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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
