Blame Miss Barclay - Mikill Pane

You can blame Miss Barclay.

Who?

You can blame Miss Barclay.

Who?

You can blame Miss Barclay.

Who?

You can blame Miss Barclay.

Who?

hey wanna know why Mister Pane writes in the way that the does

Some are genuinely intrigued, some are making a fuss

They just can’t seem to figure it out, so they complain and they cuss

They feel the sting because he’s gotta be creating a buzz

There’s no bitch behind these bars —

He doesn’t bow in the showers —

And no impulse to keep 'em sweet

He’s acting sour to cowards

While the flavour shuts 'em up

He’s found a way to sum shit up

The end result?

Three sixteens to the power of ours

This is nothing like the other stuff you’re into

Yes, this is an album, but it’s more of a motherfucking tribute

This information’s vital, it explains the title

Here’s a little something that I dedicate to my school

Teacher, she taught me English in my teens

I didn’t fancy her, but she’s one of the women of my dreams

She played a part in creating the formidable machine

Called Mikill Pane, I’d like to say this is a big conspiracy

You can blame Miss Barclay.

Who?

You can blame Miss Barclay.

Who?

You can blame Miss Barclay.

Who?

You can blame Miss Barclay.

Who?

She taught me that it’s no just what you write, but how it’s said

That makes your rhetoric explosive enough to make a page a powder keg

Musicians called and said, 'Your poetry’s quite hot

We should tie our skills in with each other’s'

So I said, 'Why knot?'

If I didn’t have those commitments, I’d harvest my own crops

Smoke them all, go into Hyde Park with a soapbox

Then stand on Speaker’s Corner with a mic or a megaphone

And scream about how politicians lie just to get your votes

I’d ask some questions publicly and need some answers

Like: who really looks up to these greedy bastards?

Why’d they riot in the UK just to take some stuff

While the Houses of Parliament remained untouched?

Why didn’t they run up on the goverment and tell them to leave

Or have an example made out of them like Elliot Gleave?

If I whipped a little frenzy up, I would accept the blame

But someone else would share the credit — I’ve already said her name

It’s Miss Barclay

You can blame Miss Barclay.

Who?

You can blame Miss Barclay.

Who?

You can blame Miss Barclay.

Who?

You can blame Miss Barclay.

Who?

They want me to speak about that, not this

There’s nothing they can tell me

I had my heart set on one thing when I started to make this LP

And that was not to go down in history as some other cunt that penned hits

I’m not trying to get to the plaque — I’m not a motherfucking dentist

So don’t think that Mister Pane can help

With fixing teeth.

Just brace yourselves

For a wave of chicken shit MC’s that are standing by in case this sells

And if it does and they copy me, I won’t be stupid and go at them

I’ll be so flattered because I’ll have more sons in music than Joe Jackson

They’ll know they’d never have done it without their dad and that’s the main

thing

Barack Obama’s not the only black man that can change things

My priorities are clear, I don’t just rap this staff for payment

My bank balance is at the bottom of the list, and that’s an understatement

I’m just saying, but I’m saying it in the only way I know how:

Very starkly, Gwen Stefani-style, so there remains no doubt

That I’m never gonna say sorry for any phrase that caused displeasure

And I will not budge an inch.

Just thought I’d say that for good measure

You can blame Miss Barclay.

Who?

You can blame Miss Barclay.

Who?

You can blame Miss Barclay.

Who?

You can blame Miss Barclay.

Who?