Mum's The Word - Lewis Parker

Vinyl heritage, find the best ways to use it

Fuse it like circuits, fit it all together

Now and work it, so the get treasure

In the sun weather going digging around the markets

Find what you find, but it’s best to have targets

And know what you’re looking

I keep the beats cooking

I always have my ears open for the next shit to be hooking

Off in the 900 Akai

I don’t want those record dealers to even know I’m a rap guy

Keep quiet it

Because you’ll know that they’ll be listening

Bootleggers break sellers

Big up my man Christian

Liverpool to New York

Paris back to Londinium

I flip the music whether its rock or Brazilian

Breaks, there’s a million, so I can’t be out of choice

I take the intro before the coming of the voice

So…

Hush

Mum’s the word

And with the best intentions, you know I keep it on the down low

Taking my time, trying to master the sound scope

And if it sounds dope I leave it how it is

Instead of going mad tryna please the kids

Don’t need the glamour and glitz, because that shit sound ridiculous

Those things will but the soul is continuous

Material lust, keeping us trapped in it

Lost in real, still there’s always the acting it

Putting no back in it?

Then you’re definitely slipping

Colour me purple, watch our circle go missing

The Devil’s grinning because he think he’s in control now

Bring your new style, I come bad out with the old style

But flip it back still

Your crew better chill, there’s too much overkill

As our time is fill, with ill rhymes and breaks

When the papes come, we watch the fakes and snakes come

Then escape on the bass drum

Keep it quiet!

Hush

Mum’s the word

Like that!

L.P. and I’m out, keep it under the hat