’t try to throttle the neck… 

Bleeding, got a bleeding heart…I can see that it’s leaking apart… 

Got a bleeding heart…Now you’re free you can eat from the jar… 

Bleeding, got a bleeding heart…All the pieces, feed to the sharks… 

Got a beating heart…I can see it’s free on a charge… 

The fight with internal warfare, pursuing it is vital… 

Life or death which road, is either ruin or survival… 

The terrain you cross could be smooth or rough… 

Difficult to adjust, dust in the eye, blustery wind, can’t move in a rush… 

Footsteps made in haste without seeing what’s taking place… 

Often lead to a trail of failures too late to change as your tail is chased… 

It’s said you reap what you sow, but what if there’s nothing left? 

So you feed off what your enemy grows, and the crops are wrecked. 

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02 

Leaving The Room

From the EP, Flock, Herd Or Hive? by Y-BOT, 2018. 

Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher. 

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Hits you like a smashing car… 

Hits you while you’re jabbing hard… 

Shit you’d better have your guard… 

If you want to stand a chance… 

Mouth guard can’t spar without… 

If your molars are cracked, you won’t last a round…… 

Snap back, can’t leave the limbs to be grabbed…… 

Or you get tripped up and slammed… 

Twisted up and choked, is that your plan?... 

Why not fake an overhand right?... 

Get a reaction and switch it to an elbow strike, 

They’ll never know why… 

Leavin’ the room, leavin’ the room, leavin’ the room, evacuate the space… 

See there’s a wound, see there’s a wound, see there’s a wound, on your bashed-up face.     

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03 

Dinner Plate

From the EP, Flock, Herd Or Hive? by Y-BOT, 2018. 

Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher. 

:COPYRIGHT/COPYCLAIM. :2018. 

You could be there waiting for things to change… 

Doesn’t matter if you watch time disintegrate… 

Or whether you mind or you think it’s great… 

You see it as it is in a simple state… 

Nah, You could look up to your dinner plate… 

There’s food for thoughts but the leftovers have been exchanged… 

So who got the spinning hat? The thinking cap Stuck on the head, the skull is cut up by the threads… 

At the base we were warned of the fortress… 

We’re waiting still on pause cause we’re cautious… 

When you looked into my face I was tired I had jaundice… 

Then we all see you recall which… 

way that we’re heading, which direction. 

’Cause if we step in the wrong place we could see red herrings… 

So we’re filling up the loaded weapons… 

Somebody must know where we’re treading… 

I could look up at the eye of the storm as it… 

Tangled up the sky like a messy tie… 

But there’s nothing there…So I may as well be unaware… 

Whatever’s coming will be forgotten, rising heat… 

That you feel as you spin in ‘ya sleep… 

Preparing for lift off…On target, but now we’ve drifted off… 

Vision lost the optics, got stitched up… 

You’re there now but can’t see how it begun… 

Jumbled memories thrown in the skip like junk… 

Picking up, the pieces so close to me… 

Then they phase out, in this broken dream… 

Focus on, the beam of light over me… 

Flickering on and off as the rope is freed… 

Totally, you’re winning from a written loss… 

What was given at significant cost… 

The path will show you what you want when it comes… 

No point in running because you’ll have to know that it has got… 

Firing, flames expiring…Breath as you’re tiring…The space keeps silently sliding… 

As it’s spiralling off the winding trees… 

Dividing up our time into dying leaves… 

Cannot fight this, been decided it’s a seismic shift … 

That goes unnoticed ‘til you’ve closed your eyelids… 

Knocking on the prison’s door... 

Guess you’ll have to kick it more… 

Phantoms guard is brushed away… 

Like a picture’s dusty frame… 

The dream’s ‘tryna keep you in… 

Believe the scenes like they’re Stephen King’s… 

But when the lights switch, the signs lit you side step… 

And dive in to the smoke the ghosts of old have ‘digged. 

  

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04 

Don’t You Know

From the EP, Flock, Herd Or Hive? by Y-BOT, 2018. 

Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher. 

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Got a bit of spare time? Please Hear me out… 

Tell me your affairs and your whereabouts… 

Do you share the bills do you have a spouse… 

We don't need that voice... 

Now don't tell me what ‘ain't right… 

Cause there's targets I must strike… 

What we got will change your life… 

I will type it on my computer…get confirmation sooner… 

I don't care if you get mad cause your information's hoovered… 

If you don't tell me what you know right now and get into the particulars… 

If you don't tell me what you're doing right now my associates they will pickle ‘ya… 

You don't know that I've been looking at you and I've hit all individuals checked last thing they'd expect… 

If you step it would be best to hit the deck and live with regrets… Otherwise I'm ‘gonna have to split ‘ya neck… 

Now don't tell me what ‘ain't right… 

There's targets I must strike… 

What we got will change your life… 

I will type it on my computer…get confirmation sooner… 

I don't care if you get mad cause your information's hovered. 

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05 

Building On Bodies

From the EP, Flock, Herd Or Hive? by Y-BOT, 2018. 

Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher. 

:COPYRIGHT/COPYCLAIM. :2018. 

Living in London, within a system that’s crumbling… 

Can leave you sick to stomach like bits of mouldy luncheon, Thrown up in the pit a dungeon… 

Pitiful existence, riddled with dysfunction…Ticked into assumptions, that having a pittance means you fit into what criminals conjured… 

The city’s abundance from figures and numbers… 

People kicked out in hundreds, rich have us conquered… 

Piggy in the middle ridiculed as the skin sizzles… 

Invisible busy tools trick us all…. 

Certificate of birth is worth more than what they say it is… 

Every legal word is perverse it’s a hateful biz… 

Related to crazy worship they made us bitches…Division is the picture depicted… 

Especially religions, deathly written cheques…Within the digits, better check ‘em for triple sixes… 

So happy, the champagne flows…Cold-blooded plans, hand shake knows… 

Money makes the world go round…Oh well, better go 12 rounds… 

So happy, the champagne flows…Cold-blooded plans, man takes gold… 

Money makes the world go round…Let me know when the bell toll sounds… 

Submit to our freedom…Shall I give you a reason? You can live you’ll be breathing… 

It’s an achievement…to be a top target that the missile is seeking… 

No broken laws that these faces make…International ones? Evade those claims…’Wanna play the game? ‘Gotta know the rules… 

Once you’re of no use, it’s over for you…As the state is profiling… 

Non-compliance seen as hateful and so violent”…Snakes on the social ladder, safe, for those climbing… 

Follow the codes you can go by them…austerity measures, devilishly clever… 

Swept up in nets of debts that last forever…Treasury the enemy in bed with private banks…Providing hire for the violent ranks… 

We’ll get there eventually…and break up the enemy…we’ll change up the melody…in a way that they’ll never see… 

we’ll get there eventually…and break up the enemy…we’ll change up the melody…if it takes us centuries. 

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06 

Blow The Whistle

From the EP, Flock, Herd Or Hive? by Y-BOT, 2018. 

Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher. 

:COPYRIGHT/COPYCLAIM. :2018. 

Bigging up Busta, bigging up ‘Twista…Bigging up Skibbadee, he’s giving ‘em blisters… 

Shout out to Wisdom who kills it sicker?...Foreign Beggars, Iron Bridge in the picture… 

They're All wiping out any spitter…And fire quicker than a bullet from a trigger… 

can't easily get those skills mister…’Gotta be committed to it, “Hare Krishna”… 

These MCs got speed like an M-16…So many Sick schemes… 

Even lip-readers can't figure it out and tell you what they seen… 

On a Very big screen… 

Menacing rhythm, you're in jeopardy…Like Denzel in Pelican brief…Petty little thieves can never compete… 

What they sell don't get no heat…Any beef is squashed, 

Quicker than meat in an elephant stampede…Don't ‘wanna be there when we get angry…Fools get picked off like little pansies… 

Get flattened like a page off Dandy…I'm Goin’ mad like Gordon Ramsay… 

As a back-seat driver in a taxi…Stuck in a traffic jam do you fancy… 

That situation there is guaranteed…You little baby I take all your candy… 

Music attacks, like Siouxie’s Banshees…Batter you like scampi swifter than ‘mampi… 

You're Clashing orangutans when you’re Bambi... a banana fighting chimpanzees… 

Gets served up in the canteen…I'm that sandy beach…The castle's gone, that you planned to keep…Wave on wave and you cannot breathe… 

The Flow is a tide no man can breach…No one survives the span of the sea… 

Better get back to the land, believe…It Spins you, hit the ground like Zangief… 

You’re down for da count and lost your back teeth… 

Zone for the missile…Ready to explode? It's that simple… 

Blow on the whistle…Targeting so many individuals… 

Zone for the missile…Eyes wide open totally vigil… 

Blow on the whistle. 

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07 

Codes

From the EP, Flock, Herd Or Hive? by Y-BOT, 2018. 

Lyrics by Tobius M. M. Butcher. 

:COPYRIGHT/COPYCLAIM. :2018. 

These days, it’s hard not to feel reactions… 

When you see unfiltered, what really happens.. 

Children and animals…killed for clashing… 

With a billionaire’s plans to build expansions… 

Taxes are captured, wasted on military… 

Poppies emblazoned, praise for the killing sprees… 

Aim all the hatred on claims of disabilities… 

Papers vilify, make you think cynically… 

Display with imagery and vividly label… 

Everything put on its place on the kitchen table… 

Served up fast food, keep you malnourished… 

Garnished with patriotic pepper, the proud courage… 

To taste victory, just add insults… 

Through Mi5 trolls but the bragging’s false… 

It’s so hard to keep information closed… 

When anyone can track one just through simply tracing codes. 

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