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Cannon Fodder EP

by Stig Of The Dump

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released August 31, 2012

All tracks produced & mixed by Pete Cannon.
All vocals written & performed by Stig Of The Dump
Tracks 1, 2 & 5 recorded by Jehst at High Plains Studio's.
Tracks 3 & 4 recorded by Naive at The Machine Studio's.
All tracks recorded for Lewis Recordings & F.U.Music


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Track Name: One

We were tighter miser, always kicked it like mitre
where ever she resided you could find me right beside her
I used to play it down as if I only kinda liked her
& my flirty little disses made her eyes shined brighter
I used to think how the hell did I find her
Watching as she carefully applied her eye liner
Mistified by her…..
I was suckered until she had dancing to her tune like the pied piper
I was none the wiser, blindly in love
Oblivious to the fact that in time she’d switch up
& she did switch up, proper flipped out
Always on the war path looking for a big row
& I’d oblige, I mean come I got a big mouth
Aiming at her high horse tryna knock the thing down
Eventually I got kicked out
But I’d rather go back to sleeping rough than with that bitch now


With the last lass I had things started out casually
The type of girl that I would hang around happily
I became attached to her ever so gradually
Then naturally it turned into a fucking shit factory
What a catastrophe an absolute mess
A new Mrs with a bag of new stress
Some times I had an attitude yes
But when im treated l like a mug thats what you have to expect
Jealousy, scrutiny, stressing me, stupidly
Messing with my head til it affected me musically
I can’t explain the nightmare that it grew to be
What a huge relief to be away from that lunacy
Usually I’m really not the type of guy to hold a grudge
I know that falling out of love is part of growing up
But when ya ladys acting crazy like she’s smoking dust
Ya better being on ya 1’s cos 2 can be as lonely trust.

Track Name: Hard Work
Verse 1:

I can turn my hand to any style I want, depending on what vibe I’m on/
Love, peace & happiness, to bang him with an iron rod/
Whiney little Emo, to an ego like I’m a god
& I could make a pile of gwop but fuck it I just pied it off
Cos I refuse to compromise my lot just for the sterling/
I’m me for every penny of the pounds that I’ve been earning/
And one thing that’s for certain, I’ll keep the fire burning/
And stay true to myself until I face the final curtain/
I’ve been working like a dog, so please forgive me if I bark a bit
I don’t give a toss if you’re a badman when your bars are shit
It’s a major labels loss because they don’t know how to market this/
A living definition of what an independent artist is
So bump your system loud
Turn you music up, ‘cos I’m a bun the system down
Keep ice & chains cos I aint come to piss about
This is a different sound, I’ll kill it til the industry is disembowelled

Verse 2:

It’s time to get the money in
Style raw enough to make ya eyes water like an onion
I tell the truth I tryna be a funny en
Bring the greatest of all time & I’m a curry him
I’m tryna build a brand from the ground up
Been broke now I’m tryna get the pounds up
For now the whole brow stays frowned up
Until I see the figures in my bank account mount up
Grinding like a coke heads teeth
Bars are intricately woven so the flow gets peak
I wan’t paying but ain’t making that processed cheese
Cos I aint tryna write a track about a Rolex Sweep.
Peep.. it gets deep without an aqua lung
So there’s passion in the bars when I’m rapping ‘em
Syncopate the war cry to the banging drum
Can in hand, mastering my art like Alex Young

Verse 3:

I work twice as hard as the next guy
On the hustle til the second that the cheques signed
I don’t belive that I can settle in my next life
You’re only here once you know & homie, I’m a get mine.
But I aint all about the peso,
I don’t play thug with just the right amout of J-Lo
Bills still come in by the day so
I’m tryna get em studying my quotes like Plato
Cos courage is knowing what not to fear
So if ya think I’m shook of ya tough act you’re on the gear
This aint a pop track, talking bout it’s hot in here
I’m tryna make the rent off the realness they wanna hear
I been through drama in my life & it aint over yet
But I learnt from my mistakes so like the ink suggests, No Regrets
If ya here to stack some chips, that’s some shit I won’t respect
My bars are born from moments where the rhythm & my soul connect


I work hard, it's hard work
When you're tryna put the art first
But i admit that i'm in love with the music
I'm just sick of seeing suckers abuse it, that's why;
I work hard, it's hard work
When you're tryna put the art first
I admit i'm still in love with the music
I'm just sick of seeing suckers abuse it
That's true shit.
Track Name: Official

This aint no, check shirt, skinny jeans, hipster tip
Its that neck jerk, swigging Beam, official shit
Bombing hard as Nagasaki when the missile hit
So get ya face screwed up & Lets get into it
Turn your speakers up loud
If you smoke get your reefer bunned down
This is ain’t a joke, nah but we keep it bugged out
Middle finger stiff, bitch what think stig NOW…


Just watch, i kill it right from the jump off
back at like crack addicts in a drug spot
Team Hate, stay screaming fuck pop
The deadliest click you never heard since a gun cocked
Blaow, im in the house like i left sutting
blowing doja dope enough to get ya chest bugging
My old man told me shy kids get nothing
So get ya war face on & get stuck in
Now I’m going all out
Building up a rep & steady getting more clout
Piff, Drink, tatted up skanks,
& Art Over Money, so you know what I’m about
No doubt, I’m a problem with an attitude
Strapping zoots until my lungs are black as papalazarou
School bully of the scene, I’m a slap a few
Rappers, til I’m knackered, then I sit back & laugh a you


Roll a blunt up to this & take a couple hits
Aint nobody on a beat come as tough as Stig
Opinions are like arseholes, trust me kid
Everybody’s got one & usually there full of shit
Scruffy kicks & pint, that’s me
Lies about how you clap heat, that’s you
Snuffing dudes with right hand, that’s me
So watch your cheek when I pass through.. Or get the snooze button.
Cos this is grown man, business
You want a verse you gotta pay for the privilege
I got the critics thinking what the fuck is this
Music for the misfits, moving through ya district
Super glue your lips quick, say Nathan
You know the coo Me & Team stay hating
You don't wanna see me lose my patience
I’m Bruce banner with grammer after gamma radiation


Raw northern brawler type, born to perform on mics
No debate, over weight but fly like Orville Wright
Bored of life, talking hype, tryna cause a fight
So if your wanna throw fists better up your portion size
I drink the bar dry before they’re calling time
Then hit the offie for the fortified wine
Antisocial, far from a normal guy
So kick rocks & watch the floor when I’m walking buy
I’m the twinkle in your daughter’s eye
The sound of my voice got her wetter than a water pipe
I’m Hardcore, I never pen a corny line
So when I press record the rest fall behind
Always talking shite it’s what I’m entertained by
My whole attitude is never say die
Heavyweight rhymes that could devastate lives
I’m the best that ever did it, let me demonstrate why
Track Name: Head Banger Boogy
We got that head banger boogy, make mind go numb
Like you been puffing on a baggy of that hydro punk
For my rock n rollers waiting til their giro comes
A little dose of something that we call psycho funk
We got that head banger boogy, make mind go numb
Like you been puffing on a baggy of that hydro punk
For my rock n rollers waiting til their giro comes
A little dose of something that we call psycho funk

If ya sick of the same day to day you gotta break out
If 9to5 has got ya hating fucking break out
If ya life's wasting away its time to break out
Fuck em all, do you, prepare for the shake down
No more, no way, I will not stay down
Lost my way for minute but I will stay found
Watch the Hate mount, while by standers say nowt
I refuse to be another sheep, I will break ground
Face down in mud, its hard to stay seine
That’s why I refuse to chase fame im tryna maintain
Different day same shit, Different shit same day
Difference is I will be not be taking it the same way


Bein a citezen that’s missing in the system isn’t fun
Weather your living lavish or your living in the slums
No matter if your paid or you get insufficient fund
If your eating or your fighting for those little bit of crumbs
Were all slaves to the route of all evil
Feeding off the lies that the television feeds you
The cunts who run the country are cunning & deceitful
With weapons of mass deception the media deceives you
I refuse to conform to norm and toe the line
Not slave to wages but my brain works over time
Im tryna go for mine, do for self, spit bars
Don the game, forget John mclane im wanna live hard


I know a lot of people might consider me a lunatic
Cos I make music based on hating on the music biz
Don’t get it twisted it aint complex like a rubix is
I love the art its pure, but hate the heads I see abusing it
When I was new to this its something I would do for kicks
I never started rapping cos I thought it would be lucrative
So these days music is usually condusive with
a hustle just to eat & get the rent in, I’m venting
cos I don’t ever want to live to work, or worse work to live
I don’t think our purpose on this earth is just earn a quid
I don’t have the answers, so the madness keeps on lurking in
& I could take the happy pills but this is my alternative
Track Name: They
Dead fish swim with the current, I wont play their game
Im tryna find a balance, they’re tryna make their name
Im nothing like the rest, Im tryna break away
But the more things change, the more THEY stay the same
Prepared for war, I’ll dig my heels in & take the strain
Fuelled with passion burning brighter than a naked flame
I want to see things improve but wont wait in vane
Cos the more things change, the more THEY stay the same

As far as im concerned, the whole world can die twice
Leave me the fuck alone so I can write rhymes
We wont ever see no justice in our lifetimes
They keep on getting richer while we struggle by the side lines
9 times out of 10, they create the zeitgeist
the whole world some how convinced that they have like minds
but great minds don’t think a like, they think differently
So that’s why public opinion ain't shit to me
I’ll never fall down, im all out for victory
Only those who win the war get to write the history
I’ll march to a different beat, til I got blistered feet
Its not a metaphor, I mean it literally
An individual is something I insist to be
I put the real me in every single little bit of speech
Inner visions got switching to a vicious beast
Walking the British streets, talking through gritted teeth


Back on my bullshit, back on my grizzly
Pen & a pad & hip flask full of whisky
Back to the big leagues,
Back to looking for an opportunity cos I’ll be damned if it miss me
Back to the drawing board, nose to the grindstone
Off the map into my mind’s own time zone
Brainstorm chaser, rhyme flow cyclone
3rd eye open to truth, im a do me
Yeah, im right back at it
Fuck an open mic, I want it right back damn it
I control a crowd something like black magic
Its that manic, a cause a nation wide mass panic
Plus, i don't give a fuck if its dead or not
I’ll be hip hop til my body gets left to rot
Til the flowers grow wild on my grave,
Until they wither in the winter & the very last petal drops


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