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Birds Over Nupes EP

by Bee Mick See

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1.
Hey Girl 03:25
Verse 1 I’m a weird rapper – mad, mad hatter Side shade – so I can look dapper Tax fund tapper – street brawl lapper 12-month recovering daytime napper Eating in Boojum McDonald’s can do one Hoodie and guddies but I’m no hoodlum Birds won’t **** me – love won’t touch me Half Irish but I’ve never been lucky I’m a wee dick… With a few drinks in I never get a chick Black ink everywhere – play a gig anywhere Rhyme about things not many dare I am BeeMickSee – you’re Deablo My shit’s Team Fresh – your style’s Bob Mould You need Phoenix Gas to get your rhymes out the cold I do what I want now do what you’re told (oh) Chorus Hey girl – would you be my honey I’d pick you any day over money Hey girl – you’re real pretty You being single – that’d be a pity Hey girl – I just want to kiss you If you ever cry I will get you a tissue Hey girl - Hope you have a nice day I like you’s all I wanted to say Verse 2 Fred Perry and Dickies – I’m plectrum picky Im not like Biggie you’d easily miss me - I’m wearing jeans that fit me Mum’s getting worried that I’m too skinny Emaciated in my physical appearance My fat reduced like food on clearance I avoid the need for Cow & Gate Living my life off - with out-of-date A spendthrift – like Israeli’s Attention span – like babies Steve Urkel when I talk to ladies Choruses more contagious than scabies I am well fit – not on the surface Chatting up birds is when I’m most nervous I be like George – cuz I’m so Curious Living my life with an energy surplus (aye) Verse 3 Fuck your flags – I’m all about rags Try and limit my use of carrier bags Fuck getting paid – I wanna get laid Birds over nupes is what I say My thought’s filthy – I am not wealthy Got a sweet tooth - but I’m a bit healthy Pull the beat over now stop – drop I will never run from a cop – whopped On brownies – soft like Downey Love I’m up North like one of them Mounties - In the Antrim County My beat’s sweet like coconut Bounty I’m a rabbit – cuz I’ve gotta have it Single like a song in the charts so I grab it My sex life – is DIY But aww gee I try… Like politicians at the time of election – I run Like Forest Gump or a program setup I love the buzz when my – heart pump Like thump – thump, thump, thump
2.
My Favourite 03:03
Verse 1 I come home late with the stink of sweat She’s wrapped up with a smile in bed My bones ache and the eyes are heavy She’s got Pernaton gel at the ready Her arms invite like a welcome mat As I bask in a life I’ve seldom had The candles she lit assist the wind down I forget about the lot cuz all is fine now This feels like it’s meant to be Like tomatoes in Italian recipes She’s made two cups of the chamomile tea With a plate of my favourite maple pastries Her eyes do twinkle as I enter the room A wonder how a look can make the mind swoon My heart jumps out my chest like a cartoon Worries disappear when I’m the little spoon Chorus She’s my favourite Fermanagh Lady The reason why I have been using less naughty words lately She’s my favourite Fermanagh Lady A more emotionally intact person is what she has made me Verse 2 I start the day – as she’s still snoring I’ve got more energy in the morning Asleep in bed she’s the sweetest thing So breakfast to her is what I bring Soda bread with peanut butter and jelly Plus orange juice leads to a happy belly Yoghurt with the separated fruit in the corner At this point I’d do anything for her Hold her close like she needs protection But truth be told I need her affection I need the relief when we kiss and tell For better understanding of myself When I look in her eyes brings passion back All of my surroundings fade to black Feel like a joy rider who’s been caught sleepin’ My knees are significantly weakened Verse 3 You bet your ass she looks after me She covers my face in the moisture cream She applies the Bazooka gel to my feet She feeds my teeth with a food so sweet She shares my love of herbal tea She sweetens it up with Tesco honey Muscles get loving rubs of deep heat She spoons me tight when my body’s beat
3.
Single 03:41
Chorus I’m SINGLE – like a 30p feg SINGLE – like a ticket one way SINGLE – like a widowed bride That’s the story of my life But I just wanna be – not lonely Gagging for - my - one and only Some birds come and some birds don’t And life ain’t sweet when I’m alone Verse 1 Sometimes – my heart feels beat As I’m tucked in tight by a twin bed sheet I dwell on the ex a serial cheat And mask the pain with the food I eat Alcohol puts my heart to sleep As I get blocked the romance depletes And I hunt for girls like a piece of meat All comfort gained is a short term feat I'm chasing girls – I sort of like Cuz being alone’s a scary plight I need cupid – right – to improve his sight - Cuz I need some love in my life So swap that arrow for an Uzi Aim a bit better next time you shoot me So I can be your man in teenage movies That wins the bird – after years of losing Verse 2 Sometimes – I don’t feel great In a twin mattress when it’s way past late Like Michael Stone behind prison gates I start dwelling on past mistakes Cuz way back in my teenage days I lost out through nervous delay There were things I was afraid to say And a handful of girls that got away Now there’s no one that wants to call me There’s no one I think of fondly Wet dreams are my unwanted hobby It’s mostly boxers – in the laundry My years seem to pass in a hurry The single life fills me with worry Cuz I rely on technology like Curry’s 99 worries - all of them girlies Verse 3 I want that – click – click – relationship That gushy shit – that made me sick When I was a kid – cuz I was thick And thought it was all about pleasing dick I’m not even trying to pull anymore That old game makes me feel bored Not looking to increase my score Cuz I – oh I need more Waking up empty from a random buck Wishing it wasn’t so meaningless Cuz what is life - without love? It’s a peace parade – without the doves Sex might sell - but it doesn’t pay Cuz I had it last night and I’m broke today Sex might sell - but it doesn’t pay Cuz I had it last night and I’m broke today
4.
I'm Weak 02:50
Verse 1 Allergies debilitate me in summer High pollen content’s such a bummer The snot in my nose Olympic – runner My chemist is a wee doll – I love her Antihistamines help me breathe again Without eye drops, Cyclops, squinty vision I look like I’ve been chopping onions for hours With a mouth stuffed full of Haribo sours Hah chew… I’m a wee doot My girlfriend finds my sickness so cute I’m the reason that she doesn’t wear perfume I’m the reason that she doesn’t smoke in her room Hay fever sniffs – conjunctivitis Got me on temporary blindness Benadryl hits – snot laced spits Wet eyelids, dry lips – got me in the pits Chorus I’m weak So weak Verse 2 An Ethiopian runner – but thinner A faux vegetarian at Sunday dinner Bone structure like a Gecko - lizard Muscles like a Christmas turkey - gizzard Taught – skin – shows off the bone Makes me look as though I’ve got muscle tone My body resembles Nick Clegg in Parliament Throat feels like the Creationist argument (weak) Bones creak like a dried up door hinge Pass out when they penetrate me with syringe Biceps like two elastic - strings Clench teeth when the tattoo needle stings A dirty mucker – nerdy brother A very well clued up learning lover I’m not like you– that’s my word And you wouldn’t kill me like a mocking bird Verse 3 I’m weak – I’m a seven day stretch Seven day, seven day, seven day stretch But I’m dexterous with adjustable wrench Clever graft gives a seductive stench Kittens are cute but only in theory When I’m around them I cannot see clearly Feather pillows viewed as a luxury But they turn my boogers all watery The strength in me can be hard to see When my girlfriend helps open jars for me A hard days work puts my body in bits Second hand smoke brings coughing fits The back gate bolt is a difficult task Can only pull so much before it hurts to grasp If food’s on the plate I’m a fucking eat it But I’ve still got the figure of a true bulimic
5.
Skit 01:00
6.
Intro Who likes laughing? WE LIKE LAUGHING Verse 1 Gis, yer best acid face Put happiness in the first place Rock that grin when you sign the bru Cuz you get paid with nout to do Catholic Priests - lighten up If yer tense yer not ridin’ much If that don't work then masturbate Pent up stress exacerbates Look at my arse, fer a picture of yourself I'm the reverse Elizabeth Wurzel I contradict like a Christian hell Or every cunt in the bible Shoot my mouth off like Yosemite Sam Laugh in the face of an angry man Like an itty-bitty kid at Disney Land Or yer great granda(d) at a kiss-o-gram Chorus I’m going to live my life like a spide at a rave Because the lights are bright when the eyes are brave When the times get tough I’ll ride the wave I’m going to laugh until I hit the grave Verse 2 Gis, yer best botox face Let blissfulness - win the race Cooperate, with yer endorphins Forget about those Oxfam orphans - I wanna see your incisors Dazzle me like Richard Prior When he was on fire, it's quite simple Work those cheeks, form those dimples Don't worry about, your success When you fuck up, don't get stressed Loosen up, reduce the moanin’ With a natural source of serotonin Stop getting on like Morissey You should act more courteously Like a presenter on Sesame Street - I wanna see your teeth please Verse 3 Gis, your best camera face Live your life the Sinatra way Make getting scundered irrelevant Dance like a dick for the hell of it Stop giving a fuck so God damn much We've a good GNP per capita If you're fussed about a credit crunch - Take a trip to Africa Smile...it's contagious - Like a gorgeous girl with AIDS is Laughter, laughter, it's the greatest Like M-C-Paul-Bar-Man's-lat-est - So come sit next to me For a little natural ecstasy You can live free, like old school Napster With the king of silent laughter

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released January 21, 2013

Words and Music by Bee Mick See & Friends
Produced by Bee Mick See & Rocky O'Reilly
Recorded @ Start Together Studios, Belfast

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Born in Portland. Lives in Belfast.
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