B.Murphy - Mad Feels? (Build) lyrics

[Hook] Filled with mad feels? mend'em with the music Build the momentum, cement some bricks Filled with bad feels? blend'em with the music Build the momentum, cement some bricks Filled with sad feels? send'em to the music Build the momentum, cement some bricks Said you derelict pricks need some labour tricks And I ain't talking ‘bout politics [Verse 1: Ryan (Bex)] Liquor sips, juice trickle slips, musical trips Flips round to the whipped sound get your fix Big B on the mix, no to little Sonics Blast of the west, toku shuttle rockets Jupiter music I spread it like Clover Nuclear fluids a dead supernova Do you know what I call that sis? (What you call that R?) Cosmosis Shutdown, lockdown your spea(kers) Yours is useless (I refuse this, you can't do this) If I'm honest I can only take you in small doses Leave it to the bosses you knows who the throne's is Believe I'm a prophet I can lead it like Moses A miracle god (Je-sus) was the closest A lyrical sod (Je-whizz) why the grotesque? You're vexed, ‘coz I'm M&S and you're Tesco Think you're Debenhams, I'm Selfridges & Co And Eminem called to say I'm his gay protégé So Audaxious you gotta play yes we're the pros, us We steam ahead like a kettle are you struggling to process? Lips like petals as I spit pure roses Leave you unsettled, dribble Labia Oris (You don't like us?) Pinocchio noses Hell to the no, we pin the K to the O Sell as we go, we win the platinum and gold Swallow you whole with a pelican goal So follow the show and let the peril unfold [Hook] [Verse 2: Ryan (Bex)] Why's your girl saying that she doesn't like working? Futile! I'll remove her like a gherkin Put a dog lanyard over her neck hun She a bog standard Victoria Beckham Now she acting like a material zombie the b**h Says she can't afford Abercrombie & Fitch I should tell her mama but they say “don't be a snitch” Poor gals in denial, you ain't rich And her boyfriends a f** boy, showers her in products ‘coz he's in gang see, thinking he's the bollacks When he minces like a pansy, twinkling as he frolics He's got as much muscle as a mollusc And I saw him on Grindr Poor lads in denial but his dicks a blinder I would offer him solace' since he's only a novice People pry on the guy, tell'em (f** off Norris) What's the beef? Where's the salad? I don't know ask Doris Let's go back to the chorus Hail the 21st century Horace [Hook] [Refrain] Build up the energy, harder than your enemy More elbow grease, more, more effort please and Build up the energy, harder than your enemy Yes seldom ease, not like elderlies so Build up the energy, harder than your enemy More effort please, yes please eff the peace and Build up the energy, harder than your enemy More elbow grease, more, more effort please more