DEEP RAP VERSES...
“Plagued By Puppets”
Puppet people, with puppet thoughts/
Puppet police force, and puppet courts
The puppets taught, by puppet schools/
The puppet teachers, with puppet rules
The puppet lives, of which puppets talk/
Through puppet eyes, the puppets gawk
The government lies, the puppets bought/
The puppets comply, when government ought
If puppets don't like, these puppets report/
Yet in public these puppets, not doing f*ck all
What puppets were taught, was go get the Jab/
And if you end up a corpse, no Vaccine for that
These puppets attached, but won't see the strings/
So when puppets attack, it's those that have wings
Puppeteers create wars, of which puppets have fought/
Now indoors, with inlaws, is where puppets will fall.
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Puppet police force, and puppet courts
The puppets taught, by puppet schools/
The puppet teachers, with puppet rules
The puppet lives, of which puppets talk/
Through puppet eyes, the puppets gawk
The government lies, the puppets bought/
The puppets comply, when government ought
If puppets don't like, these puppets report/
Yet in public these puppets, not doing f*ck all
What puppets were taught, was go get the Jab/
And if you end up a corpse, no Vaccine for that
These puppets attached, but won't see the strings/
So when puppets attack, it's those that have wings
Puppeteers create wars, of which puppets have fought/
Now indoors, with inlaws, is where puppets will fall.
Copyright 2021 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“Not My Problem”
How is it my problem, for what you have done with your life/
You wasn't born with the talent, to write the stuff which I write
You had just one job to do, but still couldn't do that job right/
And if you're thinking to have two, I think your tubes should be tied
I'm too astute to comply, I mock the stupid with rhyme/
Whilst getting accused of harassment, like go form a line
I'm like a thorn in their side, yet all they do is just talk/
So when they tell Porkie Pies, they get the verbal onslaught
Ain't a Judge or a Jury, whom can stop what I rap/
As in a room, through my puberty, I was doing just that
When I was young being abused, this is all I ever knew/
And whether I blew or I didn't, I'm still much better than you
I'm not the one to make Drill, but Black & Decker they do/
Just grab a couple of the Shecka's, for the Dank that we grew
If my truths were made public, then the hate would increase/
Hence I do not discuss, more than I want em to see.
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You wasn't born with the talent, to write the stuff which I write
You had just one job to do, but still couldn't do that job right/
And if you're thinking to have two, I think your tubes should be tied
I'm too astute to comply, I mock the stupid with rhyme/
Whilst getting accused of harassment, like go form a line
I'm like a thorn in their side, yet all they do is just talk/
So when they tell Porkie Pies, they get the verbal onslaught
Ain't a Judge or a Jury, whom can stop what I rap/
As in a room, through my puberty, I was doing just that
When I was young being abused, this is all I ever knew/
And whether I blew or I didn't, I'm still much better than you
I'm not the one to make Drill, but Black & Decker they do/
Just grab a couple of the Shecka's, for the Dank that we grew
If my truths were made public, then the hate would increase/
Hence I do not discuss, more than I want em to see.
Copyright 2021 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“Lonely Road”
The age of consent, it's about to get lower/
And only makes sense, to the descendants of Noah
God gave me pen & paper, but it was my job to show ya/
Yet the more I put pen to paper, the more I became a loner
It goes deeper than solar system, those who glow with wisdom/
Living in dozy Covid Britain, got me flowing poetry different
They stare cause I am different, I laugh cause they're the same/
Weren't prepared for my vision, to the sane I must be strange
I made a game from out the pain, you see the sun, I see the rain/
You see no fire, I see the flame, look in their eyes, I see the shame
I see through the lies & who they blame, I guess this life is just a game/
I can see through the mind's of the lame, & our mind's are not the same
I used to think that I was strange, like my brain had gone all wonky/
But then the UK got masked up, & queued up for Jab like a Zombie
Within this off-key society, it's like these prophecies ah come true/
I won't side with these demons, now if only you knew.
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And only makes sense, to the descendants of Noah
God gave me pen & paper, but it was my job to show ya/
Yet the more I put pen to paper, the more I became a loner
It goes deeper than solar system, those who glow with wisdom/
Living in dozy Covid Britain, got me flowing poetry different
They stare cause I am different, I laugh cause they're the same/
Weren't prepared for my vision, to the sane I must be strange
I made a game from out the pain, you see the sun, I see the rain/
You see no fire, I see the flame, look in their eyes, I see the shame
I see through the lies & who they blame, I guess this life is just a game/
I can see through the mind's of the lame, & our mind's are not the same
I used to think that I was strange, like my brain had gone all wonky/
But then the UK got masked up, & queued up for Jab like a Zombie
Within this off-key society, it's like these prophecies ah come true/
I won't side with these demons, now if only you knew.
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“A War Without Bombs”
This is the good versus evil, and the feeble have failed/
I watched em hoodwink my people, then weaken the crowd
I've seen the proud lose their pride, with the mind's of a clown/
Whilst inside they go hide, like their mind's are worn down
I'm surrounded by lives, who I'm suprised have survived/
And in their eyes is contempt, no common sense ah reside
When the truth is the enemy, on the lies they'll rely/
Hence when I pen and name them, they get offended and lie
If I was offended by rhymes, I would go find a bridge/
For me to practice to fly, so I could die like a div
From a bloodline of eejit's, I'd seen Egypt before/
The Descendents of Pharoahs, would beat me indoors
We're all deep in a war, those before us had fought/
Yet if the asleep wanna snore, there's no more to report
What they taught us was bullsh*t, to keep us dumbed down/
It's like walking a tortoise, or to talk with no sound.
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I watched em hoodwink my people, then weaken the crowd
I've seen the proud lose their pride, with the mind's of a clown/
Whilst inside they go hide, like their mind's are worn down
I'm surrounded by lives, who I'm suprised have survived/
And in their eyes is contempt, no common sense ah reside
When the truth is the enemy, on the lies they'll rely/
Hence when I pen and name them, they get offended and lie
If I was offended by rhymes, I would go find a bridge/
For me to practice to fly, so I could die like a div
From a bloodline of eejit's, I'd seen Egypt before/
The Descendents of Pharoahs, would beat me indoors
We're all deep in a war, those before us had fought/
Yet if the asleep wanna snore, there's no more to report
What they taught us was bullsh*t, to keep us dumbed down/
It's like walking a tortoise, or to talk with no sound.
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“My Manhood Intact”
I wanna see a Nazi get stabbed, as he begs for his Narc life/
Until he begs and get's clapped, and I mean more than twice
I wanna see eyes roll back in his skull, as he chokes on his blood/
I guess this is the outcome, for a kid that weren't loved
I wanna see racists in places, where they cry and lay flowers/
Just for me to kick up the places, of which they pray & lay cowards
There's such power with words, of which these mugs cannot stop/
From a nought to Crown Court, to these thoughts can't be stopped
It's like the majority are flops, like some fat b*tch bout to dive/
They can't fight for their freedom, but for England they'll cry
Whilst rampaging buses, like some lost little f*cks/
Like thank God when I f*cked em, the condom didn't bust
How I can I trust any man, when I can't trust myself/
If these Heathens are going heaven, I'll write poems in Hell
I've seen em sell out their manhood, yet still they wan' chat/
It's like my life is some damn book, with my manhood intact.
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Until he begs and get's clapped, and I mean more than twice
I wanna see eyes roll back in his skull, as he chokes on his blood/
I guess this is the outcome, for a kid that weren't loved
I wanna see racists in places, where they cry and lay flowers/
Just for me to kick up the places, of which they pray & lay cowards
There's such power with words, of which these mugs cannot stop/
From a nought to Crown Court, to these thoughts can't be stopped
It's like the majority are flops, like some fat b*tch bout to dive/
They can't fight for their freedom, but for England they'll cry
Whilst rampaging buses, like some lost little f*cks/
Like thank God when I f*cked em, the condom didn't bust
How I can I trust any man, when I can't trust myself/
If these Heathens are going heaven, I'll write poems in Hell
I've seen em sell out their manhood, yet still they wan' chat/
It's like my life is some damn book, with my manhood intact.
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“The Fire In My Soul Exposed”
No council will house me, and my family resent me/
Everyday I feel lousy, and on the inside I'm empty
Except for the rage that I feel, towards all of them/
Who were supposed to be close, to this thorn with a pen
If I could reborn again, I'd definately call in sick/
From the beginning to the end, I've had to forge to exist
If it wasn't for my dog, I swear I'd call it quits/
Tired of calling for a God, whenever I'm falling to bits
I'd slit my wrist just to feel, some kind of release from this world/
As since a kid all I could feel, was a disease and it's real
I had to reveal what they done, and for that I went to jail/
Nearly killed by my mum, I took to rap to prevail
Like the snail and the tortoise, I was aHead like the Hare/
Until the pale got nautious, and called the Fed for warfare
With this head in despair, I'm more than prepared to go home/
And when I'm gone from here, they can have my poetry throne.
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Everyday I feel lousy, and on the inside I'm empty
Except for the rage that I feel, towards all of them/
Who were supposed to be close, to this thorn with a pen
If I could reborn again, I'd definately call in sick/
From the beginning to the end, I've had to forge to exist
If it wasn't for my dog, I swear I'd call it quits/
Tired of calling for a God, whenever I'm falling to bits
I'd slit my wrist just to feel, some kind of release from this world/
As since a kid all I could feel, was a disease and it's real
I had to reveal what they done, and for that I went to jail/
Nearly killed by my mum, I took to rap to prevail
Like the snail and the tortoise, I was aHead like the Hare/
Until the pale got nautious, and called the Fed for warfare
With this head in despair, I'm more than prepared to go home/
And when I'm gone from here, they can have my poetry throne.
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“Mowgli”
My bloodline are like cling film, I can see right through em/
And being basic this scares em, I dare em to play truant
A family reunion, I don't think so, they can all suck the dead/
As being a lesser to Ian, you can't rent no room in my head
Being mistuned and inbred, inside their head is deformed/
Hence what they said to the feds, couldn't affect what is norm
From when I born I've been hated, by their stupid white faces/
So when I bred with mixed race, pretty soon came more hate
I won't debate with the stupid, I put their life on the net/
Just to mock the abusive, within a life they can't accept
I spit bars they get upset, and do what white cowards do/
Often mumble under breath, then run to the boys in the blue
Like when Mowgli found Baloo, is what I've found in my dog/
And since mother couldn't drown me, I go to town on the flock
On the dark night I found hip-hop, I have never looked back/
Made a lot of money from Grows, but I have never cooked Crack.
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And being basic this scares em, I dare em to play truant
A family reunion, I don't think so, they can all suck the dead/
As being a lesser to Ian, you can't rent no room in my head
Being mistuned and inbred, inside their head is deformed/
Hence what they said to the feds, couldn't affect what is norm
From when I born I've been hated, by their stupid white faces/
So when I bred with mixed race, pretty soon came more hate
I won't debate with the stupid, I put their life on the net/
Just to mock the abusive, within a life they can't accept
I spit bars they get upset, and do what white cowards do/
Often mumble under breath, then run to the boys in the blue
Like when Mowgli found Baloo, is what I've found in my dog/
And since mother couldn't drown me, I go to town on the flock
On the dark night I found hip-hop, I have never looked back/
Made a lot of money from Grows, but I have never cooked Crack.
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"Most Of Mankind Are Spastic"
Most of Mankind are spastic, and that is a fact/
With their Masks & Elastic, & Vaccine me up, Jack
Today's b*tch's are ratchets, & most of em clapped/
Only out for the riches, like Sugar Daddy will do that
I'm nearly 40 not 60, hardly washed like detergent/
I just Hustle like Nipsey, praying I don't get bit by the Serpent
All my life has been uncertain, but it ain't curtains for me/
Until I done hurt who don't hurt me, no matter colour or creed
I done breed what was enemy, and that there still hurts me/
Because I still love my baby, but to my baby I ain't worthy
I will serve you these verses, until the day I stop breathe/
And when I leave what had cursed me, I promise you'll miss me
All the misery which I've lived, couldn't be survived by no other/
I've had to fight all my life, I've had never had no Dad or a Mother
My Mother tried smother my sister, I see the writing on the walls/
In the room that it happened, yet they blame Rap for my thoughts.
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With their Masks & Elastic, & Vaccine me up, Jack
Today's b*tch's are ratchets, & most of em clapped/
Only out for the riches, like Sugar Daddy will do that
I'm nearly 40 not 60, hardly washed like detergent/
I just Hustle like Nipsey, praying I don't get bit by the Serpent
All my life has been uncertain, but it ain't curtains for me/
Until I done hurt who don't hurt me, no matter colour or creed
I done breed what was enemy, and that there still hurts me/
Because I still love my baby, but to my baby I ain't worthy
I will serve you these verses, until the day I stop breathe/
And when I leave what had cursed me, I promise you'll miss me
All the misery which I've lived, couldn't be survived by no other/
I've had to fight all my life, I've had never had no Dad or a Mother
My Mother tried smother my sister, I see the writing on the walls/
In the room that it happened, yet they blame Rap for my thoughts.
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“Idle Threats Excite Me”
I can't wait for the threats, when they see what's been done/
Like let’s not forget, here's some regrets and I'm Dunne
I tried telling these pr*cks, they lack the minerals to war me/
Yet I'd be labelled as the criminal, if I were put it on my story
A sorry would have been a start, but the Narc in em said no/
So low blows is what I've give em, like the bars in my flows
They did me wrong and they know, so I've done em much worse/
Now try prove it you Joey's, these are just words in my verse
It's gonna hurt you I promise, and I promise you won't get it back/
It's what happens when you're a novice, you're a Boris you're a tw*t
You've had it coming for a long time, and I enjoyed every minute/
I told you I'd put an end to your sunshine, then boi your little image
When you're destroyed I'll be finished, and it'll witnessed by your God/
Who'll be powerless to stop it, like the incest commited by Job
Try read a book you f*ckin nob, and not the book that you grip/
Or would you get shook, when you look like some divvy little pr*ck.
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Like let’s not forget, here's some regrets and I'm Dunne
I tried telling these pr*cks, they lack the minerals to war me/
Yet I'd be labelled as the criminal, if I were put it on my story
A sorry would have been a start, but the Narc in em said no/
So low blows is what I've give em, like the bars in my flows
They did me wrong and they know, so I've done em much worse/
Now try prove it you Joey's, these are just words in my verse
It's gonna hurt you I promise, and I promise you won't get it back/
It's what happens when you're a novice, you're a Boris you're a tw*t
You've had it coming for a long time, and I enjoyed every minute/
I told you I'd put an end to your sunshine, then boi your little image
When you're destroyed I'll be finished, and it'll witnessed by your God/
Who'll be powerless to stop it, like the incest commited by Job
Try read a book you f*ckin nob, and not the book that you grip/
Or would you get shook, when you look like some divvy little pr*ck.
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“Hunt Saboteur”
I will rock the jaw of any wh*re, I catch at a hunt/
You touch a Fox I touch your lot, you self entitled c*nt
Instead of nurture you murder, so to hurt you's a must/
You'll know this ain't verbal, when somebody gets touched
I'd love some mug in his 50's, to get lippy & hit me/
So I can beat him & his kid, just to strip him of all dignity
I see my dad in these hunters, & like that c*nt they'll get it/
As when I hear a Fox cry, I wanna see em dead to correct it
Being they're weak & pathetic, with the mind of a Narc/
If I said it I meant it, & when I strike it'll be dark
I follow cars like undercovers, & put addresses on net/
In the hope that some pro-Hunter, gets shot in the head
And when he does I will laugh, all the way to his grave/
Like did they think that my art, was just bars that I say
They partake in killing of Fox, & then call it a sport/
Let's just hope flames through letterbox, don't murder them all.
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You touch a Fox I touch your lot, you self entitled c*nt
Instead of nurture you murder, so to hurt you's a must/
You'll know this ain't verbal, when somebody gets touched
I'd love some mug in his 50's, to get lippy & hit me/
So I can beat him & his kid, just to strip him of all dignity
I see my dad in these hunters, & like that c*nt they'll get it/
As when I hear a Fox cry, I wanna see em dead to correct it
Being they're weak & pathetic, with the mind of a Narc/
If I said it I meant it, & when I strike it'll be dark
I follow cars like undercovers, & put addresses on net/
In the hope that some pro-Hunter, gets shot in the head
And when he does I will laugh, all the way to his grave/
Like did they think that my art, was just bars that I say
They partake in killing of Fox, & then call it a sport/
Let's just hope flames through letterbox, don't murder them all.
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“I’m Not Some Needy Human”
I'm not some needy human, who needs another human/
To give them self worth, when I verse like sub-human
If you do it's up to you &, the insecurities inside ya/
That makes you rely on a man, who's a waster just like ya
I took a taste & decided to, not walk down this path/
When my bars are more exciting, than most people are
This art is fantastic, unlike a spastic with needs/
Who only weighs down his carer, all their dreams unachieved
I believe I'm better than no one, unless it comes to this rap/
Then I believe there is no one, who can touch me & that's facts
I get Narcy with these bars, but never show a Narc any love/
Being our levels are so far apart, I'm just so much above
If you don't like it suck it d*ck, the thing is most of you do/
So that was hardly a diss, to sub par humans like you
I got screwed over by a fam, who were scared of my potential/
Like I'd bow down to a fam, who lack the most basic essential.
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To give them self worth, when I verse like sub-human
If you do it's up to you &, the insecurities inside ya/
That makes you rely on a man, who's a waster just like ya
I took a taste & decided to, not walk down this path/
When my bars are more exciting, than most people are
This art is fantastic, unlike a spastic with needs/
Who only weighs down his carer, all their dreams unachieved
I believe I'm better than no one, unless it comes to this rap/
Then I believe there is no one, who can touch me & that's facts
I get Narcy with these bars, but never show a Narc any love/
Being our levels are so far apart, I'm just so much above
If you don't like it suck it d*ck, the thing is most of you do/
So that was hardly a diss, to sub par humans like you
I got screwed over by a fam, who were scared of my potential/
Like I'd bow down to a fam, who lack the most basic essential.
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“If Darkness Prevails”
Karma is full circle, and that is it's goal/
Your home will be burgled, for all that was stole
Your house will be emptied, til I empty your soul/
Like I'm sure the Lord sent me, to come bury you whole
Being the Narc that you are, you will think this is fable/
Til you're tied up with cable, then raped and disabled
More than Abel I'm Cain, go see what happened to him/
On the day that they battled, and he bodied his twin
I swam on the day, that my mother tried drown me/
And got banned by the scum, that the others call family
My Plan B was rap, if Plan A was to ever fail/
Yet since Plan A was rap, it had to be jail without bail
I took a stale Fam & made FRESH, like what I once tagged/
It's like they're all Vag & a breast, the amount I get flagged
A daughter was taken from her dad, & her dad sent to jail/
Just some examples of Karma, whenever darkness prevails.
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Your home will be burgled, for all that was stole
Your house will be emptied, til I empty your soul/
Like I'm sure the Lord sent me, to come bury you whole
Being the Narc that you are, you will think this is fable/
Til you're tied up with cable, then raped and disabled
More than Abel I'm Cain, go see what happened to him/
On the day that they battled, and he bodied his twin
I swam on the day, that my mother tried drown me/
And got banned by the scum, that the others call family
My Plan B was rap, if Plan A was to ever fail/
Yet since Plan A was rap, it had to be jail without bail
I took a stale Fam & made FRESH, like what I once tagged/
It's like they're all Vag & a breast, the amount I get flagged
A daughter was taken from her dad, & her dad sent to jail/
Just some examples of Karma, whenever darkness prevails.
Copyright 2020 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights reserved)
“Heathens Don’t Go To Heaven”
As the Lord is my witness, there's a sinner in Kingdom Hall/
Call yourself a Witness, but took my stuff and binned it all/
I then call you on your bullsh*t, yet you're quick to end the call/
Like you're not even responsible, for the sh*t that you have caused
I have recorded your talk, so when we go court you cannot lie/
Like you said that you would try, if I went and reported the crime
Now I'm a talk what's on my mind, what's on my mind is this crime/
Walking a thin line when I rhyme, fearing no one in my bloodline
If you was a man I would scar you, but you’re my Nan for f*cks sake/
Yet you've destroyed all my art, my music, and all my keepsakes
You have taken all my memories, I have nothing left but my dog/
Maybe someone should empty your flat, you'll see the problem I've got
I will have you stood in the dock, with that lowlife who helped you/
Like a pool ball in a sock, ain't the tool that I would have belt you
If but my Nan you were a man, and did the same that you've done/
I swear to God, I'd have a f*cking mother mourning her son.
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Call yourself a Witness, but took my stuff and binned it all/
I then call you on your bullsh*t, yet you're quick to end the call/
Like you're not even responsible, for the sh*t that you have caused
I have recorded your talk, so when we go court you cannot lie/
Like you said that you would try, if I went and reported the crime
Now I'm a talk what's on my mind, what's on my mind is this crime/
Walking a thin line when I rhyme, fearing no one in my bloodline
If you was a man I would scar you, but you’re my Nan for f*cks sake/
Yet you've destroyed all my art, my music, and all my keepsakes
You have taken all my memories, I have nothing left but my dog/
Maybe someone should empty your flat, you'll see the problem I've got
I will have you stood in the dock, with that lowlife who helped you/
Like a pool ball in a sock, ain't the tool that I would have belt you
If but my Nan you were a man, and did the same that you've done/
I swear to God, I'd have a f*cking mother mourning her son.
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“Cycle Of Abuse”
I spent twenty-five years, trying to make my Hubby love me/
But my husband was a Narc, and in Mart's eyes I was ugly
Putting up with his f*kery, he prefered his Stuffed Birds to me/
Because I knew he never loved me, and it sucks to be me
I would pretend to OUR friends, as my friends were none/
Disowned by my mum and my dad, until the death of her mum
So when I see her I chased her, just like a dog does a ball/
As my heart couldn't erase her, denial's so comfortable
I would curl up in a ball, and try recall the day that she cared/
But like a fool I thought she did, a trait her and my hubby shared
I swore I'd be a better woman, but I couldn't cause I'm a joke/
So off he went to a better woman, who knew how to use her throat
I'd become the brunt of his jokes, of which broke me like debt/
Then to make matters worse, his oldest son put Rap Verse on Net
Making us all look pathetic, he had hurt us with his words/
Instead of man up and accept it, me and his dad did our worst.
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But my husband was a Narc, and in Mart's eyes I was ugly
Putting up with his f*kery, he prefered his Stuffed Birds to me/
Because I knew he never loved me, and it sucks to be me
I would pretend to OUR friends, as my friends were none/
Disowned by my mum and my dad, until the death of her mum
So when I see her I chased her, just like a dog does a ball/
As my heart couldn't erase her, denial's so comfortable
I would curl up in a ball, and try recall the day that she cared/
But like a fool I thought she did, a trait her and my hubby shared
I swore I'd be a better woman, but I couldn't cause I'm a joke/
So off he went to a better woman, who knew how to use her throat
I'd become the brunt of his jokes, of which broke me like debt/
Then to make matters worse, his oldest son put Rap Verse on Net
Making us all look pathetic, he had hurt us with his words/
Instead of man up and accept it, me and his dad did our worst.
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“Monkey See, Monkey Do”
If Covid was the Nazi's, many Brits would run away/
Cover their face with a mask, & speak German today
I heard em say they believed ,what they see on the news/
And then the same on FB, like Monkey see Monkey do
When you follow the flock now, you will act like a sheep/
Then submit to a Lockdown, instead of stand up & speak
I see em stockpiling the food's, like how stupid are you/
And do the same with Loo Paper, cause the Paper's said to
Like if the shops ever ran out, you wouldn't be first I'd go rob/
Leaving you minus your Beans, & any Green that you have got
It's not like The Plod are patrolling, what with Covid & Cuts/
And the one in Croydon got Culled, when he got shot the f*ck up
I think somebody should sign me, not to rhyme but to stop/
Before I trigger some Karen, & she dies from the shock
If they could stop me they would, but they can't that's a fact/
I'm not cocky just good, at this little hobby I call rap.
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Cover their face with a mask, & speak German today
I heard em say they believed ,what they see on the news/
And then the same on FB, like Monkey see Monkey do
When you follow the flock now, you will act like a sheep/
Then submit to a Lockdown, instead of stand up & speak
I see em stockpiling the food's, like how stupid are you/
And do the same with Loo Paper, cause the Paper's said to
Like if the shops ever ran out, you wouldn't be first I'd go rob/
Leaving you minus your Beans, & any Green that you have got
It's not like The Plod are patrolling, what with Covid & Cuts/
And the one in Croydon got Culled, when he got shot the f*ck up
I think somebody should sign me, not to rhyme but to stop/
Before I trigger some Karen, & she dies from the shock
If they could stop me they would, but they can't that's a fact/
I'm not cocky just good, at this little hobby I call rap.
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“F*ck The Police, Film The Police”
Where were the police, when my mother tried to drown me/
And where was the police, when I was abused by my daddy/
Now where was the police at, when my flat it got burgled/
But quick to nick me for rap, when I called out my circle
Warren Crouch & Stan Brown, broke in & emptied my flat/
Wearing my jumper on Facebook, & the police just did Jack
When my dad binned my stuff, of both me & my child/
They threatened to put me in cuffs, if their number I dialled
Now forgive me for smiling, when their bodies get dropped/
As if it wasn't for rhyming, I would probably go body a cop
For all the sh*t that I've suffered, & the time spent in jail/
I've got no respect or an apology, & I rhyme this out loud
I'm proud of who am I, as who I am ain't a clone/
And give a damn about a man, I can just film on my phone
I had to reveal em in this flow, being they're all known to lie/
And since I ain't killing Po, there's no reason to cry.
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And where was the police, when I was abused by my daddy/
Now where was the police at, when my flat it got burgled/
But quick to nick me for rap, when I called out my circle
Warren Crouch & Stan Brown, broke in & emptied my flat/
Wearing my jumper on Facebook, & the police just did Jack
When my dad binned my stuff, of both me & my child/
They threatened to put me in cuffs, if their number I dialled
Now forgive me for smiling, when their bodies get dropped/
As if it wasn't for rhyming, I would probably go body a cop
For all the sh*t that I've suffered, & the time spent in jail/
I've got no respect or an apology, & I rhyme this out loud
I'm proud of who am I, as who I am ain't a clone/
And give a damn about a man, I can just film on my phone
I had to reveal em in this flow, being they're all known to lie/
And since I ain't killing Po, there's no reason to cry.
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“The Stupidity Is Priceless”
When Corona came to shore, they told us it was a virus/
We must lock ourselves indoors, the stupidity was priceless
I'm sure the last war we had, was with Jihadi's & Isis/
Like our kids being kidnapped, wasn't the biggest world crisis
Making mices of men, the British a cower like the French/
Like when I rhyme with my pen, these lying cowards take offence
How can I ever make any friends, in a world that always lies/
Hence I rely on just a pen, send em lines from my awkward mind
Awkward eye they bought the lie, I walk the line, it's rather thin/
Awfully bright, I've fought to fight, I took their light & made it dim
Making white her light-skin, til her black roots were erased/
The same with the history of Brixton, & it's links to the slaves
In their face I see Columbus, trying to eradicate truth/
Within a land that was stolen, by the man & his troops
Being I can & here's the proof, I took a stand like arena/
And I much prefer the truth, cause the grass is a lot greener.
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We must lock ourselves indoors, the stupidity was priceless
I'm sure the last war we had, was with Jihadi's & Isis/
Like our kids being kidnapped, wasn't the biggest world crisis
Making mices of men, the British a cower like the French/
Like when I rhyme with my pen, these lying cowards take offence
How can I ever make any friends, in a world that always lies/
Hence I rely on just a pen, send em lines from my awkward mind
Awkward eye they bought the lie, I walk the line, it's rather thin/
Awfully bright, I've fought to fight, I took their light & made it dim
Making white her light-skin, til her black roots were erased/
The same with the history of Brixton, & it's links to the slaves
In their face I see Columbus, trying to eradicate truth/
Within a land that was stolen, by the man & his troops
Being I can & here's the proof, I took a stand like arena/
And I much prefer the truth, cause the grass is a lot greener.
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“Trial And Retribution”
Truth is nowhere to be found, and whoever shuns honesty becomes my prey/
I look for justice but find none, as deliverance, it is far away
There is no justice in their paths, so the way of peace they do not know/
I intend to repay wrath to all my enemies, and retribution to all my foes
No one who walks with them shall be safe, they have turned into crooked roads/
As I put on the garments of vengeance, and wrap myself in zeal, as in a cloak
They shall grope along the wall, feeling their way like men without any eyes/
As our sins testify against us, their offences are many in my sight
Their tongues have muttered wicked things, and their hearts have uttered lies/
They have hatched the eggs of vipers, and whoever eats these eggs shall die
They have relied on empty arguments, whilst their hands are stained with blood/
I shall destroy their humble abodes, and send their children home to God
Maybe their ears are too dull to hear, until they descend to the grave itself/
No one pleads my case with any integrity, so when least expected, I shall myself
From the rising of the morning sun, I shall arrive like a pent up flood/
You both chose to growl like bears, now you shall moan mournfully like doves.
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I look for justice but find none, as deliverance, it is far away
There is no justice in their paths, so the way of peace they do not know/
I intend to repay wrath to all my enemies, and retribution to all my foes
No one who walks with them shall be safe, they have turned into crooked roads/
As I put on the garments of vengeance, and wrap myself in zeal, as in a cloak
They shall grope along the wall, feeling their way like men without any eyes/
As our sins testify against us, their offences are many in my sight
Their tongues have muttered wicked things, and their hearts have uttered lies/
They have hatched the eggs of vipers, and whoever eats these eggs shall die
They have relied on empty arguments, whilst their hands are stained with blood/
I shall destroy their humble abodes, and send their children home to God
Maybe their ears are too dull to hear, until they descend to the grave itself/
No one pleads my case with any integrity, so when least expected, I shall myself
From the rising of the morning sun, I shall arrive like a pent up flood/
You both chose to growl like bears, now you shall moan mournfully like doves.
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“You Gon’ Learn”
Full was the moon, I crawled from out of my tomb/
With a plan to send em back to the sand like dune/
Petrol can in my hand, outside Wetherspoon/
With a chip on my shoulder, which only ever grew/
A hatred in his heart, like nobody ever knew/
He put his heart into his art, but he never ever blew/
Grew to be abusive, like the mother he never knew/
In love with his daughter, so they took her too
Burn em with a verse, is when I cook that food/
It's my point of view, that I'm a lot worse than you/
Like my childhood, my adulthood they cursed that too/
So anything an adult would, don't think I do
Still think like a youth, with a soul that's old/
Abused in a room, but I still spit that gold
Walking down a road, that most won't go/
Living on a globe, where most of them are clone.
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With a plan to send em back to the sand like dune/
Petrol can in my hand, outside Wetherspoon/
With a chip on my shoulder, which only ever grew/
A hatred in his heart, like nobody ever knew/
He put his heart into his art, but he never ever blew/
Grew to be abusive, like the mother he never knew/
In love with his daughter, so they took her too
Burn em with a verse, is when I cook that food/
It's my point of view, that I'm a lot worse than you/
Like my childhood, my adulthood they cursed that too/
So anything an adult would, don't think I do
Still think like a youth, with a soul that's old/
Abused in a room, but I still spit that gold
Walking down a road, that most won't go/
Living on a globe, where most of them are clone.
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“The Devil Within”
A tormented lost soul, nobody knew of the evil within/
All alone out in the cold, they would never let him in
Hoping that he would fold, so not to publish their sins/
His soul had been sold, so I guess the Devil would win
Scratching at his skin, as if to make the hurt disappear/
Only to hurt himself further, and for the fear to reappear
In the mirror he see's Satan, but society just see's him as lost/
He knew their lives would be forsaken, like Jesus on the cross
Life had taken him to a crossroads, four choices to choose/
But he couldn't ignore the voices, who controlled what he do
The little Angel on his shoulder, was being raped by a force/
Appearing with the head of an owl, and the corpse of a horse
All the while warping his thoughts, making him think the deepest/
To commit crimes of all sorts, against the fools & the weakest
So he called out to God, hoping that the Lord would defeat this/
Only for him to tool himself up, and chop these fools into pieces.
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All alone out in the cold, they would never let him in
Hoping that he would fold, so not to publish their sins/
His soul had been sold, so I guess the Devil would win
Scratching at his skin, as if to make the hurt disappear/
Only to hurt himself further, and for the fear to reappear
In the mirror he see's Satan, but society just see's him as lost/
He knew their lives would be forsaken, like Jesus on the cross
Life had taken him to a crossroads, four choices to choose/
But he couldn't ignore the voices, who controlled what he do
The little Angel on his shoulder, was being raped by a force/
Appearing with the head of an owl, and the corpse of a horse
All the while warping his thoughts, making him think the deepest/
To commit crimes of all sorts, against the fools & the weakest
So he called out to God, hoping that the Lord would defeat this/
Only for him to tool himself up, and chop these fools into pieces.
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“More Than Just A Rapper”
I'm not gonna write anymore, until the blood has been spilt/
Then we can see who was a writer, and which one was real
I feel the need to hide nothing, I like to reveal, not conceal/
Unless it's illegal or involves people, I feel the need to shield
From the fields of the village, to the killing fields in the city/
I eat like it's my last meal, keeping it real like Machiavelli
Telling me build, but how can I build what I done built already/
I'm the foundation to the house, the metal beams keeping it steady
Well equipped and more than ready, I'm like Freddy in their dreams/
Armed with a mask and machete, my head's gone and so it seems
I feel strong from the screams, which they soon will be screaming/
I shall appear in the evening, with my legion of demons
To unleash my grievance, in the most heinous of ways/
I will attack when it's dark, to create the strangest of days
So when they put my face in the paper, and my poetry name too/
They will know I was more than a rapper, and a better one than you.
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Then we can see who was a writer, and which one was real
I feel the need to hide nothing, I like to reveal, not conceal/
Unless it's illegal or involves people, I feel the need to shield
From the fields of the village, to the killing fields in the city/
I eat like it's my last meal, keeping it real like Machiavelli
Telling me build, but how can I build what I done built already/
I'm the foundation to the house, the metal beams keeping it steady
Well equipped and more than ready, I'm like Freddy in their dreams/
Armed with a mask and machete, my head's gone and so it seems
I feel strong from the screams, which they soon will be screaming/
I shall appear in the evening, with my legion of demons
To unleash my grievance, in the most heinous of ways/
I will attack when it's dark, to create the strangest of days
So when they put my face in the paper, and my poetry name too/
They will know I was more than a rapper, and a better one than you.
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“Anxiety And Depression”
Anxiety flowing through my body, I can feel it in my veins/
This depression cannot catch my body, I cannot die in vain
I do not know a single body, who could survive all my pain/
Lord I beg you catch my body, before they come for my reign
This is my migraine, my train and my train journey/
Sticks and stones break bones, but names cannot hurt me
Can't out word me, with nursery, rhymes and try merk me/
When everytime I rhyme, each line, a burn like third degree
I use a verse to set me free, like a wild bird who is caged/
They took my child and my smile, but I can fly on this page
I wish I could fly away, back to them days she was three/
Though that is all just a dream, being she is nearly sixteen
Missed ten years of her life, yet they feel they can smirk/
Only reason they're alive, is cause my child is on this earth
My life's got a lot better, though the pain has got a lot worse/
Hence why I'm writing this letter, in the hope my prayer works.
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This depression cannot catch my body, I cannot die in vain
I do not know a single body, who could survive all my pain/
Lord I beg you catch my body, before they come for my reign
This is my migraine, my train and my train journey/
Sticks and stones break bones, but names cannot hurt me
Can't out word me, with nursery, rhymes and try merk me/
When everytime I rhyme, each line, a burn like third degree
I use a verse to set me free, like a wild bird who is caged/
They took my child and my smile, but I can fly on this page
I wish I could fly away, back to them days she was three/
Though that is all just a dream, being she is nearly sixteen
Missed ten years of her life, yet they feel they can smirk/
Only reason they're alive, is cause my child is on this earth
My life's got a lot better, though the pain has got a lot worse/
Hence why I'm writing this letter, in the hope my prayer works.
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“Your Self Hatred Is Evident”
Imagine being a mixed raced girl, wishing you were white/
Cause deep inside you feel hatred, for your skin being light
So you marry a white man, but cannot make white child/
You then move to a white land, and fake a white smile
It takes quite a while, but then you learn the white talk/
You get a white girls hairstyle, and a white girl walk
Yet guess what Light Girl, you are still not white/
No matter how many white friends, or lack of black pipe
Looking like an MJ lookalike, soul food, can't cook it right/
Not a clue what fufu looking like, look at me, I'm good ain't I
Bet you wish you could reply, though probably you will not/
Cause most probably I will arrive, terrorise your whole spot
I put the hip into hip-hop, you put the WT into White Trash/
You put the C into Confused, but never the B into black
I put my heart into rap, you try to make your dead heart white/
I make art with my rap, you feed my only child lies.
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Cause deep inside you feel hatred, for your skin being light
So you marry a white man, but cannot make white child/
You then move to a white land, and fake a white smile
It takes quite a while, but then you learn the white talk/
You get a white girls hairstyle, and a white girl walk
Yet guess what Light Girl, you are still not white/
No matter how many white friends, or lack of black pipe
Looking like an MJ lookalike, soul food, can't cook it right/
Not a clue what fufu looking like, look at me, I'm good ain't I
Bet you wish you could reply, though probably you will not/
Cause most probably I will arrive, terrorise your whole spot
I put the hip into hip-hop, you put the WT into White Trash/
You put the C into Confused, but never the B into black
I put my heart into rap, you try to make your dead heart white/
I make art with my rap, you feed my only child lies.
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“Daddy’s Little Girl”
When a daughter gets married, she should be given away by her dad/
This should be a happy time to remember, not a time to be sad
Do you remember what it felt like, when she used to sit on your lap/
Looking up to the only man, who she has ever called dad
Though ever since caught in the act, getting back her mum's clothes/
You can hardly be called that, because a real dad doesn't disown
The only little girl he's ever had, and made sad, taking her loan/
What you are is a sad man, a sad man who'll die alone
Won't be nobody by your deathbed, or no-one by your stone/
Though probably a lot of people, all fighting for your home
You can try and fool the people, like the people don't know/
You're an old fool filled with evil, and now feeble in the bones
You can never kill what I write, like you don't already know/
I'm too real to be liked, isn't that why you wrote with the po
Won't be long til you go, and I doubt many gonna mourn/
I would hate this kind of flow, coming from my first born.
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This should be a happy time to remember, not a time to be sad
Do you remember what it felt like, when she used to sit on your lap/
Looking up to the only man, who she has ever called dad
Though ever since caught in the act, getting back her mum's clothes/
You can hardly be called that, because a real dad doesn't disown
The only little girl he's ever had, and made sad, taking her loan/
What you are is a sad man, a sad man who'll die alone
Won't be nobody by your deathbed, or no-one by your stone/
Though probably a lot of people, all fighting for your home
You can try and fool the people, like the people don't know/
You're an old fool filled with evil, and now feeble in the bones
You can never kill what I write, like you don't already know/
I'm too real to be liked, isn't that why you wrote with the po
Won't be long til you go, and I doubt many gonna mourn/
I would hate this kind of flow, coming from my first born.
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“Too Blasé To Ever Give A F*ck”
I started off young and dumb, and eager to impress/
But the more I went unnoticed, all them feelings got less
So I started penning stress, on to a page of blank paper/
So my mind could get some rest, and I could pen like a narrator
But the haters soon come, from the same clan that I was raised/
For telling my life story, when I was due glory for being brave
Yet the hate crime unit felt different, and they felt to get involved/
And prepared a case against me, for the crown to shred my soul
But what I possess is called gold, and ain't nobody taking it from me/
So the whole case had no impact, because I'm still telling my story
And to try control me is like telling a mad dog, he's not to bite/
It's like telling an artist not to draw, or for a warrior not to fight
So I let them try as they might, cause I doubt they'll get far/
In fact I know that they won't, cause I'm still gloating with bars
When I think they was hoping the bars, that I could see from my cell/
Would scare me for my life, but all I could see was my little girl.
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But the more I went unnoticed, all them feelings got less
So I started penning stress, on to a page of blank paper/
So my mind could get some rest, and I could pen like a narrator
But the haters soon come, from the same clan that I was raised/
For telling my life story, when I was due glory for being brave
Yet the hate crime unit felt different, and they felt to get involved/
And prepared a case against me, for the crown to shred my soul
But what I possess is called gold, and ain't nobody taking it from me/
So the whole case had no impact, because I'm still telling my story
And to try control me is like telling a mad dog, he's not to bite/
It's like telling an artist not to draw, or for a warrior not to fight
So I let them try as they might, cause I doubt they'll get far/
In fact I know that they won't, cause I'm still gloating with bars
When I think they was hoping the bars, that I could see from my cell/
Would scare me for my life, but all I could see was my little girl.
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“The Reason I Cannot Quit”
I have spent most of my nights searching, for the meaning of life/
Though the things that I am seeing, have got me feeling not right
Yet would you believe me if I told you, that I can see my demise/
Probably not that's why I keep it shut, but keep open my third eye
I made words rhyme from a life, that was dictated and suppressed/
So as I've got older and life colder, to control me ain't worth the stress
It's probably best you leave me to my bars, or face a barrage of abuse/
Because when you go up against my art, I can guarantee you will lose
I take truths and paint movies, always keeping it factual when I rap/
And this is why my family can't defeat me, yet they keep coming back
They could never decease what I rapped, so now they're using my child/
As a way of getting me back, like I won't remove their little smiles
Both my rap style and my only child, have come under family attack/
As they knew all that made me smile, was just my child and this rap
But when you love your child & rap like I do, you know you cannot quit/
When all they do is lie & deny truth, feeding my child a load of sh*t.
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Though the things that I am seeing, have got me feeling not right
Yet would you believe me if I told you, that I can see my demise/
Probably not that's why I keep it shut, but keep open my third eye
I made words rhyme from a life, that was dictated and suppressed/
So as I've got older and life colder, to control me ain't worth the stress
It's probably best you leave me to my bars, or face a barrage of abuse/
Because when you go up against my art, I can guarantee you will lose
I take truths and paint movies, always keeping it factual when I rap/
And this is why my family can't defeat me, yet they keep coming back
They could never decease what I rapped, so now they're using my child/
As a way of getting me back, like I won't remove their little smiles
Both my rap style and my only child, have come under family attack/
As they knew all that made me smile, was just my child and this rap
But when you love your child & rap like I do, you know you cannot quit/
When all they do is lie & deny truth, feeding my child a load of sh*t.
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“My Pre-Sentencing Report”
When Basildon Magistrates Court, had me imprisoned for my ink/
They demanded a pre-sentencing report, so I had to go see a shrink
To see if the thoughts which I think, would go from ink into reality/
Like my ink had em all thinking, I was suffering from insanity
When I've done battle with these words, ever since I was a kid/
I didn't think giving him a few verse, would get me imprisoned for it
A censorship and jail, is all British law has ever given to me/
Like finally given bail, would stop me from rhyming my misery
For rhyming what they did to me, could have got me eleven years/
Like I haven't already suffered, thirty-seven years of these tears
They feared what had appeared, next to my tears was their name/
No shame, they took to blame, lied to my child & played their game
Her race was the f*ckin problem, that's why my smile died on my pad/
Not happy with that, my family made me out to look like I was mad
Me capable of killing my dad, was something I had to strongly deny/
Hence why I lied to the psychiatrist, and I'm now free to write.
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They demanded a pre-sentencing report, so I had to go see a shrink
To see if the thoughts which I think, would go from ink into reality/
Like my ink had em all thinking, I was suffering from insanity
When I've done battle with these words, ever since I was a kid/
I didn't think giving him a few verse, would get me imprisoned for it
A censorship and jail, is all British law has ever given to me/
Like finally given bail, would stop me from rhyming my misery
For rhyming what they did to me, could have got me eleven years/
Like I haven't already suffered, thirty-seven years of these tears
They feared what had appeared, next to my tears was their name/
No shame, they took to blame, lied to my child & played their game
Her race was the f*ckin problem, that's why my smile died on my pad/
Not happy with that, my family made me out to look like I was mad
Me capable of killing my dad, was something I had to strongly deny/
Hence why I lied to the psychiatrist, and I'm now free to write.
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“Thoughts Getting Weaker”
My thoughts are getting a lot weaker, like the Grim Reaper's near/
I do not talk to my Alisha, seeing her in my dreams is what I fear
Shedding tears in all that I rhyme, so that my eyes do not cry/
I've always lived a troubled life, probably the same when I die
I tried to fly, they shot me down, read my rhymes & shut me down/
Thinking I'd stay down on the ground, like Poppy did in Totty town
Like getting me down, won't get them a couple a round to the face/
There's a reason I walk around, with this big grin on my face, pr*ck
My sh*t's far from basic, the most that hate it are the simple/
Cause what I rhyme is so creative, all of it's true & it's eventful
Too good at what I do to ever stencil, my pen & pencil doesn't trace/
It just shames the bad & ugly, til it got me prison, court & case
Maybe slight autism is to blame, or was it the way I was raised/
Either way my brain is made different, untypical of this typical plane
It's a miracle I ain't slain, being anything mythical ain't what I pen/
My depression might be clinical, but pitiful will not be my end.
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I do not talk to my Alisha, seeing her in my dreams is what I fear
Shedding tears in all that I rhyme, so that my eyes do not cry/
I've always lived a troubled life, probably the same when I die
I tried to fly, they shot me down, read my rhymes & shut me down/
Thinking I'd stay down on the ground, like Poppy did in Totty town
Like getting me down, won't get them a couple a round to the face/
There's a reason I walk around, with this big grin on my face, pr*ck
My sh*t's far from basic, the most that hate it are the simple/
Cause what I rhyme is so creative, all of it's true & it's eventful
Too good at what I do to ever stencil, my pen & pencil doesn't trace/
It just shames the bad & ugly, til it got me prison, court & case
Maybe slight autism is to blame, or was it the way I was raised/
Either way my brain is made different, untypical of this typical plane
It's a miracle I ain't slain, being anything mythical ain't what I pen/
My depression might be clinical, but pitiful will not be my end.
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“My Soul Is Tired”
My soul is always tired, like it's my time to go/
The water in the river run dry, & in due time I froze
Rhyme after rhyme, too much time on these foes/
So if I do touch anything, it won't be knees & toes
All that I did keep close, got taken when I was low/
So if their kid got ghost, I guess Satan's in my flows
Being hated's all I know, until my flows found love/
Still the haters that I know, say my flows are made up
I don't make up to break up, unless the breaking is bones/
Like taking away what I love, won't see me breaking into homes
When you're a racist like Holmes, I will burdock your Sherlock/
Kick off the door on the third knock, & Hannibal your Murdoch
The Third Rock from The Sun, is the place I probably come from/
I wish they'd crawl under a rock, like where The Fraggles are from
I can't tell you when it all started, or when the battle begun/
But I can tell you it was cold-hearted, of both my dad & my mum.
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The water in the river run dry, & in due time I froze
Rhyme after rhyme, too much time on these foes/
So if I do touch anything, it won't be knees & toes
All that I did keep close, got taken when I was low/
So if their kid got ghost, I guess Satan's in my flows
Being hated's all I know, until my flows found love/
Still the haters that I know, say my flows are made up
I don't make up to break up, unless the breaking is bones/
Like taking away what I love, won't see me breaking into homes
When you're a racist like Holmes, I will burdock your Sherlock/
Kick off the door on the third knock, & Hannibal your Murdoch
The Third Rock from The Sun, is the place I probably come from/
I wish they'd crawl under a rock, like where The Fraggles are from
I can't tell you when it all started, or when the battle begun/
But I can tell you it was cold-hearted, of both my dad & my mum.
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“When The Truth Got Too Graphic”
My bars go in hard like I'm RA, like if the IRA were to rap/
Flowing hard like I'm class A, I write dark like I'm smack
Like a bark before an attack, I like to write before I strike/
It's too hard not to rap, when I spit crack like I'm light
A quarter black and three white, is why they despise me/
To mention her name, you best choose your words wisely
Didn't like she was lightskin, then they lied at the court/
Saying that my pen was offensive, and a verbal assault
Defending her with thought, is why I ended up in court/
Then at the ending they banned me, & the rapping I talked
Saying I'd be back in the court, if I wrote thoughts anymore/
They knew that rap was my tool, & how I clapped it at war
Just like a fully 'matic & a four, inside a full metal jacket/
Yet all they had was the law, & all the lies used to back it
It was like they had used magic, to get me remanded in jail/
All cause the truth was too graphic, like the bars in my cell.
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Flowing hard like I'm class A, I write dark like I'm smack
Like a bark before an attack, I like to write before I strike/
It's too hard not to rap, when I spit crack like I'm light
A quarter black and three white, is why they despise me/
To mention her name, you best choose your words wisely
Didn't like she was lightskin, then they lied at the court/
Saying that my pen was offensive, and a verbal assault
Defending her with thought, is why I ended up in court/
Then at the ending they banned me, & the rapping I talked
Saying I'd be back in the court, if I wrote thoughts anymore/
They knew that rap was my tool, & how I clapped it at war
Just like a fully 'matic & a four, inside a full metal jacket/
Yet all they had was the law, & all the lies used to back it
It was like they had used magic, to get me remanded in jail/
All cause the truth was too graphic, like the bars in my cell.
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“Made Mine A Weapon”
Couldn't come to their home, could my mixed raced kid/
So disown me, was the best thing my family ever did
Lonely, is what my daughter's mother said I would be/
Yet lonely I am not, because I don't follow the sheep/
I don't work where I shop, for my food once a week/
And I don't give my life to a job, like it's all I can be
I'm way too free to be shackled, to a life I do not want/
All my life I've had to battle, so I give my life to no-one
Through their eyes I'm no-one, nobodies son who am I/
Once upon a time they had fun, but like all fun it must die
I've been thrusted aside, & left to survive on the kerb/
Now I survive on the liars, who I've murdered with words
From a hobby to some verses, to a ban on what I wrote/
I've caught bodies & hearses, got banned & had to gloat
Wash my mouth out with soap, is what they used to threaten/
But now they've no hope, ever since I made mine a weapon.
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So disown me, was the best thing my family ever did
Lonely, is what my daughter's mother said I would be/
Yet lonely I am not, because I don't follow the sheep/
I don't work where I shop, for my food once a week/
And I don't give my life to a job, like it's all I can be
I'm way too free to be shackled, to a life I do not want/
All my life I've had to battle, so I give my life to no-one
Through their eyes I'm no-one, nobodies son who am I/
Once upon a time they had fun, but like all fun it must die
I've been thrusted aside, & left to survive on the kerb/
Now I survive on the liars, who I've murdered with words
From a hobby to some verses, to a ban on what I wrote/
I've caught bodies & hearses, got banned & had to gloat
Wash my mouth out with soap, is what they used to threaten/
But now they've no hope, ever since I made mine a weapon.
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“The Void I Couldn’t Fill”
I rap cause of a void, that I've had since a boy/
And a little girl I didn't see, is why I rap to destroy
My world it was bleak, I never knew what was joy/
My whole world it was beef, so I'd plot & I'd ploy
It was too hard to enjoy, with a heart torn into two/
So I'd write bars & annoy, as dark as I wanted to
Most of my time was spent, with just a pad & a pen/
As all I could do was vent, using what I had to revenge
Sent to pen for my pen, & put behind bars for my bars/
Yet what I am is heaven sent, with stigmata's & scars
I dig harder than most, & catch ghost with just verse/
Thinking smarter with flows, is why most do not work
I was so hurt to the point, I didnt think I'd come back/
I've been lost since a boy, now I'm just lost in this rap
The cost of this rap that I've paid, has done cost me a lot/
Something I will take to my grave, with my name in hip-hop.
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And a little girl I didn't see, is why I rap to destroy
My world it was bleak, I never knew what was joy/
My whole world it was beef, so I'd plot & I'd ploy
It was too hard to enjoy, with a heart torn into two/
So I'd write bars & annoy, as dark as I wanted to
Most of my time was spent, with just a pad & a pen/
As all I could do was vent, using what I had to revenge
Sent to pen for my pen, & put behind bars for my bars/
Yet what I am is heaven sent, with stigmata's & scars
I dig harder than most, & catch ghost with just verse/
Thinking smarter with flows, is why most do not work
I was so hurt to the point, I didnt think I'd come back/
I've been lost since a boy, now I'm just lost in this rap
The cost of this rap that I've paid, has done cost me a lot/
Something I will take to my grave, with my name in hip-hop.
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“This Empty Feeling”
This empty feeling, from the many things missing/
That mental prison, of which I can't help but live in
The chances have passed, & none of them were given/
Penning these bars into art, got me time inside prison
I've both risen & plundered, yet I succumb to no man/
Cause when it rains it thunders, like Columbus on land
My number's been stamped, from the day I was born/
Seeing the end of mankind, through the eye of the storm
I tried but cannot conform, on this planet I live/
Without a thorn in the side, the rose cannot exist
My rosary's are strength, amongst a world that is weak/
And this pen is the reason, that I do never speak
With these words I am clever, so I pen em in bars/
At the end of their tether, with no talent with art
Yet apparantly my craft, has no place in this world/
Hence I was put behind bars, for telling my story so well.
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That mental prison, of which I can't help but live in
The chances have passed, & none of them were given/
Penning these bars into art, got me time inside prison
I've both risen & plundered, yet I succumb to no man/
Cause when it rains it thunders, like Columbus on land
My number's been stamped, from the day I was born/
Seeing the end of mankind, through the eye of the storm
I tried but cannot conform, on this planet I live/
Without a thorn in the side, the rose cannot exist
My rosary's are strength, amongst a world that is weak/
And this pen is the reason, that I do never speak
With these words I am clever, so I pen em in bars/
At the end of their tether, with no talent with art
Yet apparantly my craft, has no place in this world/
Hence I was put behind bars, for telling my story so well.
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“When I Didn’t Love Myself”
Without any family to love me, I didn't love myself/
Growing up I felt ugly, wishing I was somebody else
Like a baby bird in the nest, I fell before I flew/
Heaven sent with words, I was in Hell before I knew
If only my little girl knew, the war I've lived through/
From when her skin was a crime, the time two thousand two
When the feud with my family, was all about race/
They had me jailed & they banned me, so I stand & I face
They can't stand what's on my face, on my face is a smirk/
Cause neither jail or the court case, could erase my work
It doesn't pay to work, so I paint the words on page/
And when the words are versed, I don't hurt from pain
I've been cursed with a brain, that is way too in tune/
With the mind since the times, I was placed in a room
I took the hate from the womb, & found love for my rhymes/
So when I'm laid in my tomb, I'm known for truth that I rhymed.
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Growing up I felt ugly, wishing I was somebody else
Like a baby bird in the nest, I fell before I flew/
Heaven sent with words, I was in Hell before I knew
If only my little girl knew, the war I've lived through/
From when her skin was a crime, the time two thousand two
When the feud with my family, was all about race/
They had me jailed & they banned me, so I stand & I face
They can't stand what's on my face, on my face is a smirk/
Cause neither jail or the court case, could erase my work
It doesn't pay to work, so I paint the words on page/
And when the words are versed, I don't hurt from pain
I've been cursed with a brain, that is way too in tune/
With the mind since the times, I was placed in a room
I took the hate from the womb, & found love for my rhymes/
So when I'm laid in my tomb, I'm known for truth that I rhymed.
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“I Wouldn’t Have Learned These Words”
I'd like to thank my dad, for being the dad that he weren't/
Cause if I weren't ever sad, I wouldn't have learned all these words
Of which have earned him a hearse, from the first that I penned/
Sixth of the first, I reached earth, so it's sick verse that I pen
From the first time that I offended, it got followed like trend/
I often get bothered & collared, & on Twitter followed by Fed's
Like my dollars are from Z's, of the white & the brown/
So obviously I am still ahead, of most writers renowned
I could rhyme the personality, of most people you know/
Being my personal insanity, is a lot deeper than flow
I used to eat like a homeless, until I broke in their homes/
And now their chickens are boneless, & their home is my throne
I condone all I have done, because no other Dunne will/
Yet when it comes to a Dunne, name a Dunne with this skill
And now Dunne is feeling fulfilled, with a warm feeling inside/
Such a fuzzy feeling I'm feeling, being all the others have died.
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Cause if I weren't ever sad, I wouldn't have learned all these words
Of which have earned him a hearse, from the first that I penned/
Sixth of the first, I reached earth, so it's sick verse that I pen
From the first time that I offended, it got followed like trend/
I often get bothered & collared, & on Twitter followed by Fed's
Like my dollars are from Z's, of the white & the brown/
So obviously I am still ahead, of most writers renowned
I could rhyme the personality, of most people you know/
Being my personal insanity, is a lot deeper than flow
I used to eat like a homeless, until I broke in their homes/
And now their chickens are boneless, & their home is my throne
I condone all I have done, because no other Dunne will/
Yet when it comes to a Dunne, name a Dunne with this skill
And now Dunne is feeling fulfilled, with a warm feeling inside/
Such a fuzzy feeling I'm feeling, being all the others have died.
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“ZooManity”
Imagine if animal ruled the world, & man was it's slave/
Would they be cannibals as well, or expel us to our cage
For the ways which we live, would our sins come & haunt us/
When man is as dirty as the pig, & as useless as the tortoise
Being our ancestors taught us, you'd think we'd get smart/
Yet still we mass produce weak youth, whom do not have heart
In the full moon I see the darkness, & in the dark I see the light/
From a youth to a young arsonist, like the narcissist was right
I already mastered how to write, it was my life I couldn't sort/
I put my life into a rhyme, so they took my lines to the court
Like trying to divide what was nought, til the nought become a plus/
Vaping oil thicker than water, cause I've never had no blood
Who could I trust was a puppy, from a puppy to a dog/
Giving my life to that puppy, I'd catch a duppy for that dog
We're never happy with what we've got, so what we've got is Zoomanity/
And though they love to run chops, it's only a few who can challenge me.
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Would they be cannibals as well, or expel us to our cage
For the ways which we live, would our sins come & haunt us/
When man is as dirty as the pig, & as useless as the tortoise
Being our ancestors taught us, you'd think we'd get smart/
Yet still we mass produce weak youth, whom do not have heart
In the full moon I see the darkness, & in the dark I see the light/
From a youth to a young arsonist, like the narcissist was right
I already mastered how to write, it was my life I couldn't sort/
I put my life into a rhyme, so they took my lines to the court
Like trying to divide what was nought, til the nought become a plus/
Vaping oil thicker than water, cause I've never had no blood
Who could I trust was a puppy, from a puppy to a dog/
Giving my life to that puppy, I'd catch a duppy for that dog
We're never happy with what we've got, so what we've got is Zoomanity/
And though they love to run chops, it's only a few who can challenge me.
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“When Two Enemies Collide”
Seems you felt the need to relieve me, of every possession that I had/
Well how about this bruv, how about I relieve your kids of their dad?
How about I leave your saggy baby mother, with a sour face looking sad?
Then get another week in court, for the threats written on this pad
Wouldn't it be really shit if one of us, ended up getting shot at or stabbed/
Or should I fuck off my freedom, & become the realest poet Britain's ever had?
How about I give back to this rap world, what 2pac did before he was shot?/
Or should I creep in your house while you're sleeping, then decease you & the dog
Maybe I should rob you of all your earnings, when you open your front door
Then exterminate you like vermin, for every single item, which I have lost
Maybe the cost you will have to pay, cannot be repaid by your wage alone/
Cause maybe this is a beef that you cannot eat, or even speak over the phone
Maybe this will go deeper than you're prepared for, whether you're ready or not/
When the truth is you're heading for the same beheading, that Ken Bigley got
Yet this is all just hip-hop and poetry, so please do not take this to heart/
Because I am a poet, and this is what I do, I'd be more worried about the spark.
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Well how about this bruv, how about I relieve your kids of their dad?
How about I leave your saggy baby mother, with a sour face looking sad?
Then get another week in court, for the threats written on this pad
Wouldn't it be really shit if one of us, ended up getting shot at or stabbed/
Or should I fuck off my freedom, & become the realest poet Britain's ever had?
How about I give back to this rap world, what 2pac did before he was shot?/
Or should I creep in your house while you're sleeping, then decease you & the dog
Maybe I should rob you of all your earnings, when you open your front door
Then exterminate you like vermin, for every single item, which I have lost
Maybe the cost you will have to pay, cannot be repaid by your wage alone/
Cause maybe this is a beef that you cannot eat, or even speak over the phone
Maybe this will go deeper than you're prepared for, whether you're ready or not/
When the truth is you're heading for the same beheading, that Ken Bigley got
Yet this is all just hip-hop and poetry, so please do not take this to heart/
Because I am a poet, and this is what I do, I'd be more worried about the spark.
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“Happy Home”
I was surrounded by people who didn't respect me, so I upped and I left/
And began to focus on self improvement, to try regain my self respect
I'd neglected what were my own needs, losing the essence of who I was/
I had become needy and self loathing, cause I was lonely and I was lost
I had to look past all the hate that I felt, & the hurt held in my heart/
For me to ever see a brighter day, I had to step away from the dark
And walk down a path I was unsure of, knowing I had to walk it alone/
Yet I'm so proud that I did, cause now I get to walk into a happy home
Looking back on my unhappy home, I know in my heart I have come far/
The endless poems, the nights alone, drunk & stoned with a broken heart
It used to start and never stop, but now I stop it whenever it starts/
And takes it's toll, I take control, saving my soul before it's torn in half
I can now laugh & I can smile, knowing it didn't kill me, it made me strong/
Though painful like losing my child, the pain that I felt was never as long
For way too long, I dwelled on the wrongs, now I belong & I have a purpose/
So no longer do I feel like I'm nobody, pathetically empty & feeling worthless.
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And began to focus on self improvement, to try regain my self respect
I'd neglected what were my own needs, losing the essence of who I was/
I had become needy and self loathing, cause I was lonely and I was lost
I had to look past all the hate that I felt, & the hurt held in my heart/
For me to ever see a brighter day, I had to step away from the dark
And walk down a path I was unsure of, knowing I had to walk it alone/
Yet I'm so proud that I did, cause now I get to walk into a happy home
Looking back on my unhappy home, I know in my heart I have come far/
The endless poems, the nights alone, drunk & stoned with a broken heart
It used to start and never stop, but now I stop it whenever it starts/
And takes it's toll, I take control, saving my soul before it's torn in half
I can now laugh & I can smile, knowing it didn't kill me, it made me strong/
Though painful like losing my child, the pain that I felt was never as long
For way too long, I dwelled on the wrongs, now I belong & I have a purpose/
So no longer do I feel like I'm nobody, pathetically empty & feeling worthless.
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