Single Minded

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released September 24, 2017

EyeManifest Records Present...

BigSmokin'Joe - Single Minded

All Lyrics Written/Performed by J.Mooney
Tracks 1-10 Produced by J.Mooney
Track 11 Produced by James Kennaby (Vice Beats)
Track 12 Produced by Micall Parknsun
Tracks 1-10 Mastered by Daniel James Urch

Photography by Eddy James of Minimal ISO (Melbourne)

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Track Name: Nothing To My Name
I got nothing to my name but suffering and pain...
Muscle in my lane while I'm hustling for change
Got nothing to my name but suffering and pain
Steaks are high... Anything Well done is rare...

Mostly Medium, Mostly medium, I dunno how these Folk's believe in em,
This steak is a piss take its mistake what a shit state no I wont be eating em
Hope and dream again, hope and dream again, on the open road with my team again
Big smoke on the green again, BigSmoke on the Green again

You minors mine a line from a rhyme of mine
And no one Major do it, crime is a crime man I'm trying to shine
So I'm playing through it, tryin to grind with a dime on my mind
I'm just making music, anything well done is rare

Mostly Medium, Average, that's so mean, there's a whole scene of em
Wont be seen with em, namaste in my lane saying: I dont agree with em
Go to EDM, go to EDM, still got no bars dont get seen again
BigSmoke on the Green again, Bigsmoke on the Green again

Announcing I'm broke with a ounce on a boat,
Drown in a Fountain of hope and a mountain of dope
I dunno how you can cope,
I dunno how you can cope

Got nothing to my name but suffering and pain...
Muscle in my lane while I'm hustling for change
Got nothing to my name but suffering and pain
Steaks are high... Anything Well done is rare...

Well done like I done well but i felt dumb like a dumbbell
Just weight, so i hung well, look at the phone for a rung bell
Get a Call back so I call back, wanna talk crap i wanna talk rap
You dont wanna talk that, just show me the door and I'll walk the path
Autograph, sign here, contract for like 5 years
That's a con Jack, don't cry tears, eye manifest and climb tiers
...Smoke my own joints, rolling em out, flows are on point
Make my own beats, smoke my own, anything well done is rare...

Mostly medium, done with a deal, Bilbo Baggin up under the hill
Still Joe stackin' those funds for a mill, still Joe lacking those funds for a meal, Chill...
This a hunger appeal, moon coming out and the sun getting real
Bill for a debt and debt for a bill but i don't get a cheque for a kill
castaway, just me and my will son, real recognize real, still gotta kill some
Just me and my will son, real recognize real still...
Feelin like I'm strugglin again as I shuffle through the hustle and the bustle of the game
Track Name: Yesterday
Yesterday seems so long ago
Tomorrow seems so far away
Yesterday the Scene seemed stronger bro
Feelin weaker every week of every day

Before Hip Hop I was a Junglist,
Gurned up in Glastonbury off my head on tonnes of shit
Me and the boys were having fun with it
Eventually they settled down but me I wast done with it.
I played with Pendulum, Friction and Andy C
Before Warners brothers, Shogun and Ram were cheese
Before jump up was jump up and fans would leave
I would jump up for hours not demanding fees...
I never talked like a badman or
walk like a badman Or sold drugs to little kids
I thnk me being me threatened every MC
Among a sea of all these wannabe flids...
Action Replay Blues, track with DJ Fuze back when we'd play tunes
Today a rave is not a place i wanna go...
And yesterday seems so long ago....

Yesterday seems so long ago
Tomorrow seems so far away
Yesterday the Scene seemed stronger bro
Feelin weaker every week of every day

Wrote my own beats, write my own raps
Promote my own streets, grind and go back
Record at home, sheeet I'm trying to grow jack
And you wanna book me for nothing? No thanks...
I am a one man team...
10 different jobs just for one mans dream
But after 15 years doin 10 different jobs
Just about covered one mans green....
Bad habit like the rest of them...
Deeper south, deeper west of them
We can be best of friends or clesh mi den
I aint down with lying like a lion wouldn't rest with them
My Pride don't sleep, getting old son
You on a New wave... I'm on a old one
Point break with a joint and a cold one
You on a new wave... I'm on a old one....
Track Name: Smile If Ya Broke
Smile if you're broke, Smile if you make a bit
Smile for a joke, Smile if you braving it
Smile just to cope, even if you faking it's
All that we have, better smile for the sake of it

I done some dumb shit, and got away with it
A smile's dangerous and powerful don't play with it
Uncle Ben Speech was always my favourite bit
The moral is you should never be a blatant prick
Been there, done that, made a sequal
Starring captain good intentions and major evil
Now the Hobits wanna play with Smeagol
I get depressious and I'm hating people, but I'm great with eagles
Fly away and get to the point
Roll up your regret in a joint and let me hit that quick
Been a minte since I lit that spliff
The only way to get past this is get passed this
I must sound prescriptive and one sided
I'm a dumb guy that buns hybrid
But I'm high kid... left passin the right way
Howards Marks have a nice day

Smile if you're broke, Smile if you make a bit
Smile for a joke, Smile if you braving it
Smile just to cope, even if you faking it's
All that we have, better smile for the sake of it

Truth of the matter is, I blaze a bit
Got CD's in my bag, wanna trade a bit?
See these seeds in ya bag, i dont rate the shit
Still, safe...Smile and just take a hit
When life gives you lemons...
Swap it with a mate and get some cheddar from Devon
I'm greencentric, eecentric
Smoke weed everyday, he said it and we meant it
These days I'm the last of a dying breed
We got familys Joe we can't be high on weed
...As if they getting high from saying "Hi" to me
I walk the high street stoned, see the irony
I should move to Spain but, i'm too used to rain
But over there its legal, i could grow a super-strain
Single minded without making a single
I'm blatantly single and making it simple; Get me that fuckin cheese...
Track Name: Crazy Cheddar
I want the crazy cheddar, I cant find the cheese
Funny that a strain will set my mind at ease
I want the crazy cheddar, i cant find the cheese
These days I'm a hard man to try and please..

Call a local lad, what you not about?
What you on about? There's never been a Chronic Drought
If there's other ways for getting I've forgotten how
Find another Key of this cheddar cheese and lock it down
Now other mates are popping round, shopping round
Trying everything to cop in town, even cops in town...
...Who said cops? Sit down!
We need a crop that's already chopped and a lot of it now
Right! Lets talk about stating the obvious
Stone Circle sitting round debating philosophers
Waiting for promises, all the shottas hating the lot of us
Cuz it's Ding Ding Fassy Hole, get weighing the chornic up
Nobody holding like good boxing
Get a text, yo, somebody got a good box in
Whole hood watching like Compton with Kendrick
Man, this had better be the peng shit

i want the crazy cheddar, cant find the cheese
Funny that a strain will set my mind at ease
I want the crazy cheddar, cant find the cheese
These days I'm a hard man to try and please..

I hit the streets feeling optimistic
Another day without the cheddar i'd have gone bolistic
...Feeling Rocky but I gone the distance
You feeling Rocky too? Apollo who? I'm on the mission
Heading for that heavyweight high-grade
Frank Sinatra Magic Carpet; Levitate my way
Up to now its been a dry day
Spark Another Owl make your eyes rain
Seeing red, seeing red and blue
Spider mans mask, Mary Jane I will get to you
Never mind what devils do, I stay Green Goblin
Finally arrive get the weed and I'm off again...
...I can smell her in my pocket,
begging me to smoke her and I'm telling her to stop it
Na...I'd never sell her for a profit...
I'd go to hell and back to get the chronic...
Track Name: Wedding Full Of Women
Always Jekyl when I'm dating with a Miss-to-Hide
Side chick with a kiss goodbye and dicks to ride
Missioning for missionary with a mister right
Lannister over a banister the shit the sister like
well groomed, I may kiss the bride
I aint made of honour or best man for the job like the kids you hype
I kid you not the chronic here? kryptonite
Two tokes, trust me you aint doin shit tonight
The Stiffmeister, spliff meister crashing weddings
Passing blessing of stoner stories with lasting lessons
Class in session, hands up or you have detention
you aint got the answer then i'll have you guessing all about mybad intentions?
I know the groom and the bride...
and they're the only two that i like
Two at the bar and two at the side
There's not a dude in site... hang on...

IS THIS A WEDDING FULL OF WOMEN?
IS THIS A WEDDING FULL OF GIRLS?
IT'S A WEDDING FULL OF OH MY GOD
THIS IS THE BEST FUCKING WEDDING IN THE WORLD!!

Double checking I aint getting carried away
Me plus the geezer getting married today...
Hit me like a smack in the face
It's like a snoop dog video from back in the day
Hello i'm joe... you look dumb with your phone. Are you done with your phone? Dd you come here alone? whats with the thunderous tone? I just thought we could have...SO...
Are you up for a bone? Stuck in a rut wanna fuck for a mo? No?
I'm on to the next chick, ask evevrybody for a chill and a netflix
Regroup by the pea soup.... three zoots then i'm on for the recruits
You're well read like a beetroot I could eat you, yeah i'm Joe nice to meet you...
I gotta slow down, get on back to that Motown
Meet a girl then I meat a girl and there's plenty of meat that can go round
All lies, I'm at home! Where's the punchline? I dont know
....I just thought it'd be dead cool to break the fourth wall trying to be deadpool
So that's a weird ending... I guess I'm a weird guy
Moral of the story is...
Track Name: The Wingman
I'm not a player I just Big Pun...
You're not a player if the chick run
Ask how's your girl he's like which one?
Now she done the same it's a witch hunt... Love and War
What are brothers for? I aint above the Law
Can't Bee with your honey now you buzzing more
We got Pubs to Tour and Scrub the Floor for Drugs you bought
Then Dropped before you could Drop a single drop of that Stuff you
Thought Was trips... Now we at that awkwards bit,
Where you're caught with a quarter of awesome piff,
Kicked out like illeagy recorded clips in court
Then you thought you'd just call the chick like you're legit...
But you drunker than a man should be
I'm bollocks off the couple that you handed me
Nex thing, this wankers grabbin his keys so he can
Drive drunk to this chick he plans to leave...

(The WIngman) What a waste of day I got wasted today man I'm wasting away
And it pains me to say what a shame of a game we were aiming to play

I snatch the keys back, this is crazy living
Calling all his ex girls to see if they forgive him
I'm getting shaky vision couple that with Babysitting
Double back around the block to clear my head and play position
Now my mate is missing... and i hate to ditch him
If he's gone and he doesn't wanna take me with him
I'm a blameless victim, it's only fair you know...
Turn around he's like "there you are, where'd you go?"
Bollocks, this close to Home Alone...
If the story was Mcualy off his dome'n' stoned
I'm taking Homey Home like bro's from Moe's
Dont wanna Barney so I B Sharp on the Open Road
Yo baby, you on board? Hollar at this one Broad
En Core, fuck it, if he wants more...
I'm at my front door, my brother's running game
Another job well done but what a fkn day...

(The Wingman) What a waste of day I got wasted today man I'm wasting away
And it pains me to say what a shame of a game we were aiming to play
Track Name: Same Door
We aint fitting through the same door
Just gimme something i can aim for
Whole world rappin, we aint fitting through the same door
gimme something i can aim for
Whole world trapping, we aint fitting through that lame door
You gimme something i can aim for
Every now and then i get a glimpse and a taste on my tounge
Like yeah, it's exactly what i came for...

Na... we aint fitting through the same door...
Get a chance to play the game, then you wanna play more
...Every step could be a claymore
Waiting for a hand, yuo gotta take yours...
All my mates are making kids, I just wanna make a hit
Someting small to stay legit to warrent this relationship
Feelin ancient kid, guess i wasnt made for this
You all sound like you're from London, fuck my life, i'm hating it...
This your spliff boy? I'm taking it
Take a hit and make it quick before i run away with it...
Thinkin back to when i gave a shit
When skibadee was my favourite And mini-me was in raves with him
I thought i'd be making waves with him
Second i got into hip hop, thinking i'd be mates with Slim
Waiting on a growth spurt to shake the rim
Now I gotta find a job cuz gigs dont seem to pay for shit

We aint fitting through the same door
You gimme something i can aim for
Whole world rappin, we aint fitting through the same door
You gimme something i can aim for
Whole world rappng, we aint fitting through the same door
You gimme something i can aim for
Every now and then i get a glimpse and a taste on my tounge
Like yeah, it's exactly what i came for...

I like likes and i'm in-to-views
But my CV aint getting me no interviews
It's like dating, you're hating the waiting
You're all dressed up and they're just not that into you
Free gig, bottom Bill, wait for a sec...
...If you my dog why you hating a vet
Pay me the check or pay me respect and i'll play for a set.
Burning all my bridges while I'm waiting for death
...Need a fix like i'm faulty,
Quick to get salty This Chip on my shoulder is
Moldy... So, no Gold for this Golden oldie
Aint worth knowing or well known beacuse the old me
Was holding me up and holding me back
Sobering up, aint goin with that i know it's a drag
Tell me self Joe its the fags, it so isnt that
I left my soul in the bag...
Track Name: Get Vex (Prod. Vice Beats)
Oi! This is the plan, back in the day he was hitting the fan
Jackin' the trade but he isn't the man! Why isn't anyone listening? Dam!
Missing the fam? Visiting Nan, visiting hours are whittling down
Now there's nobody to visit, I visit the body it isn't around
Grave sight at the grave site, so I exit stage right
I'm on stage right, I got stage fright I don't really wanna play or play fight
I'm breaking the first rule and the second too what you reckon dude?
You wrekin dudes like its Teken 2 with a weapon Who is respecting you?

That's Fear you can smell... Everybody sees your moves and hears you as well
And we gonna see you in Hell...
I get Vex, Vex....

Joe Chill, chillin now, still in doubt I should live in town
Give in? How can I give in now? Trippin out like I'm skipping wrong
Bit of piff and I writ a song, Lit a spliff and I hit a bong
Sure to grow if get a long, short, grow.. long
Feeling gone wandering where has the evening gone
Pondering weather to leave this one with a leaf this.. strong
I believe it's on... Chronic, with them tears you can tell,
Indoors for months cuz that's Fear you can smell...

That's Fear you can smell... Everybody sees your moves and hears you as well
And we gonna see you in Hell...I get Vex...

Back on my feet... Second Breakfast attacking the street
Beatmakekers are backing the beats and rappers are saying raps are a treat
Jeeh! Is that actually me? This time last year i was acting a chief
Old Skool TV my Practice was peak but now that I practice things are less weak
I went boom bap did a few raps with a few chaps
got a few daps and a few crew saying tru dat and I'm chuffed bro
Typhoon in a Tugboat, what's it all mean? Fuck knows
But I done shows and I'm gun ho for a tonne mo' so book me quick
No money for the bus then sook mi dick
I've looked a prick I'm used to it, happy and bless but rap is a stress
when everybody in the whole room can spit...
Head Shot, Press kit, I wish I'd never said shit
Man... wish I'd never said shit...
Track Name: Fifty Quid Gig Prod. Micall Parknsun (Remaster)
Ten pound for muvvaa, Ten pound for for me....
Ten pound to save...Ten pound to eat....
Ten pound for warty to make me believe
That a stoner like me can achieve...

Respect to the workin class dad, me?
I aint got a girl tonight, put the world to rights
No father to my style, i'm the dirty type,
...Just Waiting for a girl to bite
I heard she might, Someset Suburban type
Somebody I could Learn to like
Evening Cypher: Smoke a herb at night
Burned a Pipe, hype like I earned a stripe...
I went for mine go for yours,
open doors ,show them who they opened for
Broke and poor, oh bro you hoped for more
Still stoked at the blokes that I opened for
I'm happy... like pahrrell said, well fed
Eating good sonny, na money, Wealth Ed
Read a book funny dummy get yourself read..
And do a weekly budget...

Ten pound for muvva, Ten pound for for me....
Ten pound to save...Ten pound to eat....
Ten pound for warty to make me believe
That a stoner like me can achieve...

Me myself and THAT guy with the Akai, The man is a boss...
Another Underworld Epic in the Land of The Lost
I been my own worst enemy with handling costs
Once you handle a little then you can handle a lot
BLAOW! Buyin more than just a bag of weed
Eww I dont buy beats, what? You just blag em free?
This aint no playground son, dont be tagging me
You either Have the Fee or you aint PAYIN for a man to eat...
When the mortage is payed with respect
I will make you a cheque you can save or collect
Til then.. Behave or accept
That freestyles are free but you pay for a set
...Exposure is creepy
Graveyard Set feelin Sobre and Sleepy
Flyer for promoters and hope that he sees me...
And that i get my fifty quid...

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