So I teamed up with Lloyd MSUX over at Art of FACELESS and wrote some lyrics which turned into a rap which turned into an exclusive track.
This iz totally safe for work, innit.
Play it.
Peace.
–AN
Iz it Coz I'm on Blogger?
Lyrics 👇 play the track for free here: 👉 Art of FACELESS Music Streaming
(Beat: Heavy UK garage / 140bpm grime flex, shuffling drums, sub-bass rattling, retro dial-up sfx)
(Intro)
Yeah... look.Is everybody on Substack innit?Paying five quid a month to read some guy talk about crypto and sourdough.Nah. Keep your newsletter, mate.I’m on the real vintage gear.Orange header. XML template. 2007 vibes.Listen.(Verse 1)Substack softies writing long-ass prose,charging ten big smacks just to touch their toes.Got a polished little landing page, nice and neat,but I’m tearing up the web with a raw HTML sheet.Yeah, I’m back on Blogger, post-modern flex,Irony thick, got 'em so perplexed.You pay processing fees on your Stripe account?I just click "Publish"—zero pound amount!Layout looking like a classic Windows space,Orange logo slapped right in your face.You’re begging for subscribers in a corporate spam,I’m writing filthy poetry for five fans and my gran.Dirty little blogspot, URL long,Writing absolute smut while I hit this bong.Cheeky bit of prose, explicit on the screen,Most authentic nasty site you’ve ever seen!(Chorus)Blogger, Blogger, still in the game,Substack suckers doing it for fame!Paywall this, paywall that,I’m dropping hot fire in a vintage format!Yeah, it feels much better, filthy and free,Blogspot dot com is the place to be!(Hahaha, check the sidebar, mate, I’ve got a hit counter from 2008!)(Verse 2)Your Substack’s boring, it’s a middle-class trap,Full of tech bro wankers talking utter crap.I’m dropping raw smut on a custom theme,HTML codes making your bird scream.<b> Make the text bold, <i> make it slick,Post a cheeky GIF of a... well, you get the drift!No clean design, just chaos and grit,Got Google AdSense paying me tuppence for this shit.They want a monthly sub for a thought-piece essay?Nah, I give 'em filthy banter for free every Tuesday.I’m a post-modern lad with a retro fetish,Your Substack feed is looking dead and pettish.Logged into Blogspot, feeling like a don,While your paid newsletter’s got no readers on.(Outro)So keep your clean typography, mate.Keep your slick dark mode and your monetisation strategies.I’m sitting right here on a default 2005 layout,typing complete filth,and it feels absolute quality.Blogspot dot com, baby.Drop a comment in the widget if you’re real.Peace.
