Cyberspace and Reds

“Came In Through The Door”
(feat. Kano)

that girl on the floor, said she came through the door, make me want more

she talked me through the motions while she walked me through the emotions.
caught the line and showed up like a stork that brings the baby
caught me looking ravey so she took me to the tap
walked me down from craziness and bought me one more can,
i ought to maybe praise thee on your walking and your tan
but its awkward in this raving you have saved me from the madness
pass me the throw now pass til go rasta run so blast it on broken blast to this showjump blast through control

she bought me brandy and baileys til i started feeling wazy
i thought it was the dj playing biggy babe baby but i was on the never high but her plan was to take me to the sun,
shes on the page 3 but she buys the mirror daily,her eyes pierce me and daze me, saving a fortune for the baddest lady,thinking i called her the a team
i got girls in the north, girls in the south,she caled me all silly but really i aint no peter andre, had about two that i took to a rendez- vouz

the girl on the floor said she came through the door make me want more

more than a look more than a snog,more than a ting a little bit want a sneak peek at the clitoris,that might lead to the bedroom lights dimming it
clap clap like the movies ,groovy

the girl on the floor said she came through the door make me want more

more than a kiss more than a hug, more than a teeny little bit head to weed clash,pour sinner in and i know boys like girls like der de der de der der
but where there is more for the thrill of it its different

girl the reason i feel funny, is the season to have fun see, is the season to spend money

girl the reason i feel funny, is the season to have fun see, is the season to spend money.

the girl on the floor said she came through the door make me want more.

she talked me through the motions while she walked me through the emotions.
caught the line and showed up like a stork that brings the baby
caught me looking ravey so she took me to the tap
walked me down from craziness and bought me one more can,
i ought to maybe praise thee on your walking and your tan
but its awkward in this raving you have saved me from the madness

the girl on the floor says she came through the door make me want more.

 

“4 o’Clock”

A frenzy unravelling in gravel friends and enemies holla from the rabble jab the body, grab a collar …as clumsy as it may be I’ll gouge out and get in any dig

at 4 o’clock today im gonna punch you in your face

I hear giggles and whispers and smirks all serious I spy em in their eyes 2 minutes til 2, 2 hours flew by since insighting this duel with you

at 4 o’clock today im gonna punch you in your face

i dont like the pain, i wont try and say im not frightend today you’re fighter with height i will be beaten, i will be eating some teeth this evening

at 4 o’clock today im gonna punch you in your face

me you wont know by name, and everybody knows your imposing wide frame in folklore but if you can believe it – this beef means nothing to me but to only provoke war

at 4 o’clock today im gonna punch you in your face

trees swaying in the sky, the sun is surprisingly bright for a day to be terrified white control those nerves, hold on – observe

at 4 o’clock today im gonna punch you in your face

A frenzy unravelling in gravel friends and enemies holla from the rabble jab the body, grab a collar as clumsy as it may be I’ll gouge out and get in any dig unlike the movies, twisting wrists, fists kissing and flailing throws the bumps and the bruises, the thumping and booting in the blackness after the break of my nose

at 4 o’clock today im gonna punch you in your face

so why fight, why take a baking, why when everyone ‘ll call me a fool cause they’ll see in the moment me fight my fight, despite being violently schooled people choose their battles and not needless bleeding even the brave want the easiest rattle cause in their minds their making them feel like I would fight them so when in life Im not required to again this fight is not about you and me it’s for all the people I might fight that see,

at 4′oclock today im gonna punch you in your face, at 4′oclock today im gonna punch you in your face

 

“Don’t Hide Away”
(feat. Wiley, Rinse and Ice Kid)

dont you run away, son, dont hide away

if i ever hide away its not cos im scared its cos iv got too much money
everybody swears to god they are gonna stay on their strip i stayed on mine you aint above me
the last ten years were cold and not lovely, life was ugly, hard like rugby, even if i had a big house in the country, i woudlnt stay caged up like a monkey
im newer than funky, quicker than rift to you to wanna jump me,must have thought i stayed in, when you see me on the high street and your throat gets lumpy,
and i aint getting jumpy, i just wanna piss of the ones who are grumpy, i got addictive genes like a junkie,i know you wanna say why do you hide away but im here what whose gonna touch me.

look
what a waste of time, sitting at home trying to make up rhymes, doing grime aint gonna pay the grind,cos the fans i got they dont make a dime,
i aint gonna give up my life for this, even though my 9 to 5 is a bitch, all i really want is a line to sniff but the money i make cant even buy a spliff.
im like, fuck that im tired of it, tired of being a drunk and disguising it,i cant wait for the time im rich im tired of trying to get wasted on heineken
yeah i got in to a fight again,hiding away, nah im gonna hype again, painkillers im gonna need 5 of them cos there was only one of me there was 9 of them,
if i aint getting any pies at them ill slice something in my face to put fright in them, a blade and a handful of vicodin cos i aint going home without my bike again,
i really feel bad for the 5 of them, but iv had six bikes and theyre riding them, aint like there frightening i just hit on the head and OD im alive again
so fuck your boys to back you up, cos im drunk and ill liable to smack you up, run moves and then rat you up, ill make loot while your on the inside getting batteried up
for someone thats always been acting up, you look like a chump with your hands in cuffs, so tell your boys to go suck your mums or catch me when youre sober you fucking cunts.

dont hide away, dont you run away son,
dont hide away, dont you run away son

nobodys hiding here, hopefully my time is near, look in my eyes im a victim of life, every night i look into the sky like why im here?
you cant stand in my old kicks i aint gonna back down from the showbiz,black for the poet thing, wax gonna moat this (?)
look im after you plan,half of your gangs full of rats and roaches,so go that its not safe for the whole gear,go home for the ocean when i go clear,
hear me out, i was blinded but i see clearly now, half of the grime scene fear me really, this ice kid you could feel weary round

hmm is there something after death, or when death comes is there nothing after the comfortable last breath,lend ame a pad ill sell you a plan,
my hideaway is a ride away on the end of the line on the train, old people and trees rather than gold teeth and cold theives, oh its a fucking shame
still rolling the fucking rain, sold to the smock in the cane then sold tot he fucker on drugs with the sold sign on his brain,
still stroll on a cut and run bowl int he cold on the strut of done told ya, too many rappers in the buzz of your ears ,acting up like you acting on fears,
practically gun shit after every last tear,this is the soul in the cold, house with my spouse,get mashed to mad bashey, splash a bit about, cos the fragrance is important,
i say this to be sporting, but i think it like i drink it, its like walking what youre talking.

 

“Too Numb”
(feat. roxXxan)

You sneak in when i am asleep, too numb to be afraid,tiptoes creep, the first heartbeats, i may never wake

one of those mornings when the cars colder than the street, pour the kettles contents on the old windscreen, grilling bacon on foil,
you may as well fry it, the good that its doing for you boy.exhaust fumes and the frost look no different to your breath,but for the blueness and the thickness and a depth,
the scraping goes through me vibrating my shoes, but happy i am as i pause for the thought, only two moments i was dreaming,toasty and slowly i showed up in realism
the day will be bright, and the days less figting, when the sun becomes uppermost skybound and light, i meet with my love and we talk about presents and the present, presented with bevvies and scent of the plesant,
tapping technology and the lack of all knowledge, i tap into age old romance novels,

cold will blow through the doors but only make it to the unlucky first table, cold will blow through the doors but i will not pause from the fable that im uttering baby, cold will blow through the doors,

you sneak in when i am asleep, too numb to be afraid, tiptoes creep, the first heartbeat, i may never wake, yeah the more that i fight the more that i like i know,its not really here its all in my head and i know

blinking thoughts, thinking how i felt for you, shrinking like the stomach of a corpse, but were alive,just, stuck in a vibe that hides behind the mind of a negative force.of course im sure
as i go back for more, sealed wityh a kiss while our lips talk drunk from liqeur,wake up head sore back to where we were before,blood splatted up the walls, highs and lows, turning myself into one of those social networking pros
not concerning my emotions aint hurting im cold numb as im waiting for this story to unfold, like gum i pop non stop until the flavours all gone, thinking like a mathemetician two minus one,add suspicion then im gone
its like i like him thinking that im out doing something wrong, im sorry baby, im lazy,i dont like working when a job underpays me, then i open the door, let the cold blow in. i let the cold blow in , me and him,and then im gone in the wind, gone in the wind , gone in the wind.

you sneak in when i am asleep too numb to be afraid, tiptoes creep te first heartbeat, i may never wake, yeah the more that i fight is the more that i like and i know, its not really here its all in my head and i know.

 

“Backseat Barz”
(feat. Loudmouth)

backseat barz

nein, danke

walk into the sea with clothes on, see what im fucking smoking is so long, talking all the jokes with the poking, once wanted to inspire debate,descent and war to enlighten outrage and provoke and clog up the blogosphere,
but like the artists impression of the guilty verdict, i wear the watch of a pilot and fly, in the black range rover hanging back til its over int he back watching boardwalk empire,
its a fact not phoney that the tracks not pony,im attacked with desire and go higher, throw everything in on a unknowing whim,before showing our cards to the stars,
like the walking wounded they walk all moody,more kiss dudes who are awkward or boring, its not a bad vibe when your glad to be alive.
for every different opinion is out there gently listening or bent on shouting,very much doubting or concering sternly, the eternal whirring like the world we turn on,boxes of photos in the loft that look off
coughing the detritus before stopping for a monent at a picture of a loved one, sit and think memories that fill me gently,nearly.
i have no position to bargain, so i dont listen to arguing, i do what i do, value all my allies, just in an ally by a bars a bargain, nearly

walk into the sea with clothes on, see what im fucking smoking is so long, talking all the jokes with the poking,

in a white room with a nice plume,night fumes, im quite new to this, light a candle, fight the angle, bought a new car and then pranged it,
used to play a dudes heart, havent got a clue heart,

bob hoskins pushed past ya, upset he lost the oscar, for mona lisa lonely geezer, when youre hot they want ya, like your a cock they block ya, knocked down, ginger hustle,whisk the game your at the door
yeah they gotta knock ya, i am not a doctor, but i know what sick is, frozen lyrics, oh so vivid, like a vocal image, we go in with 12 ends yeah we overdid it, a wedge in so raw i should go to clinic
so go get checked axel foley upset, too bad lifes drags his polio legs, but i never block heads,i can only respect, the mark round above us has suffered when go to success, allowed half of my cerebral
force the kind of people, more be nice than evil, for the rights of people more be guys deceitful, talk with lies to cheat you, crush double act, walk a mile and leave you,
to heed my warning talking of perceived threat, let them kill joy like kilroy ,that would be dead, i dont smoke at all, its known to all im not a weed head, it does nothing for me- that what she said,
crude innudendo, i might laugh, on my mood it depends though, i write bars,while you dudes play nintendo or xbox, guess what the answer is, yes what,
shadows of chess boxer,pianos eclipsed watch them played out i stay louder,and do my press ups, say iv got a filthy mouth,so f what, until i clean up my act as well as my desktop.
just let me get this dress that is on my chest off, cos my head a mess like jolie and lescot, some police are pricks only on lets stop, some g’s to bitch only on lets what,
i prefer the latter, but i return to ladders, got them cos of problems, iv been hurt by adders, snakes in the grass, wont refer to rappers, names in my bars, im alert to matters, getting out of hand
like slippery soap, trying to keep a grip, no prison shit jokes, cos arts a reflection, can mirror these books,lyrically im visibly killing it though, with skinner in tow, mean feat feeling the flow, im an east london artist and im still in the stow (waltham waltham)

 

“Tidy Nice And Neat”
(feat. Ghost Poet)

Always tidy nice and neat

Always tidy nice and neat
I like being white as a white sheet,
Keeping pale can be quite a feat,
Walk in a line ’til i am beat,
Whens it time to wear a watch
Should i be wary of just cotting?
Cos in the end its still a botch,
My father just drinks scotch
Enter into debt
As your appetite gets whet,
Endeavour to sweat it out,
Bet then bet then double down,
Walls of stony clad that recall such lonley madness,
Never been a call or phone you lad,
Next in line for a phoney fad,

Always tidy nice and neat
I like being white as a white sheet,
Keeping pale can be quite a feat,
Walk in a line ’til i am beat,

Let’s see what we find
Looking for any time

Look i try to keep things tidy but im feeling all the same,
Keep my natter in the fray but its leaky chat that stains,
Inky problems causing trouble boris becker and for mug,
Got me feeling like a lump
So im sitting here all grump,
Towing lines all day,
Just leads to bicep decay,
All work and no play makes ghost a dull dog,
Yeah i tend to talk a lot
And my actions are squeaky,
Not as quiet as a mouse,
Hush pupping in my heedy,
Gobble box in the bling so im sitting on the sink,
Trying to clean up my glasses
Trying to clean up my think,
But my tongue keeps dipping and slipping on the sea
And the fish start nipping and dragging me beneath

Im in armour
Would just take my arm,
Its a bizzare and crazy farm,
Beautiful days lazy calm
But lazy calm can maybe harm,
You smoke a pack ’til the pack is black,
Choke ’til your lungs are a hacking black
Invoking memories of chimney stacks,
Coal anda little bits of slack, make the curtain twitch and peek,
Take a certain pitch in cheek,
Play the innocent little geek,
Listen to peaceful clicks and squeaks.

Always tidy nice and neat

 

“The Morning After The Day Off On One”
(feat. Trim)

you talk around events and from the side of your sight, the benson burns it reflects in your eyes, in the room with the computer in, listenin to music and watching old youtube shit,
how come fire and rain sometimes sound the same, look me a goodbye in my eye as i say, its too hot in here for men with blood in their veins, faded by dust and darkened by days,
theres a choral chorus, and a floral adoring fuss, for us, for dust, but youre too bold thus, you have to be bolder, youve got a big chip on your shoulder.

yo misleading with lyrics the flow need to see it clearly, cos there all on my dick and they aint even seen my image, i recourse of chips on my shoulder, and battered fishes,
i walk with a devil persona, they gather wishes, im in the hands of god and use up all my raffle tickets, when the numbers up ill rattle cages, and ill be lifted, they dont know who to show their face with
the act is finished, i was living in the matrix, but these girls dont act ,gotta cross the line, is there a limit until lost for lines, so im saying what im actually thinking, im trying to say fuck you, and you hear the inkling
subdued by the way i play with words, itll have you thinking, i wonder what would have happened if i listened to mr simpkins, and really believed that i werent shit, it has me thinking,yeah it has me winking
i probably wouldnt be this sick, it has me cringing, but you can see the finger im waving from that distance

 

“Cinema Barz”
(feat. Jammer)

the inkling to think could bring me to the brink, why do i fear because it keeps me here, alone in the multiplex i think my fate, i drink my fizzy post mix too quick,
the green man glowing at the exit sign, ice cream that will melt before the feature flicks, films arent as good as tv anymore, theres so many shows that i know i want to score,
but films from the trailers these days look waste, like a gun in the hand of a desperate character, fun in the land of disparate savages, like all your natural movements however habitual become seperate acts of action, teary sarges and burned up sears
weary marchers return to cheers, i want to speak to the preacher middle men riddle me, two hours in the dark is something like a shower, solitude is excelllent for sorrow like bolllywood set peices that borrow from hollywood,
wherof we cannot speak therefore we must be slient, why would i be hungry for a younger year, cos im nineteen hundred and seventy eight years younger than the current year.

yo, i was born a winner, born again sinner, eating gravy, three course dinner,im on a rap with skinner,no chinchilla, mc serial killer,illa, you better know boy better know better, original pirate materials better
sarge on the streets dont get no better,double o one i was locked in a cellar, locked in a dungeon locked in a basement, forget the beat ill spit accapella,bring other mcs sound better,come through start changing weather
smoking cheese, make it cheddar, eating great i aint no better,you aint so solid, you dont know mega,mc get rolling up that cellar. bust them away with the current, jump on a guy thats eating blackcurrant, everyone hates murkel who doesnt, but boy better know im always burrent
always coming and always here,new mcs that are always there mcs want to get away always there but i swear on my life its always air,i tell them do some work, im the captain call me kirk, play the beat rude boy and murk, im on the mike MC from bath
i tell them do some work, im the captain call me kirk, play the beat rude boy and murk, im on the mike MC from bath

 

“Breakbeat Barz”
(feat. Scru Fizzer)

students, revolt
words of abuse such as sentimental ,enough for no man to go down and go mental.
set me off a tangent tangerine dream of a scene where people get into teams and angrily scream
you feel it in the evening
unlike a united man city,the kite flies for mans pity but hang pretty little britain,the cool britannia is in us, but never hang a flag, its ever so bash a paki in it.
you feel it in the evening,
starting college cant be bothered far from in it,my classes full up and im feeling like a part,im hard up and looking past the top of the class and its hard to promise something that isnt in your heart
young student im a man of corruption a source cannot erupt in or cannabis shoved in my view cannot see from a different perspective but how can i see if my vision is affected
you feel it in the evening
other hand im getting ready to drop out of college using the knowledge i could have got if i went out but then i do,going in my city like i was on the moon or i was on the moon my coursework should have been in last week fuck that im gonna pass not be a bum sitting on a bench in the park welcome to the life of a student
you feel it in the evening,
capitalisms been bashed up a little, brittle,washed up on latte and pissed up on skittles, abstract art sharp darts, the abs of a man pushing stacks in the park, if its too late man listen ,i have two great ambitions
seek truth every day iv been chewing some state visit,theres more power to some, in the warm shower of summer.
you feel it in the evening

 

“Something To Hide”

everyones has something to hide if they dont theres something wrong, personal space and privacy are rights that we hold strong
so devestating was the day and many felt the shock, of innocent mens reputations wrecked upon the rocks,
when a fishy foreign website went and listed a lofty list, of everybodys names and everywhere on the net they’d been.
published far and wide, to the publics alarm and fright, everybodys private lives, for everybodys prying eyes
late nights on sites, of minds that yearn to learn, complete histories of mischeifs and the time of each searched word.

everyones has something to hide if they dont theres something wrong, personal space and privacy are rights that we hold strong

my life was ruined and so were many others, when that fishy foreign website posted my private life uncovered, some people looked like fools, others ostracised,
some people lost their money, others lost their wives, but for the others compared to me their suffering was nothing, weve all been made to pay by them dredging up the mud.

everything was peaceful and people were forgetting, til this act of evil outed me and exposed my deeds to them

everyones got something to hide if they dont theres something wrong, personal space and privacy are rights that we hold strong

time to go now, time to part with a prayer, there is a space where my heart has been somewhere out there,they say i am a monster, they say i should be dead, my friends an dfamily will never speak to me again

everyones got something to hide if they dont theres something wrong, personal space and privacy are rights that we hold strong

i feel bad for the man, who had been serving time, for what theyve billed as recent histories most heinous crime, but privacy is privacy wether anyones or mine, even if i did commit recent histories most heinous crime.

 

“Robots Are Taking Over”
(feat. Envy & Elro)

its envy, mike skinner
yo, the robots are taking over, the robots are taking over,
stop
catch the light of understanding learn the night is underhanded, on the grass the fall of blossom ,all alone and lost, we are not progressing but technology does, by that definition it will plod on by us
reliance on science and the compliant as the highest until china decides on defiance with fire, and takes out our science with a virus outside the one sight in the sky giving a right old blinding
automated ways may be lazier than late,assisted by the crunching of the things we used to lunch on,taxi to the airport, packed up in a flare up,whacked out say a prayer for,sat with all that hair at zero cost to build,now on distribution bills clever algorithms selling things that might appeal.
slip off your shoes, trip on some glue,slip off your muse give us a clue

look these days lifes so treacherous,coalition toon sketching us and if they take it all whats left for the rest of us seems like theres no hope left in us, cos theyve been watching us testing us, now theyre at the airports undressing us,giving out signals and we dont know how its affecting us- nah

look, i dont wanna be an outcast, but my emails spam 3000 downcast, im about to blast off, feeling like a cast off, with all of this rap stuff,even with venom im pissed off,trying to make protest, talk to many im like (unable to hear)
i make it look easy peasy please believe in capital f to r i am the s making the money like stevie, dont give a shit abotu the rest im easy, peasy, done no, too much styling for one flow,so trying to up my income and you get more kicks than drum roll.
whoever invented them saved the day, and i dont wanna rain on they parade to pave the way but its never gonna stay the same, but for the jobs tailor made, my mind used to be as sharp as a razor blade,now they know my password, and my pin code, my favourite colour and my mums maiden name.

we used to control it but now we let it control us, made it to connect us but it turns it into loners, now they double check our names and act like they dont know us and f one day they turn then they will certainatley dethrone us.

the robots are taking over
the robots are taking over

the robots are taking over

the robots are taking over
iv had a hard life, check my hard drive,dig around for my name in the archives

 

“Cross That Line”
(feat. Fumin)

cross that line

i used to love you like stir fry , but now youre boring like corned beef, i silenced it when you call me, girl you should come in a crop your so corny, one touch i used to get horny
now i dont want no vitamin c, trying to take me for a leek, its no gravy its straight up beef, so when i see you in the streets, ill ignore you like carrots and peas,or like es and dubz and like lines and E’s, cos i dont need you, youre like beetroot and onions,
i was in love with the girl from london until she

crossed that line (dont you every try to )crossed that line (dont you every try to )crossed that line (cos ill just pack my bags and leave ) real so blue

look i used to love you like friday, now youre boring like sunday, we used to meet up on a monday, she knew she’ll be wifey one day, without foul we’d eat food on tuesday, somewhere like nandos,
truth is i dont wanna make big plans though, cos i know how pear shaped they can go, so i said i loved you on wednedsay, and i dont care what your friends say,cos youre my girl and your my life and your my world
then you went and cheated on thursday, with a guy called germaine,look i wanna know has it gone past first base, and how that start in the first place.

crossed that line (dont you every try to )crossed that line (dont you every try to )crossed that line (cos ill just pack my bags and leave ) real so blue

you said youd be faithful, you said youd be there for me, and then you went and crossed that line, you should be grateful that you even hear from me,cos you know you crossed that line,
dont you ever cross that line,dont you ever cross that line, dont let that cross your mind, dont you ever cross that line, dont you ever cross that line, dont let that cross your mind.

crossed that line (dont you every try to )crossed that line (dont you every try to )crossed that line (cos ill just pack my bags and leave ) real so blue

not a lot i can really er, the reality of magics actually tragic, just a hand and a rabbit in a hat and some tricks, when its only the aroma of the polish on the stage, tradgedy and comedy painful creation,
a guy takes it takes it, and then he dont, your voice seems to come from way off in the smoke, but thats fucking safe with me , thats fucking safe with me, push pineapple shake the tree.

crossed that line (dont you every try to )crossed that line (dont you every try to )crossed that line (cos ill just pack my bags and leave ) real so blue

you should be grateful that you even hear from me, cos you know you crossed that line, dont you ever cross that line, dont you ever cross that line dont let that cross your mind.

 

“Minding My Own”
(feat. Wretch32)

minding my own

im just minding my own, as you do, im just minding my own as you do, i got a mind of my own, so im just minding my own, just minding my own as you do.

look i got a peace of mind, cos i know i can walk on the streets at night, now i had a dark past, but now i got a bright future, some dont want me to see the light,
it seems alike, why, cos they got their mind on mine,now i dont mind, but my clocks ticking, i got my mind on time,im not spitting for the lime or light ,im spitting cos i decide to write the rhymes i write
i ride the track,
im underground, mind the gap, im a gold mine, and im so grime, but you, you got bars and flow, minus fans, minus drag, look i dont mind you , fly your flag, they say two minds are better than one, but who minds im better than one.

im just minding my own, as you do, im just minding my own as you do, i got a mind of my own, so im just minding my own, just minding my own as you do.

from starry eyes to far up starry skies, satellites high above make day and night quite alike, for the eagle eyed theres many legal highs, since the old legal guys made the old highs illegal,
straight as the seagull flies, paint your pallet blue and grey, but rain has the habit of doing away with any delay,in the stars we lie, twinly eyes, link the scene with smiles

im just minding my own, as you do, im just minding my own as you do, i got a mind of my own, so im just minding my own, just minding my own as you do.

now i understand what you try to say to me, take my shaking hand and try and take the lead, im in a million places scattered all around my brain, a thousand little sensations all sayign the same, i see voices in my head is what aristottle said, or maybe it was plato,
it dont matter there all dead, to the grey matter in my head.

im just minding my own, as you do, im just minding my own as you do, i got a mind of my own, so im just minding my own, just minding my own as you do.
im just minding my own, as you do, im just minding my own as you do, i got a mind of my own, so im just minding my own, just minding my own as you do.

 

“At The Back Of The Line”
(feat. Joey G-Zus)

look, i dont watch what they do, i make moves with no time to take two, no crazy radio wont play you and no recognition means they dont pay you, so i suppose i gotta make room, create my own name
and get played soon, stay true, and if i dont break through,ill still be on the beats like mikes own label,yeah iv been around for time, iv put work in, nobody can doubt my grindings worth it,
am about to shine, cos my lifes getting high im certain cos im down to fight for whats mine like pray like a thousand times, i sat to the fact im nice is the amount of run, and still a pound of rhymes
allow the hype from my finger trap,when you hear this what you bet ill do it til my lungs collapse, and my body will understand. im done hustling for crumbs and scraps,mine brought up in the back like hands in the air,
like a thunderclap before i start lifting man off their feet like a jumping jack,and thats that til the funds are stacked till im sat chilling back in a comfy flat somewhere my son can just relax
i wont stop til liv got enough for that,this is my takeover, give me n inch i might take over, go ask tinchy stryder for half of the names and the game stay over.

they got me standing at the back of the line, waiting for my moment to shine, trying to stop me from breaking thru, but im making moves, dont ask me why,

your on your way in im on my way out, ill do a run over the gate and shout, this is the very end of me rapping i spent the last ten milly very happy, but im too old now to be truthful , i peaked in 2002,
so i guess i can still speak truth, theres no room for my rueful horseshit, im forcing myself to quit, my advice to you is do,et brown rice and try and be tru, off the line all the lifes a mice, play not the short game sit it for long and like sinatra said to bennet just never sing a shitty song.

 

 

 

 

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