Everyday life in the city of Belfast summarised into an educational rap song Directed by: Patrick Cartwright (pthcartwright) Soundcloud: / user-310299764 For enquiries email wee.goose.uth@gmail.com
"Shoutout to the wee tramp who stole me phone on the Dublin road with his linfield tracksuit" 😂"ye better be scared I'm down there every night" 😂😂 I'm dead
*LYRICS* Intro] Well, what's happenin? This here wee rap song goes out to everyone from Belfast and the general area surrounding Belfast such as.. Antrim and Ballymena (And Maghaberry as well, Maghaberry!) Aye, all of you's, the whole lotta you's Keep 'er fuckin' lit [Verse 1] Got lifted last night outside Lavery's (Did ye?) One more offence and it's off to Maghaberry (Ballix) Only thing I wanted was to do a bit'a dancin' The bouncer knocked me back for wearing a Helly Hanson?! (Wha?!) Sure you know what they say: God loves a chancer Fuckin' let me in, I won't take no for an answer The bouncer was ragin' and started a fight The cops pulled up, so I ran like shite! (Run like shite!) I went on the run, but I only got as far as Newry I had to appear before a judge and a jury The cops were at my door, askin' my Ma' questions (We're here about your son, he's been done for possession) "He's not my son, what're you on about?" My Ma' said nothing 'cause she wasn't a tout (Fair play) My wee brother has a tag on his ankle He tried to do a robbery up on the Shankill He burst through the door, wavin' a knife "His head's lit fuckin' run for your life!" They didn't give him time 'cause he's only a minor (Powerful) He didn't want the cash, just a barrack of cider The peelers had to chase him, but he couldn't care less He bolted up the street and put his Nikes to the test Only way they caught him is he ran out of breath They gave him a beatin' and put him under arrest Some bird came up to me, she looked really great She goes, "Oh my god, will you meet my mate?" See to be honest, the wee bird was stinkin' Still stuck the lips on her without even thinkin' I'm still with her today, I might make her my wife Cause my ma' always said that a dog is for life She's ragin' at me, I was only takin' the piss I said somethin' to 'er that sounded like this: "Here you wee tramp, lend us a tenner I'll say what I want, regardless of gender" She took it the wrong way, I didn't mean to offend 'er I'm on the fifth day of a three day bender (Keep 'er lit) See our Mark, he's the best at fades Me and him embark on some escapades Kicked out of school didn't have the best of grades But now we're on top, so I rest my case I haven't got a job, do I need one? Please Sure my Da's been out of work since the RA done his knees It wasn't his fault, they thought he was a dealer "We'll put one in yer head if you rat to the peelers" Now he lives the dream and his life is class He gets paid for nothin' sure he's rollin' in cash Full rate DLA's more than your annual salary Now that's what I call a Belfast mentality Fuck sake mate (Wha'?) sure Belfast is wank Geordie Best was an alco', the Titanic got sank The only thing we're known for is shootings and violence I'm up every night to the sound of the sirens [Interlude] Here, give us a fag Give us a fuckin' fag (I.. I.. I'm sorry mate, I don't smoke) Wha'? You don't fuckin' smoke? What are you fuckin' gay or something? (Listen, I'm really sorry mate, I just, I don't want any trouble alright?) Well then you better give me a fuckin' fag now, or I'll fuckin' kill you, 'right? (Listen mate, I.. I don't have any fags but I can give you my money, I have loads of money, here.. Take all my money) I don't want your fuckin' money, I want your fags alright? [Verse 2] I drove down to the bar, I parked up my car I went in for an hour and drank a bottle of Powers Some fella' slabbered, he was tryna' act hard He ran home like a coward full of bruises and scars I thought it was over, but next thing you know His brother rings me up, and here's how he goes: "You, you wee cunt no one touches my bros Soon as I get you I'm breaking your nose" Alright, calm down mate, chill I'll have you a fair dig up on top of Cave Hill Of course I turned up, I'm hardly a lapper Ever since my school days I've been known for a scrapper I got a taxi up, I spared no expense Gave the driver a score and said, "Keep the 50 pence" The lads are tellin' me to keep a tight defence Enough talkin' lads let the fighting commence "I want a good clean fight, no headbutts or tackles" He looks like a fruit but here he digs like the jackal I got beat in the scrap, but you can't win them all What was meant to be a fight turned into a brawl It came to a stoppage (Stop, stop!) I was shattered I felt like a sausage that's how bad I was battered The cops show up lookin' me, arrive on the scene My coat pockets are filled with 5 ounces of green The PSNI are like my arch nemesis As soon as they arrive I have to split from the premises Outro] Aye dead on The songs over alright Away home to yer ma' Fuck ye (What's an arch nemesis?) Shoutout to the wee tramp that stole my phone on the Dublin Road in his Linfield tracksuit I know it was like 5 years ago but I'm lookin' you still mate Yer not safe I'm down on the Dublin Road every night of the week for 5 years lookin' you so I can knock your cunt in I'll find you, yer fuckin' dead mate I'll find you and I'll murder you I'll stab you in the face I'll stab you again, in the neck, and then another two times.. 💞🥰
"I felt like a sausage, that's how badly I was battered." Hilarious. Genius even. A master of eloquence and poetry this. Proud to be living in this city with such fine artists as yerself.
Im Finnish and I read the lyrics and get most of it though obviously there are references I dont get. Cool song, "Belfast is wank, Georgie Best was Alco the titanic got sank" The song makes me want to go to Belfast lol
Intro] Well, what's happenin? This here wee rap song goes out to everyone from Belfast and the general area surrounding Belfast such as.. Antrim and Ballymena (And Maghaberry as well, Maghaberry!) Aye, all of you's, the whole lotta you's Keep 'er fuckin' lit [Verse 1] Got lifted last night outside Lavery's (Did ye?) One more offence and it's off to Maghaberry (Ballix) Only thing I wanted was to do a bit'a dancin' The bouncer knocked me back for wearing a Helly Hanson?! (Wha?!) Sure you know what they say: God loves a chancer Fuckin' let me in, I won't take no for an answer The bouncer was ragin' and started a fight The cops pulled up, so I ran like shite! (Run like shite!) I went on the run, but I only got as far as Newry I had to appear before a judge and a jury The cops were at my door, askin' my Ma' questions (We're here about your son, he's been done for possession) "He's not my son, what're you on about?" My Ma' said nothing 'cause she wasn't a tout (Fair play) My wee brother has a tag on his ankle He tried to do a robbery up on the Shankill He burst through the door, wavin' a knife "His head's lit fuckin' run for your life!" They didn't give him time 'cause he's only a minor (Powerful) He didn't want the cash, just a barrack of cider The peelers had to chase him, but he couldn't care less He bolted up the street and put his Nikes to the test Only way they caught him is he ran out of breath They gave him a beatin' and put him under arrest Some bird came up to me, she looked really great She goes, "Oh my god, will you meet my mate?" See to be honest, the wee bird was stinkin' Still stuck the lips on her without even thinkin' I'm still with her today, I might make her my wife Cause my ma' always said that a dog is for life She's ragin' at me, I was only takin' the piss I said somethin' to 'er that sounded like this: "Here you wee tramp, lend us a tenner I'll say what I want, regardless of gender" She took it the wrong way, I didn't mean to offend 'er I'm on the fifth day of a three day bender (Keep 'er lit) See our Mark, he's the best at fades Me and him embark on some escapades Kicked out of school didn't have the best of grades But now we're on top, so I rest my case I haven't got a job, do I need one? Please Sure my Da's been out of work since the RA done his knees It wasn't his fault, they thought he was a dealer "We'll put one in yer head if you rat to the peelers" Now he lives the dream and his life is class He gets paid for nothin' sure he's rollin' in cash Full rate DLA's more than your annual salary Now that's what I call a Belfast mentality Fuck sake mate (Wha'?) sure Belfast is wank Geordie Best was an alco', the Titanic got sank The only thing we're known for is shootings and violence I'm up every night to the sound of the sirens [Interlude] Here, give us a fag Give us a fuckin' fag (I.. I.. I'm sorry mate, I don't smoke) Wha'? You don't fuckin' smoke? What are you fuckin' gay or something? (Listen, I'm really sorry mate, I just, I don't want any trouble alright?) Well then you better give me a fuckin' fag now, or I'll fuckin' kill you, 'right? (Listen mate, I.. I don't have any fags but I can give you my money, I have loads of money, here.. Take all my money) I don't want your fuckin' money, I want your fags alright? [Verse 2] I drove down to the bar, I parked up my car I went in for an hour and drank a bottle of Powers Some fella' slabbered, he was tryna' act hard He ran home like a coward full of bruises and scars I thought it was over, but next thing you know His brother rings me up, and here's how he goes: "You, you wee cunt no one touches my bros Soon as I get you I'm breaking your nose" Alright, calm down mate, chill I'll have you a fair dig up on top of Cave Hill Of course I turned up, I'm hardly a lapper Ever since my school days I've been known for a scrapper I got a taxi up, I spared no expense Gave the driver a score and said, "Keep the 50 pence" The lads are tellin' me to keep a tight defence Enough talkin' lads let the fighting commence "I want a good clean fight, no headbutts or tackles" He looks like a fruit but here he digs like the jackal I got beat in the scrap, but you can't win them all What was meant to be a fight turned into a brawl It came to a stoppage (Stop, stop!) I was shattered I felt like a sausage that's how bad I was battered The cops show up lookin' me, arrive on the scene My coat pockets are filled with 5 ounces of green The PSNI are like my arch nemesis As soon as they arrive I have to split from the premises [Outro] Aye dead on The songs over alright Away home to yer ma' Fuck ye (What's an arch nemesis?) Shoutout to the wee tramp that stole my phone on the Dublin Road in his Linfield tracksuit I know it was like 5 years ago but I'm lookin' you still mate Yer not safe I'm down on the Dublin Road every night of the week for 5 years lookin' you so I can knock your cunt in I'll find you, yer fuckin' dead mate I'll find you and I'll murder you I'll stab you in the face I'll stab you again, in the neck, and then another two times..
Lyrics: Well, what's happenin? This here wee rap song goes out to everyone from Belfast and the general area surrounding Belfast such as.. Antrim and Ballymena (And Maghaberry as well, Maghaberry!) Aye, all of you's, the whole lotta you's Keep 'er fuckin' lit [Verse 1] Got lifted last night outside Lavery's (Did ye?) One more offence and it's off to Maghaberry (Ballix) Only thing I wanted was to do a bit'a dancin' The bouncer knocked me back for wearing a Helly Hanson?! (Wha?!) Sure you know what they say: God loves a chancer Fuckin' let me in, I won't take no for an answer The bouncer was ragin' and started a fight The cops pulled up, so I ran like shite! (Run like shite!) I went on the run, but I only got as far as Newry I had to appear before a judge and a jury The cops were at my door, askin' my Ma' questions (We're here about your son, he's been done for possession) "He's not my son, what're you on about?" My Ma' said nothing 'cause she wasn't a tout (Fair play) My wee brother has a tag on his ankle He tried to do a robbery up on the Shankill He burst through the door, wavin' a knife "His head's lit fuckin' run for your life!" They didn't give him time 'cause he's only a minor (Powerful) He didn't want the cash, just a barrack of cider The peelers had to chase him, but he couldn't care less He bolted up the street and put his Nikes to the test Only way they caught him is he ran out of breath They gave him a beatin' and put him under arrest Some bird came up to me, she looked really great She goes, "Oh my god, will you meet my mate?" See to be honest, the wee bird was stinkin' Still stuck the lips on her without even thinkin' I'm still with her today, I might make her my wife Cause my ma' always said that a dog is for life She's ragin' at me, I was only takin' the piss I said somethin' to 'er that sounded like this: "Here you wee tramp, lend us a tenner I'll say what I want, regardless of gender" She took it the wrong way, I didn't mean to offend 'er I'm on the fifth day of a three day bender (Keep 'er lit) See our Mark, he's the best at fades Me and him embark on some escapades Kicked out of school didn't have the best of grades But now we're on top, so I rest my case I haven't got a job, do I need one? Please Sure my Da's been out of work since the RA done his knees It wasn't his fault, they thought he was a dealer "We'll put one in yer head if you rat to the peelers" Now he lives the dream and his life is class He gets paid for nothin' sure he's rollin' in cash Full rate DLA's more than your annual salary Now that's what I call a Belfast mentality Fuck sake mate (Wha'?) sure Belfast is wank Geordie Best was an alco', the Titanic got sank The only thing we're known for is shootings and violence I'm up every night to the sound of the sirens Interlude] Here, give us a fag Give us a fuckin' fag (I.. I.. I'm sorry mate, I don't smoke) Wha'? You don't fuckin' smoke? What are you fuckin' gay or something? (Listen, I'm really sorry mate, I just, I don't want any trouble alright?) Well then you better give me a fuckin' fag now, or I'll fuckin' kill you, 'right? (Listen mate, I.. I don't have any fags but I can give you my money, I have loads of money, here.. Take all my money) I don't want your fuckin' money, I want your fags alright? [Verse 2] I drove down to the bar, I parked up my car I went in for an hour and drank a bottle of Powers Some fella' slabbered, he was tryna' act hard He ran home like a coward full of bruises and scars I thought it was over, but next thing you know His brother rings me up, and here's how he goes: "You, you wee cunt no one touches my bros Soon as I get you I'm breaking your nose" Alright, calm down mate, chill I'll have you a fair dig up on top of Cave Hill Of course I turned up, I'm hardly a lapper Ever since my school days I've been known for a scrapper I got a taxi up, I spared no expense Gave the driver a score and said, "Keep the 50 pence" The lads are tellin' me to keep a tight defence Enough talkin' lads let the fighting commence "I want a good clean fight, no headbutts or tackles" He looks like a fruit but here he digs like the jackal I got beat in the scrap, but you can't win them all What was meant to be a fight turned into a brawl It came to a stoppage (Stop, stop!) I was shattered I felt like a sausage that's how bad I was battered The cops show up lookin' me, arrive on the scene My coat pockets are filled with 5 ounces of green The PSNI are like my arch nemesis As soon as they arrive I have to split from the premises [Outro] Aye dead on The songs over alright Away home to yer ma' Fuck ye (What's an arch nemesis?) Shoutout to the wee tramp that stole my phone on the Dublin Road in his Linfield tracksuit I know it was like 5 years ago but I'm lookin' you still mate Yer not safe I'm down on the Dublin Road every night of the week for 5 years lookin' you so I can knock your cunt in I'll find you, yer fuckin' dead mate I'll find you and I'll murder you I'll stab you in the face I'll stab you again, in the neck, and then another two times..
Best rap song I've heard in years fkn amazing got this downloaded for in the van at work outstanding lyrics if your ever up in Scotland look us up and we can have a jam session
Holy shit this is some of the funniest shit ive heard in ages the lyrics are amazing... The end part about the phone on the dublin road had me in tears like.and the what do you mean you dont smoke are you gay...my mates say that all the time. Top notch belfast humor
Well, what's happenin? This here wee rap song goes out to everyone from Belfast and the general area surrounding Belfast such as.. Antrim and Ballymena (And Maghaberry as well, Maghaberry!) Aye, all of you's, the whole lotta you's Keep 'er fuckin' lit [Verse 1] Got lifted last night outside Lavery's (Did ye?) One more offence and it's off to Maghaberry (Ballix) Only thing I wanted was to do a bit'a dancin' The bouncer knocked me back for wearing a Helly Hanson?! (Wha?!) Sure you know what they say: God loves a chancer Fuckin' let me in, I won't take no for an answer The bouncer was ragin' and started a fight The cops pulled up, so I ran like shite! (Run like shite!) I went on the run, but I only got as far as Newry I had to appear before a judge and a jury The cops were at my door, askin' my Ma' questions (We're here about your son, he's been done for possession) "He's not my son, what're you on about?" My Ma' said nothing 'cause she wasn't a tout (Fair play) My wee brother has a tag on his ankle He tried to do a robbery up on the Shankill He burst through the door, wavin' a knife "His head's lit fuckin' run for your life!" They didn't give him time 'cause he's only a minor (Powerful) He didn't want the cash, just a barrack of cider The peelers had to chase him, but he couldn't care less He bolted up the street and put his Nikes to the test Only way they caught him is he ran out of breath They gave him a beatin' and put him under arrest Some bird came up to me, she looked really great She goes, "Oh my god, will you meet my mate?" See to be honest, the wee bird was stinkin' Still stuck the lips on her without even thinkin' I'm still with her today, I might make her my wife Cause my ma' always said that a dog is for life She's ragin' at me, I was only takin' the piss I said somethin' to 'er that sounded like this: "Here you wee tramp, lend us a tenner I'll say what I want, regardless of gender" She took it the wrong way, I didn't mean to offend 'er I'm on the fifth day of a three day bender (Keep 'er lit) See our Mark, he's the best at fades Me and him embark on some escapades Kicked out of school didn't have the best of grades But now we're on top, so I rest my case I haven't got a job, do I need one? Please Sure my Da's been out of work since the RA done his knees It wasn't his fault, they thought he was a dealer "We'll put one in yer head if you rat to the peelers" Now he lives the dream and his life is class He gets paid for nothin' sure he's rollin' in cash Full rate DLA's more than your annual salary Now that's what I call a Belfast mentality Fuck sake mate (Wha'?) sure Belfast is wank Geordie Best was an alco', the Titanic got sank The only thing we're known for is shootings and violence I'm up every night to the sound of the sirens Here, give us a fag Give us a fuckin' fag (I.. I.. I'm sorry mate, I don't smoke) Wha'? You don't fuckin' smoke? What are you fuckin' gay or something? (Listen, I'm really sorry mate, I just, I don't want any trouble alright?) Well then you better give me a fuckin' fag now, or I'll fuckin' kill you, 'right? (Listen mate, I.. I don't have any fags but I can give you my money, I have loads of money, here.. Take all my money) I don't want your fuckin' money, I want your fags alright? [Verse 2] I drove down to the bar, I parked up my car I went in for an hour and drank a bottle of Powers Some fella' slabbered, he was tryna' act hard He ran home like a coward full of bruises and scars I thought it was over, but next thing you know His brother rings me up, and here's how he goes: "You, you wee cunt no one touches my bros Soon as I get you I'm breaking your nose" Alright, calm down mate, chill I'll have you a fair dig up on top of Cave Hill Of course I turned up, I'm hardly a lapper Ever since my school days I've been known for a scrapper I got a taxi up, I spared no expense Gave the driver a score and said, "Keep the 50 pence" The lads are tellin' me to keep a tight defence Enough talkin' lads let the fighting commence "I want a good clean fight, no headbutts or tackles" He looks like a fruit but here he digs like the jackal I got beat in the scrap, but you can't win them all What was meant to be a fight turned into a brawl It came to a stoppage (Stop, stop!) I was shattered I felt like a sausage that's how bad I was battered The cops show up lookin' me, arrive on the scene My coat pockets are filled with 5 ounces of green The PSNI are like my arch nemesis As soon as they arrive I have to split from the premises [Outro] Aye dead on The songs over alright Away home to yer ma' Fuck ye (What's an arch nemesis?) Shoutout to the wee tramp that stole my phone on the Dublin Road in his Linfield tracksuit I know it was like 5 years ago but I'm lookin' you still mate Yer not safe I'm down on the Dublin Road every night of the week for 5 years lookin' you so I can knock your cunt in I'll find you, yer fuckin' dead mate I'll find you and I'll murder you I'll stab you in the face I'll stab you again, in the neck, and then another two times..
I'm 53 years old and discovered the amazing sound of kneecap only 3 months ago. They are a generational Irish talent, they are smashing the music industry worldwide, whilst doing so with their own native language and a self confidence which makes me proud to be Irish in such a dark time for me seeing my country being destroyed through massive corruption from the cartel government and our own gardai headed by the corrupt former head of the loyalist PSNI police force. Thanks kneecap for the light in a dark time in being Irish. Roll on vicar Street in October when I get to see your amazing talent up close and personal❤