Dan Bull - 2 Times 5 Your Mind lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, it's Illmatic, yeah (It's Bullmatic, actually) It's Illmatic, yeah (It's Bull- it's Bullmatic, I just couldn't find-) It's Illmatic, huh (I just couldn't find a proper instrumental Without him t-talking over the-) [Hook] One time for your mind, one time Yeah, whatever One time for your mind, one time Yo, whatever (It is Bullmatic, though) One time for your mind, one time Hey yo, Nas? Kick that f**in' rhyme (Yoink! Queue-jumping) [Verse 1] I'm picking a quite good rap, on top of a quite good track Being quite good at rap, I'm quite good at that Plug in your headphones and listen to the stereo I'm navigating neurons in your head through heavy flows A sonic hemorrhage, have you got a beverage? It's thirsty work being such a bloody clever kid I like inventing mental raps, some things I never did Like pushing Richey Edwards head-first off the Severn Bridge Melanin deficient, the sun gives me much redder skin Than the stereotypically depicted Native American I burn so easily that I'm banned in the EEC For health and safety reasons, being tanned's an unachievable dream People would scream and see my peely skin And being a bit obese, I wish that I was really thin But the lifestyle I've picked doesn't allow for it Too much curry, whiskey, I can't even make my trousers fit I'm proud of it [Hook] One time for your mind, one time Yeah, whatever One time for your mind, one time I sound clever Hey yo, Nas? f** that, man, that sh** was fat But kick that for them gangsters man, f** all that (Ah! Language.) [Verse 2] I'm a rowdy Brit, once I've had a drink or three When someone says the word 'prick', I think of me I don't like myself so I forget it with drink Until I'm retching up my breakfast with my head in the sink I've fallen off the wagon, poppin' down the pub with Adam Calling Jack up, knocking back Jack until I'm f**ing lagging I could be spending my time on reinventing my life But have you tried Strawberry Kopparberg, it's ever so nice Open up wide, it's medicine time Except I've lost my wallet now and that's the end of the line Can't even get a kebab, can't even get in a cab Looks like I'm trekking it back at the end of the night, sh**e Heavy drinker, heavy thinker; bevvy sinker Wake up with a headache laying in bed next to a sweaty minger Why do I do it to myself, I could be saving cash Rather than wasting it behaving like a blatant a** It takes me back to Monday Club with Jack at Hog's Head Inhaling flaming gas chambers, knock'em back and drop dead Nowadays I keep my a** clean and keep to caffeine Twaty Dan with gla** in hand, that man's a has-been I blow raspberries in his general direction He could've been spending time investing in his next profession So there's a lesson: time is valuable and finite Work hard and play hard but get the dividing line right If I had tried to write till all my rhymes were tight I wouldn't just rely on tired similes to blow me up like dynamite [Hook] One time for your mind, one time I sound clever One time for your mind, one time Yeah, whatever One time for your mind, one time Yo, from ninety-two to ninety-nine [Outro] From ninety-two to ninety-nine I know what you mean, Nas The golden years! When David Collier was Chairman of Luton Town