Setting Standards EP

by MellorD

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released 03 February 2013

Artwork & Design by Jonathan Crabtree

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Track Name: Ricochet Feat. Josh Green
1st Verse |

I don't care whether indisciplined or a hunchback,
Sit up straight and listen a minute to what I unwrap,
Been away insistent on bricking a bigger comeback,
Than City did when they went and finished above us, won that...

Crunch match, in injury time and then left me stunned, man,
I've put mad, effort into the penning of such tracks,
Pushed past, the dullest of patches and every lull, lapse,
Under the sun and understood the pain of a punchbag.

Yeah, as I awaken my dream,
The verbal inertia it fades and is replaced by that speech,
Here's a word to the wise, you may wanna determine a means,
Of diverting that ricochet once it resurgences with me.

Curs my syllables, multis, silly little stories,
Could make a Royal mess like a bunch of British Tories,
I toy with heads more than a ref on the pitch before the,
Game begins, I'm warning you should really not ignore me.

Chorus |

Hello,
Can anybody hear me?

Yo, I work hard, I ain't limiting my heart till it's over, over,
Killing cynics with my dream, MellorD and J Green now it's over, over.

And when the people try and shoot you down,
I'ma ricochet off the ground,
Off the ceiling going round and round,
Hey, hey...

Yeah, watch me come back like a ricochet, ay, ay,
I'm going all the way, ay, ay,
Watch me come back like a ricochet, ay, ay,
Like a ricochet, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay.

2nd Verse |

I'm building a tighter following than a shadow at midday,
Diligently writing and monitoring my mistakes,
The models that my wrist makes could topple yours, I'm insane,
I might headbutt an ostrich, purely just for the kicks mate.

And if say...you and me were at a murder mystery,
I'd scream and shout I did it so they'd label me the Illest, see,
I'm killing beats with skill and ease, I'd say I'm like a millipede,
The way I take so many steps whenever I pick up a piece...

Of paper, it's crazy, they recognise my ability,
Which quickens my progression and lifts me like an amphetamine,
It's MellorD, back with a vengeance, ready to test the scene,
And dead MC's, put their heads on platters like a cheddar cheese.

And when I sleep, my creative streak means that I'm painting sheep,
With plains and trees in shades you'd deem as something kinda make believe,
Yet some'd say I haven't got the right to claim a scrape or piece,
But I'm the cherry on the top, it really is my cake to eat.

Chorus |

Hello,
Can anybody hear me?

Yo, I work hard, I ain't limiting my heart till it's over, over,
Killing cynics with my dream, MellorD and J Green now it's over, over.

And when the people try and shoot you down,
I'ma ricochet off the ground,
Off the ceiling going round and round,
Hey, hey...

Yeah, watch me come back like a ricochet, ay, ay,
I'm going all the way, ay, ay,
Watch me come back like a ricochet, ay, ay,
Like a ricochet, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay.

3rd Verse |

My delivery's thick and fast like Ballotelli is, I have,
An instinct and a wicked knack for how to pen a lyric that,
Could inflict a malicious act with sinister and vicious tact,
Make one feel they've been in battle with a different kind of man.

And real ness, it will ricochet off the walls like a bouncy ball,
Springing forth with vigour, knock ceilings into the ground and floor,
I've found my form, picked it up, filled it out, now it's round and roars,
And found rebounding twice as fast as lightning, now it's time for more.
Track Name: Growing Pains Feat. Sam Mellor
1st Verse |

Everything's changing, let's go back to the way things, were,
Curs I'm breaking, I'm not sure that I can take this, hurt,
I'm not complacent but there's no place on this earth,
That, tops the location I refer to as my world.

It makes me feel at my greatest and on my feet like these trainers,
Nothing would hang over me not even if I woke up in Vegas,
Now my days are outrageous, my life's an equation and,
I don't mean to be negative but my life has been taken.

And I'm feeling claustrophobic,
Being away from all of those that I hold the closest,
It, keeps me awake, I'll be looking over the photos,
Of people and places, studying their emotions.

I, need to escape and if only but for a moment,
At least I'd understand what it meant to be home alone but,
Though I try to evoke a dose of the old, no luck,
My life's jam-packed but there's still a hole, doughnut.

Chorus |

I didn't know that this would hurt me so, ohh,
It's got me feeling low with no where to go, ohh,
And moving on in life is always the same,
Another link in the chain, growing pains.

2nd Verse |

I'm no longer that little boy who'd sing and then get annoyed,
If anyone sang a long, interrupted his singing voice,
But this infant is still a poignant influence and is poised,
In the midst of life's misery, indecision and choice.

To, provide me with a frequent means of support,
A decent reasoning force for me to leave with my thoughts,
When I'm weak, I'm reassured by this being within my core,
Who believes in me even more than a priest believes in the Lord.

Just because my appearance may have changed,
With a moustache or a beard, don't mean that I ain't the same,
Inside, my head and brain, still writhe like a child in pain,
When it's time for my hand to wave goodbye to another place.

I, can't believe that I've gone from skipping my lectures,
And blinkin' professors to, ripping up sets and,
Picking up my phone to a list full of a Twitter mentions,
Fans who want to show their respect, issue acceptance.

Chorus |

I didn't know that this would hurt me so, ohh,
It's got me feeling low with no where to go, ohh,
And moving on in life is always the same,
Another link in the chain, growing pains.

3rd Verse |

I'm following my heart but at times I'm disillusioned,
Like, I think its moved when in fact it is my movement,
In sync with the wry tune of the patterns in my mood,
The manner of my route's a disaster like white shoes.

See I'm, feeling blue, no it's not my favourite colour,
But I mean it the sense that I'm need of a hug and,
It, leads me astray, creating a bit of a struggle,
Which, leaves me to debate what I've accomplished, and...

Instead of chasing my dream, I wanna pace it, it seems,
A waste of patience to me, like painting nature and trees,
Curs every day of the week, I miss her and pray for release,
But, remain incomplete, craving a trace of her speech.

I, didn't realise that growing up, would,
Hurt so much, could be so unjust, just,
A total rush of stuff to bulldoze us, must,
It all puzzle me like a Sudoko book?!
Track Name: Lost Feat. Phoebe Pope
1st Verse |

You shouldn't underestimate how dangerous these lyrics is,
They'll take your wrist and play with it like plagiarists when they were six,
Plagued with this, you'll pray and wish that you'd evade the preying fix,
But craving inks and pages, drift away into your brain a myth.

Here goes the tale of a man enslaved to the way of the mic in hand,
He chose one day to engage with rhyme and embraced him like I think I can…
Relate to you, the way you wrap my thoughts up like they're chicken and,
I wondered if maybe I could have a moment to just sit and chat.

Whilst looking back at him and declaring a toast,
With utmost care in his tone, said, I declare this your home,
The conversation started flowing as they opened up his hopes,
Dreams in droves and the deepest of those meaningful quotes.

Their, friendship it blossomed, they shared more of their problems,
They talked in confidence often, it offered a form of promise when,
Everything bothered him, he'd wander in and ponder it,
With the help of a pen and his friend, vent like an orifice.

Chorus |

When I speak, it's my wisdom,
All my words, got me here.
It's my weakness, but I escape,
In my head, curs now I'm living.

2nd Verse |

But these visits began to bind him,
He found he needed lyrics and as 'lyrics' needs an 'i' (eye) in,
A little bit of blindness developed in his life and,
A victim unto his writing he blinked and now he's inside it.

Now every evening he, gives up believing that he,
Could ever be without the feeling that he feeds when he speaks,
So with ease he retreats, into his head with the beat,
And with exceptional speed accepts the direction he needs…

Without, question he heeds that this sentence is necessary,
It'll keep him in line curs his letters are never very,
Obedient, a legion of extra sensitive characters,
Extroverts with a tendency to express their extravagance.

Together forming an army of emotions,
A collective retort to the range of thoughts that impose on,
Their respective forms to dispose of the things they don't want,
This man loves the perspective they offer, with it he grows strong.

Chorus |

When I speak, it's my wisdom,
All my words, got me here.
It's my weakness, but I escape,
In my head, curs now I'm living.

3rd Verse |

He's completely immersed within the world of Wordsworth,
Loves chilling with verbs, they're always doing a word…search,
And giving birth to a verse everyday,
He learnt how to nurture an 8, until it murdered a page...

And unperturbed, let it become one of his personal aids,
Then going hard on the track, they jumped in front of a train of...
Thought and remained in the game like a stain, lost...
In a state of deranged uhh, got to make this a paid job.

See if he should earn his wage inside of this strange land,
He wouldn't ever need to leave and could live with his paint can,
So whenever he felt blue, he could change it and paint that,
Which was maiming him a patch of radiance, shake hands.

But for now all of those,
Who hold the power to throw, this man an actual rope,
Don't know him so he goes, on hoping that each stroke,
Brings him closer to the home that he builds up with each flow.
Track Name: Setting Standards Feat. Jin Jin
1st Verse |

Time to pick up the pen, I'm ready to win again,
Jin Jin kicked off but the ref'll whistle again,
Not, because of the fact, she kicking it with intent.
But, because of the fact that he's giving her a ten.

Look, ha! I deliver the best,
Put it in a box, I'm killing this text,
If it tell's me to stop then l give it a rest,
In peace, I'm forever giving images depth.

So many haven't any sense,
And this is a fact, not a rap about pence,
See this may seem daft but it has to be said,
Curs, some of you act like you're actually dead!

Me? I've a dream to cement,
I'm all about the forwards, like back in defence,
I'm opening more doors than a porter at Advent,
With words well wrought like a broader accent.

Chorus |

We do our thing,
24/7 round the clock, it never ends,
We're cutting shapes until we drop, we're setting trends,
We keep it moving non-stop, it never ends, it never ends, no...

Way, ay, ay, ay,
Way, ay, ay, ay,
Way, ay, ay, ay,
We're setting Standards.

Way, ay, ay, ay,
Way, ay, ay, ay,
Way, ay, ay, ay,
We're setting Standards.

2nd Verse |

Jin Jin and MellorD going back to back,
I'm thinking, of all the reasons you have to clap,
And there's far too many for me to answer that,
So, throw your hands up like an acrobat.

I set standards at random,
I'm telling you it's going off like I'm on a tangent,
I craft up a flow until I know I've an anthem,
So DJs will pull it back like Alan Hansen.

You need to get to know,
Curs I'm feeling kinda lucky like a Heskey goal,
And I'ma heat things up like an empty stove,
I got that 'fire' in my speech like I sent you home...

Home, is where I am on a beat,
Man I vandalise tracks with the raps that I speak,
These fans of mine are telling me, perhaps I could be,
Well it's time I made 'em shore like the sand on a beach.

Chorus |

We do our thing,
24/7 round the clock, it never ends,
We're cutting shapes until we drop, we're setting trends,
We keep it moving non-stop, it never ends, it never ends, no...

Way, ay, ay, ay,
Way, ay, ay, ay,
Way, ay, ay, ay,
We're setting Standards.

Way, ay, ay, ay,
Way, ay, ay, ay,
Way, ay, ay, ay,
We're setting Standards.
Track Name: SWAG?
1st Verse |

SWAG is a word which is frequently used in vain and the way,
That people, they patent this term is awfully dangerous,
And just because you've bought one of all manner of trainers,
It doesn't portray you with inordinate swagger and status.

I'm appalled by the state of SWAG, it's a myth,
And the enormous amount of people intent on taking the mick,
It's as if I opened the floor and then begged'em to take a bit,
Everyday I scroll the abyss on Facebook and hate the pics,

It's a painful situation and everyone's ill equipped,
The only boxes that you tick are the ones that carry your kicks,
But with politics as promising as those who are in office, it's,
No surprise I haven't an offer of an apology.

But to all of you flashy amateurs,
Why can't you just pay some attention to all the damage ya...
Causing with your arrogance, your swag is an embarrassment,
You could wear a body bag and brag about it fastening.

2nd Verse |

Yeah, I'm just getting warmed up,
There's an awful lot more still left for me to discuss,
I'm declaring war on all sorts of that fraudulent stuff,
As it is standing out as prominent as an ornament does.

Those who have jumped on the bandwagon,
And boast about your clothes and how you're massive on street fashion,
Have weakened my steez so that mine is not as unique and ermmm...
Those who believed in the scene when you neeks hadn't...

Any clue about Undefeated and New Balance,
Are now frequently deemed as the fiends feeding the dragon,
See, no one knows who is real, whose got a mask on,
Like a night out in a club with a lack of lights on.

Uh, but I've got you feeling my statement,
So I can spot the blind and then give em an ultimatum,
Listen to what I'm saying, a lot if its just a blatant,
Disregard for the patrons who've rocked it since when Obey and...

'Andre the Giant,' first populated the nation,
And wait, I'm not tryna say you're in need of an invitation,
But mate, have some respect for the culture that you're invading,
You're cutting more corners than a carpet salesman.

You really shouldn't wear these brands if,
You can't put two together like a decent sandwich,
It's not enough to buy a single tee so don't stand with,
Your hands on your hip like yeah I know that I've landed.

True swag involves a little bit of character,
You need to add your own twist into the parameters,
Mix it up like managers to give yourself a balance of,
Class and that which passes off as something fresh to stack the odds.

Yeah and I'm not talking 5 panels,
Progressing to that from a snapback isn't viable,
Neither's a triangle, please try defy the rules,
See I reckon that each of these are just a minor call.

3rd Verse |

And Supreme it doesn't paint you,
A face in the image of a saint like St. Luke,
But emanates the fact that maybe you might just have paid to,
Much for a basic hat with a silly label.

I'm not saying I'm the king of swag by any means,
But it has to be said just like thee, 'you're under arrest,' speech,
And I, cannot stop laughing at the mad heads who believe,
That, rapping gives you swagger so they feel that they don't need to...

Make an effort, they've less scope than a dungeon,
How you gonna be a success if you're redundant?
It has a certain ring to it like a wedding function,
But swag is essentially style with added gumption.

It's about your attitude as well as having hats and shoes,
So if you're lacking that then dude maybe you should practice too,
And meanwhile, I'll just pray that swagger makes it through,
The madness that is breaking loose, embracing it like a masseuse.
Track Name: Hunger Games Feat. Lou Sinergy
1st Verse |

I may not be apparent yet, then again this camo net's,
Aptly wrapped around my neck, to mask the many arrowheads,
Fashioned from devoured pens of rappers who were powerless,
I pronounce them dead and gone from right behind their parapets.

I keep my presence in the form of a surprise,
Then I sever men with treasure from my chest, I'ma drive,
Eloquence into the necks of people like a spine,
Then whip their backs into shape as I pick em' up till they die.

MellorD cannot be reckoned with,
So many of these fellas have perished trying to weather this,
Incessant projection, my intelligence so enveloped in,
Weapons I develop with letters, render so venomous.

I am everybody's Nemesis,
I take 'em on a roller coaster whenever I pen a bit,
Yeah, and I would teach them all a lesson if,
I could before I kill em' but they're not sure what a lesson is!

It doesn't register like rebellious kids,
So, from my position, no point in letting um' live,
Oh, they're not ready for me, they're in need of an in...
Tro, just so they at least will have a chance of getting involved?

Ha, what a joke, this isn't run for,
Your lives, 'ready or not', you're all done for.
And I know I should be a good sport,
Like less hockey, lacrosse and more football.

But I am so bored and fed up of these dumb frauds,
It's like parading a Porsche next to your mum's Ford,
You say you're ready for a bloody war,
Say you've got the hunger but you never ever run your jaw.

There's nothing on your plate but a clock,
See you claim you watch your weight but you're waiting on your watch,
You're afraid of what you're not and you're wasting away,
Praying that you will make until the end of the day.

Chorus |

Listen to the sound of my stomach ache,
The chilling howl of the vowels that are underweight,
We devour cowards for the fun of it and run away,
Turn up unannounced again, do it all another day.

Listen to the sound of my stomach ache,
The chilling howl of the vowels that are underweight,
We devour cowards for the fun of it and run away,
Yeah, welcome to the Hunger Games.

2nd Verse |

Incoming the predominantly spoken Anglo Saxon,
Who mixes linguistics with wooly-back gangs of accents,
See Lou will soon prevail,
And leave it raining cats, dogs, rats, moths and blue whales.

And if you sail around my spume at high noon,
I will give you a set in stone insight to,
That it's survival of the intricate,
Cannibals on a humanity path that throw punctured rubber dingy's at your sinking ship.

And in this jungle, I cannot coordinate,
My tummy aches are monolithic hunger pains,
I climb up the eye of the hurricane,
Just praying to be spun away.

But you're not alone in the coliseum boy,
I am Russell Crowe mixed with Brandon Lee's demise,
The agony inside of my mind isn't fine,
But you loosing your appetite is a fantasy of, mine.

Chorus |

Listen to the sound of my stomach ache,
The chilling howl of the vowels that are underweight,
We devour cowards for the fun of it and run away,
Turn up unannounced again, do it all another day.

Listen to the sound of my stomach ache,
The chilling howl of the vowels that are underweight,
We devour cowards for the fun of it and run away,
Yeah, welcome to the Hunger Games.