We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

I Mustn't Forget

from Small Axe by Verbal Terrorists

/

  • Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    The CD version of the album comes complete with a full colour, 12 page booklet featuring a showcase of the stunning artwork of Jeramy Turner, a Revolutionary New-York based artist. It has to be seen to be believed. It's a tidy, well put together little package and well worth those hard earnt pennies. Also includes immediate download of 12-track album in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
    ships out within 2 days

      £4 GBP

     

  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      £0.50 GBP  or more

     

  • Buy the Full Digital Album

lyrics

Verse 1
Coming from way back when I used to count my keepy ups
Dalecks from Dr. Who and Count Dracula would keep me up
Taking refuge behind settees life was easy
Now a lack of drugs will keep me up at night
I used to be a timid rabbit then I grew up
Now I only shy away from kicking habits
Days were longer back then now they slip away
It’s a shame now I don’t anticipate Christmas day
And it makes the winter seem colder
in pictures I look different but diven’t feel older
I guess it’s all relative more sedatives make talk
A flawed sentiment more relatives pass away
(That’s a shame) as they say “life goes on” live past the pain
Grasses make haste to me passing blame
Me I stay true to me mates and me fathers name

Chorus
Who I am now seems strange
I’m not who I was he changed
So I mustn’t forget
What I did in the past
‘cos these things are the things that I am
No I mustn’t forget
That little speccy kid with the snot rag
That little Freddy kid he was not bad
I mustn’t forget
I’m the blood of my parents
And these are the people that care most
I mustn’t forget

Verse 2
I used to think my bedtime was too early
Then I grew up and bedtime was dirty
I remember when being up at midnight was like
shit tight Im a real fuckin big guy (hey)
It’s funny how things change
Money was a luxury it’s now thick chains
Locking us to the game putting doubt in my brain
There’s not gonna be a change the pound is to blame
I ride a lot coz it saves us time
I used to ride around the block with me stabilizers
Lately I’ve been brakin silences
Coz I’ve grown a brain since the first days I blazed the pipe and spliff
Nowadays I ride a mic and rock the bars
Proper charged no dynamite façade
Back then I used to jump in the air like Bucky O’Hare
And pretend that I was in the Byker Mice from Mars

Chorus

Verse 3
No I mustn’t forget
The biscuits the tea and the buzzing shortbreads
Or when I could get pissed and not suffer sore heads
Or when I first kissed my little brothers bald head
When I was six words I barely could read
Now it’s sick words I set on the beat got flair with the speech
And as the shit stirs kids learn disses
And lose the words of Big Bird from Sesame Street
Before blue movies it was Blue Peter
It used to be a sip and now it’s 2 litres
I’m proving I’m sick with true speaker
Do deeper rhymes than you and your kids your crews weaker
I remember when I hated hip-hop
Then I learned to appreciate the way that it drops
Pretty soon I started spitting it too
But I won’t ever forget what I did in my youth (it’s like)

credits

from Small Axe, released August 9, 2008
Lyrics: Drop Dead Fred
Production: Burt

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Verbal Terrorists UK

Verbal Terrorists are a politically motivated hip hop group from Newcastle, UK. We are independent activists who seek to challenge the hegemonic culture and ideology through music and direct action!

contact / help

Contact Verbal Terrorists

Streaming and
Download help

Shipping and returns

Redeem code

Report this track or account