Lyrics: Gary Mercer
Music: Gary Mercer
I been rapping on this greasy shit for years
don't make it easy for my peers
from where the needy make your tv disappear
And people deeper in arrears
don’t be cheesing
if they read it wrong
you’re needing new veneers
Jumping off the train
to try a ting? let me be clear
Give a man a scar
so he can keep a souvenir
See It ain't like on the postcards
low class
deep in the wave
though we don't need the Coast guard
I know its so hard
a cold glass
no holds barred
with a thick chick who's so smart
slow dance ya old aunt
Just go cart my art
said its more like a motorcar
my old drafts
show me more than a photograph
While I bun the ting
might bill another
pick a number
quick to wrap that super up in plastic
like a first edition Issue cover
Slippery like a Stick of butter
trying to turn these tables
I could drink you under
Never debate never negate
from what you know
be true to your heart
'cos you got to feed your soul
Life’s a maze
just don’t get lost in this world
Your minds a precious gem
plus it’s priceless as well
This world is treacherous
Your dreams are heaven sent
dig deep and have no regards
from all them jealous men
I know it’s hard
but your harder my friend
don’t break don’t ever bend
just stay true to the end
Well well well
The angle I
choose to take in life
is dig so deep
don’t smoke no trees
'cos that’s my kryptonite
In life I lead
I’m not a sheep
cos I know in this life
when people bend to others yo
then they get left behind
You got to see the sign
Then read between the line
Knee deep in al this concrete mud but
but still I try
to find a way to get up
Inhibitions haffi let up
I let go of my pain
so I can soar above the clouds
We got a bag of bars
like trappers when they’re sat in cars
rappers ain’t like their avatars
you ABBA I’m abattoirs
Chatting bout some straps
that you 'aven’t blast
all them lines you 'aven’t graft
see me and you are different
you just 'aven’t fam I’m Avant Garde
sabotage my liver
man is 'anging like the tarot card
'aven’t got the time for all your bullshit
now we’re touching keys like Yamaha
Danny Dyer dickheads
Have to tell them what a slag they are
Never debate never negate
from what you know
be true to your heart
cos you got to feed your soul
Life’s a maze
just don’t get lost in this world
Your minds a precious gem
plus it’s priceless as well
This world is treacherous
Your dreams are heaven sent
dig deep and have no regards
from all them jealous men
I know it’s hard
but your harder my friend
don’t break don’t ever bend
just stay true to the end
well well well