Inja x Whiney - Crooked Flex

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Always seen with a smile on his face; Inja the poet, lyricist, storyteller and unparalleled master of ceremonies presents his debut album on Hospital Records. His first drum & bass focussed long-player ‘Blank Pages’ flexes his lyrical style with heartfelt sentiment, roughneck flows and quick-fire wordsmith wizardry. All partnered with heavyweight productions from Pete Cannon, Nu:Tone, Logistics, Serum, Whiney and Anile.
Inja’s back with partner-in-crime Pete Cannon on ‘War Games’. A funky bassline lays the foundations for this fear-fighting tale. As the breaks roll out Inja’s militant and deep rhetoric puts this track on a new level, with signature percussive flair from the sought after hip-hop beatmaker.
Inja’s spoken-word piece for Amnesty International ‘She Just Wanna Dance’ was a viral online hit in 2017. It’s now been given a turbo-charged re-work by Med School young-gun Whiney. Inja’s poignant commentary on the prolific problem of harassment in club culture sits atop a grimey half-time stepper that switches up into a lethal upfront roller.
Inja proves he can ‘juk’ any riddim in ‘Samurai’. Serum’s steppy beat and woofing bassline balances Inja’s story of the samurai; slicing through the tune like the lyrical sensei he is.
“Even with a white page and black ink, you can spell out more colour than the eye can see.” - Inja
LYRICS:
Yo yeah yo
Last Knights, you know what it turned into friend?
Listen my G, let me tell now yo
Sharp quill eyeball ink
See what I write in the print
Visualise what the eye line thinks
Drag it across the page right to the brink
Cos eye inks my thing
See what I see when I'm right in
Hammer chisel stone
Work like a pro
Word etching what I bring cos
Hail stones heavy and I’m caught in a mess
Wet shoes wet feet awfully drenched
Hailstones melt drip passed my head
Wish I had a zoogy just to warm up my breath
No Ray of sun light clouds look dead
Taste of pollution I'm soaked and I'm vex
Only solutions a zoot not a Becks
Big riddims and a woman undressed
Flex x7
Woman: Um hello?
Yo yo
Yeah shaded
Lean and I'm graded
Into little strips like I'm grated
Spitting out pins I grenade it
Make ‘em all fall down cascading
I'm on a transcend plain sailing
Yeah drawing in caves with the force of the waves leaving modern art blatantly hating
Cos I was told how gods paint the sky
Little things you don't see can be caught by the eye
Taught to be blind real awkward time
Don't see the truth hope you following the line
No ray of sunlight to lighten the mind
Bad taste of everything you ever disliked
Only solutions a bud not a pint
Big riddims, woman and vibes
Flex x7
Yo yo
Sound wave paint
Feel the spectrum trying to escape
Eardrum pleasure in a way tickles your senses and leads them astray
Hold on tight to the reins
eyeball ink dried to the page
Binary code entwined DNA
Circle every letter every word I say cos
Brain flex
Gym for the brain so I stay hench
Brain waves pumped and tense
Let loose to relax while I'm painting to vent
Cages like a mammal captivities stressed
Rouge in my eye
Steam out my head
Only solutions a zig and a bed
Big riddims, woman and flesh
Flex x7
Woman: Um hello?
Flex x7
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