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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,069
Peak in subgenre #611
Author
Pike (Lewin Hayes)
Uploaded
January 02, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 2:06
Lyrics
Growin up in clifton, percieved a posh boy
Fucked around like a toy, a fucking decoy
People need to take me serious, people look and laugh delirious
I see the hidden smirk, but never slip a smile
So I fucking walked but all the while honed my style
And ive come far in a million mile, I spit to sooner smile
I seen the look in eyes, pussyole whitekid
Ill show mans what their tryin ta get rid
Ill show up anybody who hates and chats shit
A blade don’t fit but mans throats will be fucking slit
Kids tryin to be gangsta and change their voices
Don’t stop to think and let others make their choices
Tryin to jack dealers then runnin into girls loos
With rents still telling em to watch their P’s and Q’s
Its getting out of hand now, empty eyin and despisin
Claims of chastising but really their only fuckin revisin
Strong in numbers, individuals cant exist
Peer personality persists till rival thoughts only consist
Of kids unable to resist a spliff if mans insist
Oppression from a fist with a depression lined wrist
Puppet masters, and mans mental mind pulleys
But it’s the clever ones with the strings, not the bullies
I used to kno a kid, excelled in exams and tests
Talked about ‘gangsta’ kids with knives just bein pests
Picked on and stormed, so he changed and conformed
Reformed by swappin brains with the Deranged and deformed
A year later, saw the same kid wettin someone for a phone
Blood on his chrome and hands, voice of another tone
Villains and vandals, killins and scandals
Bristol born flames fillin the roman candles
Crack heads stomping sandals stashing a needle
Perceived evil, but says who? You aint regal
Crashing on comedowns smashing run arounds
Bun a zoot in dojos, ladies libs on the low blows
Dancing ho shows more old school than gogo’s
Girls with no nose still knows sticky icky
Snatch for tokes or the whole zoot for a quickie
Licky flicky or flicky licky, rollins an art
Toke from the heart but bein broke aint smart
Brain cells depart, along with ambition and drive
Crash from alive into a mission to survive
Its all the same on the streets from place to place
More rats for the race, more cats for the chase
Pick your pocket to make a raise and run
Un-phased and numb runnin crazed with a gun
It pays to be dumb, jack days for fun
Whack frays cause kids are left dead or dying
Suicidal victims, just fed up of crying
Look where you lifes lead to where its leading
From your nappy needing to the crap your breathing
Puking and teething to lying in sick while sleeping
Youll die a lonely death, with mouldy breath
That bawldy breath of cigarettes and aquafresh
Crack in the crèche, maybe you coulda fit
Didn’t bite bars, so you just sat there n spit
From babies sippin tits to crazies slittin a wrists
Your born a star to die as a burnt-out body
In the buildin blocks of life you lived in the lobby
The way people go on is sometimes disgusting
Like the way I spit sick in the rhymes im busting
concocting lines leavin minds combusting
Like coke dealers and a grand of trustings
In a land of lustings where galdem suck tings
Bullys bust tings, but pike cusses kings
And when a dozen pike fans roll past your yard
On a manhunt with razor wire and a glass shard
You’ll be dealt a fast card, made to dice with death
Its twice as nice if I see you last Icy breath
A feisty mess where you pricey vest neglected
Space for needles… cause a knifes expected
Live life as it comes without knife or pistol
Like life as it comes… rolling through Bristol
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