Never mind the pressure/End up, go stronger and better/And get fresher/Stay free in your endeavours/Tell the visa man whatever
from NO Colonial Fiction lyrics by Yasiin Bey
Like his live performances his rap’s have now descended into virtually nothing; morsels of words and fractions of ideas that do nothing other than inflate his own ego, a self-important song that is tacky at best. The beat is pretty with its lilting melodies, but against the backdrop of what he’s trying to say it comes off as off-color and confused, the icky result of feeling yourself too much.
