Paroles Still standing in the bog Tha Blue Herb

Still standing in the bog

We have invented an entirely new tactic, in the midst of battle it can be called artform.
I can see our goal dimly on the other side of legend, and I join hands with Ill Gates, Ill-cedes
at the back.
Quash rumours before controlling sales, as we stock up songs in the local neighbourfood.
Checkmate takes the game in a split second of chance as the wind switches direction.
To the nation's minors, outsiders and stylers, there 's not a single reason for you to leave your town.
This is the succcess story of a Sapporo based duo, who hate ass lickers.
ASIAN NEW AGE LANGUAGE GUERRILLA
The Machiavellian peacemaker, the hero of a turbulent age, the Blue arrives from the north of Japan.
Never skimping on work so much it hurts, I'm a new type of assassin who doesn't belong to one family.
THe aesthetics of pain, the dynamics of getting high, the economics of an illeagal state.
From the experience in severe battle fields and simulations, I have climbed up to be a non-fiction
writer.
Japanese rappers used to make money back then, only because there was more demand than supply.
We were to far to reach for information, being in small cities kept us handicapped.
Kept losing human resources, used to curse heads for not paying attention.
I realised when I saw the local cats trying to flatter those pop rappers who only make an occasional
visit.
That we could be no more than just rocal promoters, that's not what we've been working for.
On the endless ride back home from work, two of us made the final agreement and got off at Hiragishi.
Even now, shows get sold out for lip-sync foreign bands and wannabees.
We gather around in another location, yeah the world can be split in two.
CD and vinyl, word of mouth and media, devoted fan and lowbrow, mimic and origin