[Chorus]

Did yi hear?

Did yi hear?

Did yi hear what they say?

Did yi hear?

Did yi hear?

Did yi hear what they say?

Did yi hear?

Did yi hear?

Did yi hear what they say?

Did yi hear?

Did yi hear?

Did yi hear what they say?

[Part 1]

Did you hear? Stanley Odd's back

I've been lost in ma head off in Candy Floss Land

Hatching another fantastical plan

The last album sold 3 copies and I plan to top that

In cargo shorts, cummerband and top hat

I'm at your front door with a random pot plant

Reject: I crossed the Atlantic on that

And the nightclub stamp on my head says "Boss Man"

What time is it? I've taken an anti-clock stance

'Cause these rappers are as off time as antique clock hands

Golden age junkies - it can't be brought back

Trying to focus on the world through a plastic shot glass

One side of the coin is a happy old man

The flipside is in drastic contrast

A dreamer slowly suffocates in hourglass sand

Flip the coin and let's see how it lands

"Voice of a generation" that quote would have felt better

If we could equate the praise with some ways to sell records

It's hard to balance commerce and artistic content

Without it turning into a pissing contest

This is something of a critical path

To all the folks that said we just do political raps

Surprise. I'm back from ma slumber

And these bright lights have got me feeling paranoid and sunburnt

[Chorus]

Did yi hear?

Did yi hear?

Did yi hear what they say?

Did yi hear?

Did yi hear?

Did yi hear what they say?

Did yi hear?

Did yi hear?

Did yi hear what they say?

Did yi hear?

Did yi hear?

Did yi hear what they say?

[Part 2]

10 long years I've been exploring this dystopia

Dodging myopic sentries spouting misanthropia

The Day I Went Deaf I was in a depressed state

With ma hands over ma ears screaming Get Out Ma Headspace

Anyway, I remain defiantly Odd

Paradoxically, we seem to be defying the Odds

In all honestly, the whole scene's looking Odd to me

Nod yir heid while I guarantee to rock it awkwardly

And who says I'm not hardcore?

Steady yir ship - you don't know your port from your starboard

I treat rap like a dartboard, Bullseye with each throw

And you better believe I'm leaving with that speedboat

So here's what you could have won:

A lifetime's supply of "I'll never quite be good enough"

A million conversations explaining I don't rap about shooting stuff

And a healthy dose of prejudice about Scottish people shooting up

Not to mention scooping a

Collection of self-appointed judge, jury and executioners

Queuing up, to put hte boot in first

I shouldn't have ever colluded at the crossroads with Lucifer

But I'll be praying him handsomely

I can't be released from this Faustian tragedy

Damned to be, still chasing this great masterpiece

Til I can cross Slim Shady with Fake Plastic Trees

[Part 3]

Bump this in yir rust bucket wi the arial bent back

It's that indie kid, angst-ridden Radiohead rap

Caught between Train Spotting and Cirque de Soleil

Channelling Big L through Kurtis Cobain

There's never been much need for marketing for

The space between Gangsta rap and cardigan core

There's an Escher-esque glass ceiling barring the door

But it's getting to the stage now we're kinda hard to ignore

I've got a bad case of Monday to Sunday blues

In the same bad mood since 1992

I'm Ivan Lendl until hearing an instrumental

Then I'm Ron Burgundy screaming "Odd Square Assemble"

Reject was shortlisted for Album of the Year

Which left me writing this one here babbling with fear

CDs in HMV - lifetime ambition achieved

But the death of the high street made it kind of bittersweet

Did yi, did yi hear?