BBC Radio Wales’ Artist of the Year L E M F R E C K drops his first single since Blood, Sweat & Fears, and it’s got teeth.
Come Outside En – a phrase that South Wales locals know means business – rumbles with the kind of energy that makes bouncers nervous.
Over an unsettling organ and punch-heavy beat, L E M F R E C K weaves bars about patience wearing thin and consequences coming due.
The production sits somewhere between grime’s raw edge and alternative R&B’s sophistication, while never losing its distinctly Welsh attitude.
“You can’t run away my brudda” opens a track that’s less invitation and more final warning.
Between mentions of “top bins” and “crabs in these streets,” L E M F R E C K paints his corner of Wales in vivid strokes.
Each line lands with the precision of someone who’s lived every word.
The Welsh Music Prize nominee keeps proving why he’s worth watching.
After this track, stepping outside might be the safest option – staying in means missing what’s next.
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L E M F R E C K Come Outside En Lyrics
You can’t run away my brudda
My ting set so clean I’ll one up
Next day body hits a curb like thudum
Net flicks when I’m in the beat like
Gang makes me shudder
You won’t understand our come up
You won’t understand this run up
Just know top bins bro and
There will be tears
Among my peers
One thing clear
Production dear
Wordplay dear
Price tag dear
Don’t ask where I got this flow
Been sitting on the fridge all year
Don’t ask how I got that doe
You know I can’t write that here
Come outside
Oh the torment
Is fucking boring
I don’t want these games i don’t want these games
Oh you know me brudda
What I did to these feins
Oh they haunt me brudda
Still I’m Outchea yanna
Where’re just crabs in these streets
Help me out
And it’s peak