if you don't judge a book by its cover why the hell judge a country by it's news? because the advertising campaigns are all in techni-colour and the people on the street don't give a shit about your views. you see, ninety nine point nine percent of us will have a good day but that still won't get you ratings, so lets take the zero zero point zero one percent and show the rest of the world their style of hating. Now begins the bonfire of your liberties whoops there goes the right to your own privacy, a god given right to be a fifteen minute celebrity so get down on your knees we're live in three. But first let me see some photographic i.d. and you can curse the state of your phonographic L.p's and if you really want to put your mind at ease? remember the first people please They'll never know but they started a tradition of laying down lines over rhymes over rhythms yeah well, sex sells second to Action, Camera, Lights! pay per view fights and buying rights to your own image, the days of Worzel Gummidge Windy Miller? dead and gone now that Murdochs locked them in the garage with the engine on. And as they teach our children speech through tv's baby talk, remember Jimmy Saville? man... at least he fucking rocked. And most of us have spent our time still looking to the east as paranoia barricades yourself in with the beast, and as you went to bed to count your Celtic Tiger cash you missed the bankers jump the fence and fuck you in the ass, the only thing i ask is please, don't be ill prepared to watch your place of birth becoming someone else's time share. And as we stare through the fogs of time they say we still pay for our ancestor's crimes, but i never stole a bag and never bagged a sheep and never put the siege onto the walls of that old keep. They'll never know but they started a tradition of laying down lines over rhymes over rhythms Damn man! do you think that was rhythmical? sometimes in my life i feel hypocritical, my teenage life is caught on celluloid film my lyrics cook inside my brain like my head was a kiln i strap the fish-eye in place to get the wide perspective and smoke myself out to death because the world is defective. But growing up here grew up with broad horizons, surfing and cursing at the waves and duck diving and it's not surprising that my heads in this state i've spent fifteen years standing on top of my skate. Until i fight this arthritis take what drugs are hand? and should i light this while this night is slowly getting out of hand and i don't understand how the hell you're still standing, the chemicals you took should have your brain reprimanding, your bodies in jail but your mind is free? fuck that, Team Fresh is its own ecstacy. They'll never know but they started a tradition of laying down lines over rhymes over rhythms Well i was born in Coleraine on the banks of a flashpoint the first thing i heard was my dad with a hash joint giving it loads with his lyrical missiles and Uncle Robbie knocked the beat out on his tin whistle with the mid wife screaming 'Ye cannae come in and sing!' 'Ah away with ye love, we named him after a king.' It was Friday the 13th at six in the morning and my parents didn't listen to the news readers warnings, 'Stay at home for your own safety. Sporadic attacks are on the increase lately.' My da and uncle drunk my mum took the wheel on Old Bridge were ten kids armed with Shefield steel and in one street away in some dark place a local kid pulled a balaclava over his face. being told by the old ones to fight for his land and loses both hands blowing up a bread van... Fuck that! cos i'm never going back, from the night i was born i've been under attack... So hit the ignition...

As the seasons are changing memories are awakened has it really been twelve years since I started skating and breakin the law and my bones way back before everybody had a cellullar phone we used to hook up at the amphi even though it had no ramps poppin ollies over puddles cause the place was always damp a tourist attraction but we got no respect sessioning sets of steps til our decks were wrecked then chip in all our cash for a quarter of hash grab a few beers chill out and just laugh through a nut & bolt pipe is how I had my first smoke Porter blazed it first then he gave me a smoke lying fucked at the three steps telling lots of jokes Eddie pulled a whitie thought he was gonna boke he didn't like the hit so he finished with the shit while I was chippin in more money for my next lil bit Causeway Rebel Bouncin off the treble Causeway Rebel Fuckin with the sound levels Didn't realise it at the time but these were simplier days with no sign of dismay we just wanna land tres so much talent laying dormant in this cave of Portrush not many could see it cause they couldn't wake up well educated fools from surrounding schools studying for a vocation in breaking the rules we used to conspire no need for flyers or wires we just hooked up sat down and lit a fire and spend alil time just gettin back to nature still thought at that time there must be a creator for this all and there must be a reason while I'm thinking all these thoughts and standing on this rock freezing Causeway Rebel Bouncin off the treble Causeway Rebel Fuckin with the sound levels Now you know how it goes some things change and some dont grown up now but I still like a smoke nearly ruined my life i've fucked a lot up on the way took an alternative root to get where i am today an artisan with a plan to rise up and take a stand sort my life out work hard and join a band a young face with old lungs and plenty of scars among so many few trying to stay out of the bar but you know what they say some habits die hard like looking back too much judge yourself from afar done a lot of wrong but a lot more right when positives in the shadow bring it back into the light Causeway Rebel Bouncin off the treble Causeway Rebel Now fuckin with the sound levels

On your feet soldiers cos we got more Buckfast and ganja, so come on and i'll stand ya just one more bottle. What numbers yours? ... yeah mines the same and it's time for us to say goodbye to those little cells in your brain. New recipe for the troops we call this one the North Coast soup you need two quarts of the tonic wine a little pinch of herb so here use mine. Cooking it up you gotta line your belly with the northern soup that we'll sell ye. So what's the craic here? the Causeway rocks and i love the taste of those Benedictine socks. Buckfast and ganja a recipe for disaster so what we doing tonight lads? 'ah fuck it, let's get plastered.' c'mon Portrush let's get plastered. Third bottle down and your stomach sets sale does anybody want the toenails? how's about no man how's about yes? it's just weekend cookery with Team Fresh. So what are we at tonight? lets hit the swally, but hide the bottles guys cos here come some scallies, they're like magpies ... attracted to the rogue, but touch my bottle and more than your liver will get bruised. See secretley i reckon this whole bucky thing is just a government conspiracy to turn us into Nesbitts and thats Rab C not Jimmy, but how you gonna argue when it only costs a flimmy? Liguid pills is what they call it, will you pour me a pint if i promise that i'll skøl it? That's it man one go down the gullet but woah woah woah it's coming back up ... Buckfast and ganja a recipe for disaster so what we doing tonight lads? 'ah fuck it, let's get plastered.' c'mon Portrush let's get plastered. c'mon Portrush let's get plastered Woah! I can't drink any faster... The name tonic wine does not imply health giving or life saving properties. Thats why you gotta go down and buy it from the off licence and not from the pharmacy, it's not like wine 'not like wine?' you know the way how you would sit and discuss what the nose is? But you'll get what you guys finally deserve when your liver ends up with cirrhosis. Here, i don't mean to lecture i just thought you should know the story before you piss your whole future away and dream of nights of former glories. and all your stories are starting to bore me, i'm looking over my shoulder. And here come my Team fresh soldiers. But fuck it... let's get plastered, Buckfast and ganja a recipe for disaster so what we doing tonight lads? 'ah fuck it, let's get plastered.' I cannae understand ya turn down the ghetto blaster have you a rag for this bottle? i wanna throw it at me old headmaster. Buckfast and ganja a recipe for disaster so what we doing tonight lads? 'ah fuck it, let's get plastered.' Buckfast