Lyrics No Rider - Urthboy

I was working as an MC the other day
With a cup o? instant coffee and some marmalade
It? s hard to play when just wanna run away
It? s underlay underlay since underage
Then the phone rang? It? s Urthboy here,
I? m Elefant Traks just like Kenny Sabir
? Hi, someone led me to believe you? re an MC
I? ve got an offer that would maybe eve tempt me.
What I meant means we give you a set fee
You play at our gig for peanuts and a little prestige?
So the rest see me as a success
While I? m struggling to pay rent with records to press
But yes I agree to it, how can you not?
Thinking of the fluid with the international slot
I? ve got no time for rhymers, slash social climbers
It? s just another gig I? m doing for the rider

There is no rider my friend, so why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end (like, broke as hell, can? t you tell)

Leave the house, lock the door, catch the train
Or the bus it? s a rush tame the peak hour crush
To the venue, nothing but trouble on the menu
Cock-rocking headstrong soundmen to get through
This shit can really send you to the pub next door
Either that or make sure he leaves with a broken jaw
(Ahh) nah man I? m just joking around
Just hoping to soundcheck without choking this clown
I? m just about over it now and I? m not hopeful
Can I get a test vocal from the pleb locals
This opals got rough edges and a hard centre
I? m doing it for the love music? s my warm sweater
Kinda like a second placenta so when I enter
In performance endeavours there? s Desmond Decker-like measure
And ever different, but listen, there is that divider
Drink up cos the other act will steal all ya rider

I was working as an MC the other night
With a couple shitty mics and an appetite
Cook MCs like, look it? s a parasite
Eat em up but first wipe the dirt out of sight
I? m your superman? s cryptonite talkback
Shock jock sponsorship, politicians dirty money
Saw you coming from a mile away you got the
Right-of-way yeah that? s what all the rhymers say
I? m inclined to play cos in the end it? s entertainment
Crafted and created, loungeroom and the basement
Break-in, and of the things stolen by the sly crooks
Cash, backpack, laptop and rhymebook
Start from scratch, and scrap the last seventy-ish
Pull out every single hair and tear em to bits
Material things, gone with the pied piper
(Okay winona, I? ll do it for the Ryder)