A Really Nice Day, by Pip Skid

A Really Nice Day

by Pip Skid

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The CritIQ To butcher a popular political adage, "If you're not KRS ONE in your 20s, you have no brains. If you're not AWOL ONE in your 40s, you have no heart." Two decades on from Fermented Reptile and Friends4Ever, Pip Skid's once cocksure streetlevel soapboxing and social commentary is now tempered with a lot more emotion - and some singing.

napkins7 Pip's first album with mcenroe for 18 years! I wasn't sure what to expect as their approach to hip hop has changed a fair bit since those 2 classic solo albums. But I shouldn't have worried because this album is dope as fuck and a testament to why I love P&C so much! From the infectious beats to Pip's usual on-point lyrics, this is a gem from start to finish. Favorite track: You're Not The Boss Of Me (ft Leonard Sumner).

holbrooz Pip Skid comes out of retirement to release an absolute masterpiece. Great f'in job.

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1.	A Really Nice Day 02:27	lyrics	buy track
Would like if every day was a really nice day But that never really happens (every day) Would like if every day was a really nice day But that never really happens (every day every day) Ice puts kid in prison 1000’s of parents will never find their children And only cause they walked over a border Separated never see your son and daughter These pigs follow orders well that’s the excuse And everybody down to lick the boots Abuse is the sound of the truth There are very young children in jail we need to move To your surprise the fascists have rised Racism finds a way to survive To your surprise the fascists have rised Racism finds a way to survive I benefit from being white my whole life No matter how shitty I am I’m still a white guy Get away with anything that’s in your sight line Also all the scary shit out in the night time White guys need to talk to white guys About the shit white people do its frightful And even nice whites you cannot fight for Life born with the advantage of a title I think about the day What a shitty day Other people must be having While youre out at your cabin If you don’t think about the day What a shitty day Other people must be having While youre out at your cabin What a shitty day Oh what a shitty day To your surprise the fascists have rised Racism finds a way to survive To your surprise the fascists have rised Racism finds a way to survive
2.	What Are You Working On? 02:39	lyrics	buy track
Hey, what are you working on x 3 Packing boxes at Amazon with a bandage on Hey, what are you working on x 3 On a tan in the sun with some sandals on We are expected to work Everyday deep in the dirt 7 days a week to fill their thirst All we do is work & it's the worst We build stuff still barely pay the bills Deliver packages through danger, rain & hills Clean a toilet when it overflows & spills Give a friend 10 but only got 20 bills Okay, what are you working on? Well tell me what you're working on? What are you working on? Did Skip The Dishes in my car but now my car is gone Okay, what are you working on? What you're working on? What are you working on? Stock food on the shelves leave me alone 15 dollar minimum wage is a joke Shit shoulda happened in the 90's we are broke Fight for the past in the future you're revoked These 15 dollar politicians are a joke, nope We need a real living wage Idiots on stage they need us tired & afraid 15 dollars an hour is past its date They need us in a depressed state Pressed under debt & stress a lot of weight One paycheque away from sleeping on the street Working 3 jobs so your family can eat Grind all your dreams into to discount meat For this to work we need to be completely beat Exhausted from work too many hours on our feet Too deep in debt to ever say what you think The fantasies of killing your boss get so intense Oh hey, what are you working on? Well tell me what you're working on? What are you working on?
3.	You're Not The Boss Of Me (ft Leonard Sumner) 02:48	lyrics	buy track
Nothing in this world like not having a job I don’t know what I’m doing but I don’t have a boss I make no money & it comes at a cost My mind so blurry & I’m so lost Everything is holy fuck like when will it get done? Button my armour & then run around the sun Everything I am is to my wife & to my mom Hopefully I’ll be better than the person I’ve become Everything is tender to the touch & I’m so numb Smashed into chunks lie a dusty stick of gum Everything is tendered to my income Their gonna call my numbers this time I’ll win one Everything I set out to do has been done Done a lot better but better than doing none Everything is always being spun Like a gun in the game of roulette that goes bung Nothing in this world like not having a job I don’t know what I’m doing but I don’t have a boss I make no money & it comes at a cost My mind so blurry & I’m so lost Pip, I’ve been so broke that my bank account was gravy Had so much debt even Jesus couldn’t save me Quit all my jobs so I wouldn’t get fired Bought myself a guitar sat around the campfire Played the GGGGGCD Thought my mama be proud she could see me When from zero to hero & hero to legend Boy from the rez using words as his weapon Became my own boss & that’s where I am currently Turned a blank page to a pocket full of currency Flipped it around from where I started thankfully Now I got these white folks that wanna write a rap for me Hey Mr. Sumner Can I get a signature Singing autograph’s & even taking pictures No need to read through you can trust me I’m a liberal I only want your land & your culture & your spirit too That’s all, that’s it Put your fucking X
4.	Cop Chopper (ft Gully and Skratch Bastid) 03:35	lyrics	buy track
Pip: Why? When the cop helicopter flies by Is it 1am & I am trying to find Just a little bit of piece in my life Or is that wrong, to feel right? When the cops helicopters in the sky I think about about the money that is mine Being used by those pigs so they can spy On you & I, time to bye I hear this thing like all day long These fucking cops chop on & on 10's of millions dollars gone This stupid bird it sings its song Like dpp dpp dpp dpp dpp dpp dpp dpp On your roof & on your celing dpp dpp dpp dpp what a dump this fucking city sucks its a stump We've never even won it's not a slump We're having a year sale a 10pm Everything must go this is the end Our city isn't ours it's just for rent These white people really love cement They're up there in the sky They're up there in the sky They're up there in the sky And the're looking at us And they're looking at us And they're looking at us For 4 million dollars For 4 million dollars Gully: Eye spy with my eye in the sky above my balcony Is they spying on me ? Ain't Flying low key let the whole neighborhood know real real noisily This bird don't fly in the burbs This bird won't fly in the burbs Bird too close, they put it in reverse So they feel safe, or they complain the noise the worst is this irony psychology of our society ? Possibly our priorities, don't feel so vis-à-vis That 2 point 3 moves way too noisily Maybe that 2 point 3 should pay for therapy Maybe that 2 point 3 should pay for community strategies that bird don't fly in the burbs That bird won't fly in the burbs That bird don't fly in the burbs Bird too close they put it in reverse They don't feel safe Bu they complain the noise the worst That bird don't fly in the burbs
5.	Cheap Labour (ft DJ Hunnicutt) 02:20	lyrics	buy track
You can not do whatever you want When people tell you that they are so full of junk Bluff on a bet but you can’t back the funds Your mom was made to push out some runts To work in factories that build bombs & guns Blow up countries that have stuff we want Our lights on that means the waters dirty in the north We’ll fight for all kinds of causes if it don’t poison us But if they took away our lights would you trade for water? A boil advisory but us we don’t have to bother Who’s got the father playing catch with the little one? Always smiling off the soccer & the mini van We have been abandoned Tell yourself so many lies to understand it But they planned it, this is how the system works We’re here to work & put paper in that person’s purse Not out worth, not what we deserve A burst of anxiety a shot in the nerve Not stranded on 3rd, your names not a verb We curb for our master & roll in the dirt Squirt whiskey in the hole cause it hurt We eat the rich there’s enough for dessert Can you imagine all the dishes all the work? To clean a mess like that would be berserk! Cheap Labour What the fuck are you made for Cheap Labour What the fuck are you made for
6.	Booze Butter and Bullshit (ft DJ Hunnicutt) 02:26	lyrics	buy track
Booze, butter & bullshit Why am I so impulsive? Booze, butter & bullshit It’s time to cut out my losses When I rock a rhyme I cannot always tell the time of day I get lost & tossed in total fucking disarray Drunk in the night & the day a life pissed away Drink to feel & feel nothing no I’m not awake Tell myself so many lies just to have a drink You deserve it, I need a pick me up, it helps me think When you drink just the right amount you’re so in sync In the blink of a million drinks I fully function Spent months in the dehydration torture dungeon Lunging for food that’s disgusting Old onion in the back of the cupboard that no one’s touching Old man, so sad he can’t cut the mustard Too hung over in bed to really bust it All the stress & anxiety had me flustered Eat a bunch of butter & say fuck it Booze, butter & bullshit Why am I so impulsive? Booze, butter & bullshit It’s time to cut out my losses
7.	Must Be More 03:30	lyrics	buy track
We’re doing them a favour We’re giving them our labour We’re doing them a favour We’re giving our labour My pillow is a bio-pic I’ve been tricked & I’m deep in debt Tossed into a firepit A fossil of human shit Years turned into nothing quick How many times have I fucking quit? All these days are just nothingness Collect dust & then rest in piss There must be more there must be more Than the bible & a company store There must be more must be more What are we looking for? There must be more there must be more Than the bible & a company store There must be more must be more What are we looking for? I’m ashamed of where I work at Front line sponge taking all the bull crap They play a game, that’s where you work at Without us they don’t build big big stacks Standing on our broken backs & they dance in the glass You don’t own your own home or your car or your grass You better think fast, the systems been cast the future has passed While we sit on our ass They are taking advantage of us Take all our time & damage our trust You could feel it in your guts The sadness is too much to handle it’s fucked We’re owned by that guy who owns Facebook it sucks No piece of the pie there’s not even a crust Bust our butt & slop in some sludge Feed our family & get crushed to dust These politicians don’t know dick not much This world is so cold, mushed up Barked at by our boss, bird brain Nah, none of this is sane If you’re poor, if you’re poor Then there’s nothing to gain We will never get more We will always be poor Have to take a different door We will always be poor
8.	Elizabeth 03:31	lyrics	buy track
Macho Man - He's In Love with Elizabeth George The Aninal Steele (Chewing on the Turnbuckle) - He's In Love with Elizabeth And both of them are out of their minds - should be minding their own business Seems that nobody's tall enough - to get on the big fair ride They talk a lof of game and they pound their chest - but they just not qualified The world Champion title - wasn't meant for you to hold Its meant for the people - the people working on a better world and these old white men they will take it break it, and call Elizabeth their girl Jump on a ride that they shouldn't be on and then hurl, take if for another whirl Randy Macho Man - He's in love with Elizabeth George The Aninal Steele - Is In Love with Elizabeth And both of them are out of their minds - need to mind their own business Its the fight of our lives, colonizers, the cops and kings Its the fight of our lives, not surprised that this is the end Nothing Means Nothing
9.	So Small (ft Gruf) 02:41	lyrics	buy track
Heavy ammunition, BAM I’m on a mission Lotta of shit to do in the day just like a pigeon Learn how to fake your death & go missing All sass, the sexist depression Not smart, the messiest intentions And this mess I made not interesting If there’s anything I learned it’s not a lesson Make a strange pile of pillows that I can nest in May I request to hold all my calls? Take time alone to try to take credit for all my faults More time I take, the more I seem to stall In the middle of the end of the world that’s so small We’re so small Like a mini-mall We’re so small We don’t mean anything at all We’re so small Like a mini-mall We’re so small We don’t mean anything at all
10.	So Many Cops 03:02	lyrics	buy track
So many cops So many cops So many cops To pull you over So many cops So many cops So many cops To spy on your bother So many cops So many cops So many cops To lie to your mother So many cops So many cops So many cops So many losers The police department is like a crew That do whatever they want to do They do whatever they want to do? Are you outta your mind has your brain gone goo? So many cops So many cops So many cops So many cops So many cops So many cops Every single cop is a piece of trash Yes, even your nice cousin no need to ask They clock into work just doing their job And are complicit in part of a criminal mob They rob beat & kill to protect the rich An over paid security guard shouldn’t exist A cist, tumour, pimple who’s a person Deal with them now or the condition will worsen This aversion to cops gone pop & I’m thankful Been here for years & these pigs are a handful Gotta throw the trash somewhere we need a landfill Willie Coyote the cop hit with an anvil The police department is like a crew That do whatever they want to do They do whatever they want to do? Are you outta your mind has your brain gone goo? So many cops who lie under oath So many cops for us to loathe So many cops sneak around in plain clothes So many cops there right under your nose So many cops who kill with no consequence So many cops who will cry without compliments So many cops hiding so many documents These fucking cops shouldn’t have so much confidence
11.	Brain Fog 03:34	lyrics	buy track
At times I tried to figure it out, figure it out But I got a lot of brain fog, brain fog Ahhhhhh where everything feels off At times I tried to figure it out, figure it out But I got a lot of brain fog, brain fog Ahhhhhh where everything feels off I got a headache, sore throat & cough No energy there's none there not Everyday gone off too much salt There's no way there's any point, point to this all Running outta roti to mop up your dahl Everything means to seem impossible Forget that I'm out & I don't lock the door Leave half the things that I need on the floor Why can't I think of that thing? Why did I go to the sink? Act like I'm part of this thing My memory is going extinct My back, my shoulders, my knees, my hips My life, over if I trip Short time where your light might blip Covid was some scary ass shit At times I tried to figure it out, figure it out But I got a lot of brain fog, brain fog Ahhhhhh where everything feels off At times I tried to figure it out, figure it out But I got a lot of brain fog, brain fog Ahhhhhh where everything feels off It's really hard to write right now Fight or flight I take flight & I'm gone It's really hard to find your sound I chase music till I'm ground in the ground I hate writing writing makes me sick Trying to make really good music is just a trick As I get older my head gets thick And I can't really recall what it was I said I got sick with the sickness Wearing two masks & I'm off in the distance Shivering in bed & surrounded by liquids Slither with sweat in sheets that have thickened Strayed away from tall grass got bitten Splashed into very hot oil like a chicken Taste buds turned on food with suspicion Fog rolled in & it clouded my vision Why can't I think of that thing? Why do I act like a dink? What was I saying again? Oh yeah! I'm going insane At times I tried to figure it out, figure it out But I got a lot of brain fog, brain fog Ahhhhhh where everything feels off At times I tried to figure it out, figure it out But I got a lot of brain fog, brain fog Ahhhhhh where everything feels off
12.	Dance Break 02:40	lyrics	buy track
What do you do with a drunken sailor I will not go across I will not take a chance I will not tell my boss about my families finance I will keep taking a loss beg the bank for an advance I am so fucking lost & I don’t know how to dance In the place where everybody dances Everybody dances Dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance Everybody dances, everybody dances Dance, dance, dance And I don’t know how to dance And all these poor people dancing If the king wants you (your credit cards too) To do a little dance then you tug on your pants And you do that dance yeah If the king wants you (your credit cards too) To do a little dance in your b-boy stance Then you do a little dance yeah Bills don’t get paid if you don’t make A little bit of money And you put on a dance babe You don’t have shit, so you cant quit Yeah look at you dance Look at you dance yeah In the place where everybody dances Everybody dances In the place where everybody dances Everybody dances Dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance Everybody dances, everybody dances Dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance Everybody dances, everybody dances Yeah
13.	Thoughts and Prayers (ft Birdapres) 03:50	lyrics	buy track
I guess you’re super sorry Sorry, so sorry, for all the things you said & did You feel so sorry, so sorry, so sorry You’re super sorry, so sorry But it doesn’t mean a thing I’m really sorry, I’m so sorry The queen is sorry, the pope is sorry Trudeau is sorry, just another story King Leopold, he is also sorry Get over it & change the story These PR teams working hard Turning on & jerking off Bending words, butter soft Scott free & go running off You’re not sorry you’re just talking so you don’t lose your job And end up walking everywhere endlessly like you’re lost This apology you’re giving is off You need to a lot better if you don’t wanna live in your car If you’re sorry then do something Take some agency & move something Don’t run off to the moon in your space pumpkin Your war trumpets blaring, rockets thumping Humping & fucking & grinding & screwing Crushing & total destruction & ruin Is this what we’re doing, we’re eating this shit? These lies are so thick that they built up in bricks These bricks built a house for these pricks And we have to wash all the toilets & sinks I’m fucking incensed, not convinced But the guy said sorry so it’s okay I guess Sorry’s & winks, handshakes & drinks Rich kids, politicians, judges & the prince Are all here to offer you a gift And to tell you that they’re sorry for the things that they did I am so sorry for that thig I did I am so sorry I am so sorry for that thing that I did I am so sorry These apologies as empty as a bag of chips After a birthday party for a bunch of kids I am so sorry I am so sorry for that thing that I did I am so sorry
14.	Sing-a-long 03:23	lyrics	buy track
Facial recognition cameras taking our picture So much plastic in our bodies it’s a fixture Mixture, mush & machine it’s a twister Cyborgs with bad parts & pickled livers End comes quicker, flame starts to flicker Feed us bullshit like Cinderella’s slipper All we really have is a scratch & sniff sticker Scratch & win lottery, cigarettes & liquor No there’s nothing wrong Lets do a singalong This is the song we’ll sing And nah it doesn’t mean a thing And it goes like this Purse up your lips This is the song that we’ll song And nah it doesn’t mean a thing I don’t whistle while I’m working I’m working from home that means I’m not there in person I’m taking naps, dog walks, web surfing Tap the laptop every 10 minutes recurring End of my shift & my words start slurring from bourbon Getting through the day is a whirlwind Burning, working for these vermin Cut little pieces away each day just like a surgeon Cant wash a serpent out with detergent Dirty like your internet history searches It’s us vs billionaires, politicians, churches While the cast of mutherfucking Friends does rehearsals We are designated vessels for commercials Worst is a long way away but this is urgent Immersed in some universal curse You can’t put this back into the bottle or in reverse Walk around with our cell phones like a dummy Companies using our bodies to make money They know you walked down an isle past some pringles Now you’re getting ads for chips in your windows I don’t know who is in charge or advising But I do not want to be advertising Want to be private, my own little island Nothing to hide all naked & silent Hey everybody Clap your hands yall come on Get up go to work & make some money Everybody come on now Hey everybody Get up go to work & be somebody Everybody come on now Hey everybody Clap your hands yall come on Get up go to work & make some money Everybody come on now Hey everybody Get up go to work & be somebody Everybody come on now
15.	Drugs and Roses 02:45	lyrics	buy track
If you find me struggling Please, do not resuscitate Had an asthma attack & my brain is dead Do not resuscitate If you find me bugging Acting like a asshole Do not resuscitate If I’m 90 years old & don’t know who I am Do not resuscitate I don’t wanna be alive In a world with so much hate Do not resuscitate So many drugs to take To feel like its all okay Take my life away Hard to hope for a better day Do not resuscitate

about

Pip Skid returns to the Peanuts & Corn Records family with his first full length album with bigmcenroe since 2004! That's a long time. A Really Nice Day is their first album together since 2004’s Funny Farm. Pip and bigmcenroe were unfortunately unable to record in the same room – so while bigmcenroe produced the entire project, Pip was able to self record in his basement. The result is a must listen for fans of progressive hip-hop.

After growing apart in the late 2000s, Pip and bigmcenroe had remained good friends and kept in touch. When real life slowed down for both due to the pandemic, they began to talk about working together again. bigmcenroe proposed maybe a new Fermented Reptile album, however Pip had other ideas. After hearing a few new beats from bigmcenroe, Pip sent back some demos that went in a completely different direction – a gravelly voiced singing with some great hooks and funny ideas. Despite revisiting many of the songwriting themes that put him on the map in the first place – the cycle of poverty, police brutality, depression, labour exploitation – he manages to sharpen those themes for 2022 with a new tone, and lyrics that are relevant to today.

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released June 17, 2022

All lyrics written by Patrick Skene unless otherwise noted. You're Not The Boss Of Me written by Patrick Skene and Leonard Sumner. Cop Chopper written by Patrick Skene and Mungula Londe and Paul Murphy. So Small written by Patrick Skene and Garth Hull. Thoughts and Prayers written by Patrick Skene and Dane Goulet. Music composed, arrange, produced, mixed and mastered by Rod Bailey aka bigmcenroe. Recorded by Pip in his very normal studio except for Leonard, Gruf, Bird, Hunnicutt & Bastid who recorded in their own spots.

Cover art by Pip

Thanks to Helga for putting up with my late nights, hangovers & disappearing acts while working on this record. I cannot thank you enough. I love you.
Thanks to everyone who creatively contributed to the record & to my friends who gave me feedback & an ear along the way.
Thanks to the 50 people who will listen to the album. I really do appreciate you more than you can know.
For my sweet Sitka, sleep well you big goof.
Abolish the police, tax the rich and all that good stuff.
xo

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