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The Kabinologists is rap collective that makes tunes inspired by the characters in their city. Operating out of the Kabin Studio on Cork City's northside, they are also engaged in youth music and recording projects that encourage young people in the local community to write and record music.
Video by Tell the Devil Productions.
Performed by Danny Power & Daniel Sheehan.
Lyrics written by Garry McCarthy (GMCBeats), Ian Tabone & Francis McCarthy.
Music produced & recorded by Garry McCarthy at The Kabin Studio.
Additional musical elements by Ed McCarthy & Killian McCarthy.
We could not have made this video without the support of:
Rapid Cork City Council
McCarthy’s Meat Market Gurranabraher
Apache Pizza Hollyhill
Primetime Clothing Cork
Mick Moriarty Barbers
The Bike Shed
The Local Gardaí
Lillian & Camillus Costello
Also thanks to: Derek D'Arcy, Leon Danza, Jamie Walsh, Lloyd Hogan, Anto Yau, Oliver McCarthy and his horse, Liam McCarthy and members of the Kabin Studio and their friends.
The Kabin Studio would like to thank:
Music Generation Cork City, GMCBeats Workshops, Cork ETB, Youth Work ireland Cork & Cork City Council for the constant support with nurturing musical talent in Cork City.
****LYRICS****
INTRO
See that one there? Take that one!
Alright.
Twenty one gears on it, hurry come on!
Shut up will ya?!
VERSE 1
I’m always keepin’ sketch for the biys
If the shades catch me I’ll tell a loada lies
(Say nothin’)
Then I be taking flight
(Come on!)
Bunk on, on a daysent bike
But don’t judge me,
You don’t know me ya gomie,
Get off your high pony
(“Neigh!”)
And this is for the biys that be bunkin’ school
To take spins on a sulky through Blackpool.
(Sh’mup yeah!)
Right now I just wanna chill,
I’ve to meet some beor up Patricks Hill
(“Whit whoo!”)
You better shave yer tash though
You won’t get the shift if you let that grow
(Yock!)
Air max on ready to rock
(Go on kid!)
Then tuck the pants into my socks
Tryna keep ‘em clean but they always get dirty
Cos we get chased by that fella Billy Murphy!
CHORUS
Young Offenders comin’ out of Cork,
Never surrender running from the law,
Do whatever never getting caught,
And if you have a bike, you better have a lock!
Young Offender, Young Offender biy that’s me! X 3
Want your bike back? Then pray to St Antneeee
VERSE 2
(Yup yup!)
I drop drop it
A young offender tryna make a profit,
I can’t say that I’ll be nice,
I’ll rob your wallet if I see ya out in real life
(Gimme that ya fool!)
Make the whole school rock
And we’re goin on strike if they’re lockin’ up Jock (what what!!)
Drivin down Pana - see all the beors in pyjamas
Aloada wah wahs!
(what you say!!?)
Rhymes tight like my bazzer
Thank God I don’t look like a langer
(Look at the state a ya!)
We’ll tell ya how it is kid
Down the market like “Do ya wanna buy a fish kid?”
(I do yeah!)
My mam gave me a berocca
Now I’m on a session up in Knocka
(Yup the sesh! Go On I said!)
Young Offenders on the rise,
Rule number wan don’t be rattin on the biys!
CHORUS
VERSE 3
(Hey!)
The Gardaí Siochana
(Here you!)
Can’t arrest us buachailli dana
(Get over here!)
We are your personal trainers
Sweating like a pig when they chase us
(Ya little bollix!)
Let the biys run riot
We take the biscuit, we don’t buy it.
(I know...)
Shades be like where’d ja get that bike?
How did you afford it?
Eh It’s not important.
From the back of a truck is it?
His mam bought it from the compo when she got the slap off the bus
I love her to bits,
So do I,
(What?!)
I love her just as much as this stolen bike.
(I knew it!)
Shut up biy willa
But she’s a lasher, fact!
I’m telling ya now biy you’re looking for a clatter
Relax!
You’re some dope biy
Now I know everything.
Throw the bike over the wall, hide the evidence!
What are ya doing? I just saw ya!
You didn't see nothing biy!
CHORUS