Dan Bull

[fox69]

"Prelude"

"Prelude"


Candlelight flickers across these hands that write
I sit and ponder the past and life
Just wishing and wanting an answer tonight

And so I am thinking and wondering asking why
Do things go wrong when they have been right
Where we used to frolic and laugh, we cry

Life's past its prime, I wish I could stop the hands of time

The end is nigh, a tick and a tock and the sands of time
Slip from the clock as they pass us by
As I'm sitting and watching the passers by

Stranded high, imprisoned and locked in the land of my mind
The living monotony hanging by
To limit and smother a man this shy

And to describe it's impossible though I can but try

And now as I lie, a shiver runs ominous down my spine
As a vision, a prophecy clouds my sight
I predict an apocalypse happens tonight

Clandestine, Our figurative god has cast the die
Has triggered the goal of his grand design
And the bigger the bomb is the faster we die

Abandon fright, and give up the worry and anger and spite
The difference is none if you stand and fight
So sisters and brothers hold hands, unite

While Dan says hi, and sings you a song as his last goodbye

Bye bye bye

 

[fox69]

"Primal"

"Primal"


It began
The same way
It ended
Let me set the scene, war is a hellish thing
Hellish as it's ever been, redefine what hellish means
It's Evergreen seeing men killing their fellow beings
Unheavenly screams pierced by deafening machines
Sacrificing actual lives and recompensed in pennies each
Said will this deceptive quest for peace never cease?
Did you ever see a friend in need flee in terror, he
Ebbed and weaved between threats and pleas, a wretch indeed
Wet feet drenched deep in the trench's heat, each
Feverish skeleton trembling and clenching teeth
Tell me when the death of a wretch was the centrepiece
He's just another leg wrenched from the centipede
A stampede, a legion proceeding when decreed
Chevaliers, regulars, levied men of every creed
Naïve men of seventeen, each a bel esprit
They've had their last meal, their blood's an aperitif
A fellow dead at the speed at which he fell off his steed
Leaving yet another friend or family member to grieve
Pawns on a board where death is the referee
A living chess piece that'll never get to Queen
There's an enemy for every devotee of the regime
For whom doing the obscene extreme is routine
To then ascend the pecking order ‘til you get to chief
Reset the record to the Pleistocene
Beads of sweat, heaving chest, don't forget to breathe
It seems to be progressive leads to being regressive beasts
The quest to be a better being fettered by aggressive greed
Tens of tens of centuries of horrendous deadly deeds
A veteran can never rest in peace
He's a revenant, a lesson destined to repeat
Repeat
He's a revenant, a lesson destined to repeat
A veteran can never rest in peace
Tens of tens of centuries of horrendous deadly deeds
The quest to be a better being fettered by aggressive greed
It seems to be progressive leads to being regressive beasts
Beads of sweat, heaving chest, don't forget to breathe
Reset the record to the Pleistocene
To then ascend the pecking order ‘til you get to chief
For whom doing the obscene extreme is routine
There's an enemy for every devotee of the regime
A living chess piece that'll never get to Queen
Pawns on a board where death is the referee
Leaving yet another friend or family member to grieve
A fellow dead at the speed at which he fell off his steed
They've had their last meal, their blood's an aperitif
Naïve men of seventeen, each a bel esprit
Chevaliers, regulars, levied men of every creed
A stampede, a legion proceeding when decreed
He's just another leg wrenched from the centipede
Tell me when the death of a wretch was the centrepiece
Feverish skeleton trembling and clenching teeth
Wet feet drenched deep in the trench's heat, each
Ebbed and weaved between threats and pleas, a wretch indeed
Did you ever see a friend in need flee in terror, he
Said will this deceptive quest for peace never cease?
Sacrificing actual lives and recompensed in pennies each
Unheavenly screams pierced by deafening machines
It's Evergreen seeing men killing their fellow beings
Hellish as it's ever been, redefine what hellish means
Let me set the scene, war is a hellish thing
It ended
The same way
It began

 

[fox69]

"Proud"

"Proud"


So it's nearly time for me to go
But I want to thank you for being here
It's been a pleasure
I mean that truly
And now I'm going to do a convoluted tune
A composition that I'm particularly proud of

Never been a fellow to be down with the Gs
Hardly ever collect felonies out on the street
My criminal record took minimal effort
To scribble and get all it down on a sheet
Me, I can do without the police
See, I'm a dude renowned to be tedious
No pissing about, I'm serious
I really just sit around on a seat
Read a book, put it down, have a wee
'til I feel I've had enough then I slouch in my PJs
These days when I'm counting my sheep
It takes me ages drowsing to sleep
Feel I'm thousands of feet out of my league
Like a floundering dinghy down in the deep
People shouting at me I'm not allowed on a beat
But there's four times more that'll tell me I'm sweet
I found my release when I bought me a mic
And recorded a tight lyric down on a beat
With the sound so loud that the speakers
Melt with the heat cos I'm Dan to the B

[Hook:]
One, two, I'm counting to three
Then I want you, to bounce to the beat
From the North to the West to the South to the East
We can all get well rowdy

I oughtn't lie, I mean demographically
There's a hypothesis I support:
That I am the more priviliged in all of society
Quite unlike the baller I try and be
I was born in a nice region
And brought up politely
So I was taught to mind my Ps and Qs
And make way for OAPs in queues
I'm a decent dude, peaceful too
But on a beat I speak with lethal truth
This sequel to my debut album's
A way to tell them the good news:
That I'm a middle class kid from the Midlands
Less "safe" more like "how you diddling?"
I'm like a Polo without the middle in
More whole than the hole to fill it in
Though I'm a bitter kid, just a little bit
Bringing mint lyrics but no-one's listening
But I'm in the zone and I'm coveting the throne
So I'm not gonna give it in, gloves coming off and I'm boxing until I win
Watch when I'm in the ring
Roundhouse my doubts, bopping them in the chin
Plot thickening along with the smoke
But I'm not gonna choke - I've got ventolin
Like when I kicked my bong and it broke
It allowed me the freedom to breathe the air again
And now that I'm clean and the songs that I wrote then
Are out and they're seen I am proud to be me
You could tell when I'd been chilling out with some weed
I couldn't leave the house, you could smell the Febreze
Now when I'm out on an evening in town I'm a demon
Downing indecent amounts of Ribena
'til I'm down on my knees and in pieces
Weeping shouting "help me, please"
But when I'm having doubts about my belief
I just tell myself that I'm proud to be me

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Pt. 2"

"Pt. 2"


Part two, part two, part two, part t-t-t-t
Part two, part two, part two, part t-t-t-t

De part a-two, de part a-two, de part a-two
De part a-two, de part a-two, de part a-two
De part a-two, de part a-two, de part a-two

 

[fox69]

"Rainbow Six Siege OK"

"Rainbow Six Siege OK"


[Verse 1:]
Eighteen years, eighteen years
Been Rainbow Sixing for eighteen years
Eagles Watch as I throw Rogue Spears
Through Covert Ops to the Missions in Korea
A Lone Wolf pulls out the Black Thorn
As a Raven Shield meets Athena Sword
With her Iron Wrath flying like a Black Arrow
On Lockdown in the Critical Hour
See my game come of age as I take it to Vegas
And make it rain here for ages
And when the rain hits rays of light
From hazy skylines, rainbows shine bright

[Hook:]
And when the rain hits rays of light
From hazy skylines, rainbows shine bright
[2x]

[Verse 2:]
It's a daily crisis for today's fighters
In the age of ISIS
Death is the fate with which he dices
One wrong roll and he may lay lifeless
Too little, too late realising
Time dedicated to training's priceless
Pain and sweat's why a veteran is getting better
That'll tell us why there are calluses on my fist
We've got to work as a team, a unit
To deduce your scheme and ruin it
Swiftly we move in
Through these midnight trees whose leaves are moonlit
From the window to the wall
Everything you've ever come to know and love is going to fall
From a MAC-10 to an Enfield
Anything can trigger things real men feel (3x)

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I wear these shades in a HALO
Take aim somewhere over the rainbow
Six of the best, in the chest is the payload
Hey bro, you'd better lay low
When I breeze in spinning, I'm a killer tornado
Waiting to blow like a pain volcano
I swear in the name of NATO
I'll put an X on your brain like a baked potato
We came with the caber to cave in your capers again, bruv
In the face of the danger
This ain't Vegas, but I'm raising the ante
And raising a glass in the name of Clancy

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Rappers React"

"Rappers React"


This is an open letter to the fine brothers
Dear Benny and Rafi
I regretfully have to inform you
of the tragic fact I'm not incredibly happy
I went online the other day aiming to find another meme
and saw comments like: "FUCK THE FINE BROTHERS, THEY GHEY!"
I thought, "hey wait - mate - am I a day late?"
"What kind of cray cray hate bait did they make?"
So let me get this strange situation straight
and say straight away if I've made a grave mistake:
You made your name with entertainment such as "Kids React"
a distillation of the name of which is "React"
You claimed the trademark on the name under a federal act
to protect your brand from any imitation it attracts
so if a creator names a similar video with "react"
then they've taken it from you and they should give it back
I can understand how you'd maybe want to limit that
but the claims you later made explaining it are inexact
That's why there's been attacks on Twitter and on Facebook lately,
The brain sees straight away when statements are evasive, shady
Youtube's creative space has already been made dark
DMCA; Content ID; now we need trademarks?
You said of course it only applies to your format
but didn't define the type of thing you would or wouldn't call that?
You said it's "all the elements mixed" together
but when Ellen sits with kids and reminisces it's "whatever"
You said, "here's the link to her thread, now get and tell her"
Funny how that post disappeared, innit, Penn and Teller?
If you had to give an adjective to Ellen DeGeneres
generally it'd tend to be genuine; elegant; generous
But if you choose to use disingenuous
then you must lack the trust you ask of us
Gentlemen, you come across as jealous
stingy, salty as a jellyfish
like Gabriel telling God he came up with Genesis
Now that's just rude, and if that's your actual attitude
how can Youtubers just sit back relaxed
and absolutely sure that their react approved
and not react accused?
I'm a tad confused if I can now react to you
without being asked "remove it now or else you're getting axed or sued"
I don't want to have disputes
It's a drag to get a flag removed
Ask Buzz Aldrin, his is still stuck at the moon
Now you're some business savvy dudes
I see how your tactic's shrewd
I can still jump out the plane, from any altitude
but you trademarked the safety cord and patented the parachute
now that's some powers you could now abuse
unless we point it out to you just what you have to lose
pass the lube

(don't actually pass the lube)
(Hey Will Smith don't let your lip react, cause the fine brothers trademarked lip react, woop!)

 

[fox69]

"Rapture (Bioshock Rap)"

"Rapture (Bioshock Rap)"


I am Andrew Ryan
And I'm here to ask you a question...

Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?
The Man in Moscow would spread it to the rest of the crowd
The Man in Washington would offer it to the lazy and the poor
He in the Vatican would proffer as he prays to the Lord
I rejected those philosophies as backward
They squandered men's prospects, economies were fractured
I shunned detractor's ideologies, shrugged off the Atlas
Adapted Adam's Eden for the man who manufactures
I chose what was impossible to capture
I chose... Rapture
Where artists can work free from controversial quarrels
And scientists can pioneer beyond the world of morals
And with the sweat of your brow
Rapture can become your city as well
Join me, Andrew Ryan
Follow my dream
Find me, finally
Join me, would you kindly?

Rapture... is coming back to life
Her lungs fill with the will to survive
Rapture... is coming back to life
Finding truth between the lines in a book full of lies
Rapture... is coming back to life
Shops and schools humming with the thoughts of young minds
Rapture... is coming back to life
My city will live, my city will thrive

Being restricted by minor men was tiring to me
If no land was fit to witness the might of Ryan Industries
Then I'd find a ship to fit my vision, try it in the deep
Besides, you can build towers higher from the sea
With Ayn Rand guiding my hand, our divine plan
Transcended flights of fancy or lines in the sand
Deep, deep beneath the waves, under untold bars of pressure
A dark castle full of Art Deco architecture
Part venture capitalist investor, part art director
Hard Objectivism's the correct decision, disregard the lecture
I'm part card shark, part card collector
Part father figure, part protector, part corrector
Part confessor, part professor, dot connector, lie detector
Part Tsar, projector of a spark, settler, tower erector
A man chooses, a slave obeys
So would you kindly? Powerful phrase

Rapture... is coming back to life
Her lungs fill with the will to survive
Rapture... is coming back to life
Finding truth between the lines in a book full of lies
Rapture... is coming back to life
Shops and schools humming with the thoughts of young minds
Rapture... is coming back to life
My city will live, my city will thrive

Would you kindly... subscribe to this channel?
Would you kindly... buy the MP3?

Rapture... is coming back to life
Her lungs fill with the will to survive
Rapture... is coming back to life
Finding truth between the lines in a book full of lies
Rapture... is coming back to life
Shops and schools humming with the thoughts of young minds
Rapture... is coming back to life
My city will live, my city will thrive

 

[fox69]

"Rayman"

"Rayman"


The Glade of Dreams is in danger, my friend, so…
Wake your mates, preparate for adventure
The tension and the suspense is getting immense
A set of events that doesn’t make any sense
Enter the dream team
We’ve got the teensies
A little blue big nosed load of wee beings
Then we’ve got Globox
My best chum
Whose refreshingest of beverages
Is a cup of plum juice
Barbara the Aryan Barbarian
There is barely a woman wearing fierier hair
And then there is nobody on Earth who so rarely
Frowns as infrequently as Murfy the Fairy
And now for the star of the show me, Rayman
Slightly insane, man
I might need a brain scan

Hey man! Ha! Hoo!
It’s Rayman! Ho! Ha!
Hooray, man! Ha! Hoo!
It’s Rayman! Ho! Ha!

The Bubble Dreamer is deep asleep
And he seems to be
Struggling with a heap of trouble
In his dreams and this means
For us that there is going to be
The meanest of repercussions
Just look at these stacks of paintings, they’re captivating
We took a little peek and they snapped us straight in
Racing all over the world with my good chums
Taking out all the horrid little hoodlums
I hope you’ve got good thumb reflexes
To get enough good lums to afford a Lexus
It’ll cost you an arm and a leg
‘Til you’re looking like me
Just some garms and a head
But I don’t consider it a disability
Having no limbs gives ridiculous agility

Hey man! Ha! Hoo!
It’s Rayman! Ho! Ha!
Hooray, man! Ha! Hoo!
It’s Rayman! Ho! Ha!

I’m an acrobatic combatant compatible with rapping
Because my reactions are faster than actual magic is
A manic man with detachable hands and his gang
That’s all that stands up to battle these anarchists
Running around, I jump on the ground
Up and then down, look what I found
Strumming it loud in front of a crowd
A wonderful sound

Hey man! Ha! Hoo!
It’s Rayman! Ho! Ha!
Hooray, man! Ha! Hoo!
It’s Rayman! Ho! Ha! Hee!

My name’s Rayman
And I’m the main man
My name’s Rayman
And I’m the main man
My name’s Rayman
And I’m the main man
My name’s Rayman
And I’m the main man

Hey, man! Ha!

 

[fox69]

"Real Friends"

"Real Friends"


Real friends, the sort of people you can
Tell your deepest secrets to
That you can wear your underpants
In front of them and not feel ashamed

Real friends are the sort of people you can
Gather 'round a biscuit
Race to see who can make that biscuit soggy
And, again, not feel ashamed
In fact, quite the opposite; proud

Real friends are the sort of people that don't care
Whether you've killed a man
Or whether you've crept into the grounds of a
Of a school in the middle of the night
And torched the fucker down

Real friends look beyond the surface
They look at what's underneath
The blood, the guts, the mucus
The bile, that sort of thing

 

[fox69]

"Red Dead Redemption"

"Red Dead Redemption"


Fresh... for 1911, you suckas!
Listen, I got a story to tell

His name was John Marston, a hard un former outlaw
Taken by the FBI, so what they let him out for?
They wanted him to scout where his old gang hanged
And help them to see that his old gang hanged
They were a rag tag band ravaging the badlands
There was only one way that this'd end: Bang! Bang!
Found Bill Williamson at Fort Mercer
Met the wrong end of his gun, could call it murder
But Marston was found, dying parched on the ground
By the bonniest farmer around: Bonnie MacFarlane and now
John in his honour did odd jobs with her father and helped
Looped lassos lobbed and fires put out
Riding the finest mount, got to explore
Living the life that he liked in the great outdoors
Ambushing, hunting, trapping, interrupting public hangings
Such a bunch of random encounters and misunderstandings
But I'm not done with rambling, and John's not done with gambling
Dueling, looking out for bounties, pulling plants and fully handling
Any damn business this district could imagine witnessing
Hanging with Dickens, Harold, Landon Ricketts
Attacking antagonists from henchmen to the head, the boss
From van der Linde, Allende to Edgar Ross
Enter Dead Eye, whereby time kinda stops
Then many enemies get shot, a lot
Guns cocked and locked, one shot could stop an ox
Options? Not a lot; they've got to drop
'Cos they're chock a block with bullet holes like dot to dot
Those watching are like "What the fock?!"
Got their attention, that's audience retention
Enemies left red and dead: redemption
Got your attention, that's audience retention
Enemies left red and dead: redemption

Red Dead Redemption
Red Dead Redemption
Red Dead Redemption
Red Dead Redemption