Dirty Dike - Posse Gang Eight Million lyrics
rate me(Verse: Remus)
I was meant for somethin' bright, somewhere in my light I’m flashin' like the Paparazzi
Instead I’m in the cemetery full of souls gathered from these crashin' Kamikazes
Break it down for any man who want it, any category, shit is catastrophic
Try'na be a man of honour but this savage army got me cleanin' out our morals
Brother ya can get ya balance borrowed for a second
Ya can fall asleep for forty fuckin' seconds
Ya can all repeat what everyone has said but I don’t give a fuck's the answer to yo question
This is tales of a weapon unknown
Which way will the flux capacitor take us?
Far away from the present, I hope
I got to save my lil girl these manors are dangerous
I just don't give a fuck what a rappers got to say
(Don't Care)
Mate, Reem's the future
Put it to yo task force, evolution
Meet's a vortex from the dark deep Bermuda
I'm a real threat to this harsh piece of music, don't test me
I just wanna slap MC's, don't tempt me
I been around shitty man seen in documentaries
Task force 'til the sharp clothes come get me (HUH!)
(Verse 2: Ocean Wisdom)
I hate startin' a rap
So many man wanna start when I rap
Grass in a bag, that's gardener swag
Get sparked in the 'nads if ya ask for a drag
Look
A brudda gave me a call tonight
He said he's got food so he's ballin' right?
I thought of somethin' funny on his wall to write
I said 'calm down blud ya ain't Walter White'
I mean round here fam, it's all wall to wall
So tuck it in yo jeans, bring a tool to school
If ya do it fast enough then yo balls'll fall
That's actually one of the main rules to ball
Man wanna act fully gassed when he meets me
Then ring back like it's all cool to call
Nah, yo place ain't even a port I call
If I was locked outta mine with a stool to fall
(Nah)
Sooner catch Wizzy shitting in the street
Bit of veggie, lil bit of meat
Lil bit of sweetcorn, lil bit of weed
Lil bit of bars and a bigger bit of greed
Oi but the Asians like raisins
The Blacks clap crap
The Whites spike Sprite
Just cah it rhymes don't make it right
Just cah it's rap don't make it a fact
Return of the Twat, and he came with a pack
Still goin' to rap, still goin' to trap
Still goin' to back what I said when I spat
Still bad to the bone, still agg in my flat
Still sits blacked out in a room blacked out try'na nap
But I don't give a shit if ya lift weights everyday ripped and yo chicks best mates with a gat
Coz I'm still goin' to come to house with a bag full of shit
And a match, that's doorstep swagging
I don't give a shit I'm on yo porch just bragging
Bout how yo house goin' to get torched and shite
Look I'm still goin' to act all rash
Still goin' to scratch my 'nads
Still goin' to blag my swag
Still goin' to stash my cash
Still goin' to chat my fraff like normal
(Verse 3: Dirty Dike)
When I lived in the background, spaced
Sat down spack with a sad clown face
And my mates all trapped in a bag down state (Sniff)
Mouth taste like a sack full of hate
Brains all mashed like a bag of potates
Sound clash?
Maybe I slapped sounds face
And escape crash land on a maxed out base
I'm a wasteman, fact
Well, that's what they say
But I smash more tunes than ya
Stuck to the game like super glue
Fuck rearrangin' a Rubik's cube
I stay true
Pick a place and the music proves that I'm
Hardworkin', graftin', dedicated
Make beats and I never take shit
Make peace with the enemy, I'll fuck them in the arse
When they least expect me to struggle with the past
Bang bang boogie said up jump the fat plam
Had fans pushing up, bum rush the Jam
Crash land cushion enough fun to have
So I couldn't give a fuck about a sad old slag
(Hahaha)
I just wanna sit here chilling
Couldn't give a piss about yo kids or women
This is jigsaw Britain we live in and I don't fit in like
How they goin' to kill him when he shitting on the riddim?
(Hahahaha)
Mate I'm just takin' the piss
Break In the crib and I'm taking the kids
I don't give a shit if ya lift weights everyday ripped and yo chicks best mates with a pig
I'm still goin' to smash shit right up (ooff)
Still goin' to gag lines up with a snorkel
Still goin' to cash in a pool
And watch porn films on pills like normal (Normal!)
How ya eva goin' to test me fool?
Ring up the pigs and arrest me? Cool (Cool)
Ride the bird and one hand on my toilet seat and get out with a sentence small (Ha!)
Pissin' in the wind like soakin'
Shut up bitch I'm jokin'
When I'm on a track I just say what I want
Cause I ain't all prang, I'm open
(Verse 4: Jam Baxter)
I let it all from my bein'
Ain't nothing real in the room you're seein'
I punctured an eyelid and out flew a city full of vagrants and half of my brain cells fleeing
And Death's passed out in a hallway
So he ain't goin' to trouble us yet
For now I'm un-killable, linger at the bar
3 shots in my left hand running up debts
I was raised on skunk and cider on tap
And debit cards steep and triangular raps
And girls clinging tight to their best friends hair while they puke in the corner of the warehouse mats
Creepin' around in industrial estates
We're still followin' that rumblin' bass
Some girl all gurned up munched in the face
Hands glued to the rig brainwashed to a paste
At midnight, the walls all parted
Unveilin' the rest of the carnage
Kids gettin' drunk as a live in the house
And the child sells guts in small wicker baskets
And birds corks with two tenners rammed in his nostrils and carnival stalls on his tongue
There's a fountain of honey bees poured from his lungs
Must be Friday, born to succumb
I felt the boredom back then through skin
Stepped out, carved him out a new grin
Bright face marchin' along these streets
And these bug like glassy eyes are glued in
Looks like the spiders grew wings
Take to the sky, savin' extravagance
He got the beak out, ten pound a point
So I stepped out the joint with a new found arrogance
I was adamant that nothin' eva does it like a bucket of illuminous Sambuca to the gullet
Desert dog bursts from the veins of the city, there's an Angel in a silver suit shimmerin' above it
Two tabs for the deep vibration
Draw from the Martel, sweet hydration
Pitched up streets of a streamlined Satan
Screamin' out fuck the police, I hate them
Dressed in a sheet with her neon pink eyes
Skin so pale ya can see her insides
The inner workings, her lil heart burnin'
And the fumes in her lungs I can see them intwined
Snake on the spine
Hosin' the floor spew fresh blood magma and holding a cure
And the waves neva crash, ride that mash and a crowd of lightweights convulse on the shore
(Verse 5: Lee Scott)
If yo bird asks, I'm in first class
If not, fuck her, bare back
Have her foaming at the mouth like nerve gas
Cause I'm ice cold when I burn cash
If you're not me shut the fuck up like Donny
Birds say I'm pretty fly for a white Pommie
I'm yo new idol Lee
I can do whatever ya do idly
Been around the world and aye, aye
I only took two steps
Come through fresh like a young Hugh Heff
What in the F-UCK will he get up to next?
Call me yo highness
Don't mistake my ignorance for shyness
My clique are in the club, pillagin' like pirates
Ya go home alone, we go home with bitches
Ride the dick for so long, they get motion sickness
How ya going to tell me that that's not Dedication?
If the drugs don't work you're on the wrong medication
Catch me walkin' by
Get yo hands up, like you're try'na catch the falling sky
Gimme the cash, fast, I don't Like fussing
Thug tears splash into an almond milk white Russian
For all the evil that we done done
I keep on prayin' till it’s undone
With an ice old Innis & Gunn Rum
And a case of numb gum
Dumb Son
(Verse 5: Dabbla)
Yeah! Seasoned vet
Wouldn't start countin' yo P's just yet
My back catalogue, got a lot of gold In
Guaranteed, leave a lot of these upset
MC's chat a lot of P's on the Set
Structure is poor and that's why they get the (Clock Clock Clock)
McFly to the head them bussed through the floor
'til you fucks couldn't even figure out whidda woulda what whidda what's what anymore
Exactly the point I'm makin'
Write words, within the wrong spacin'
While ya standing there contemplatin'
This game's urs for the takin'
I don't want a part in it if it's not straight from the heart
No fakin'
Don't start flakin'
(Bitch) go get naked
Yo first time wet
The future is set
This is sumthin' that ya will respect
If not right now then sooner or later
But keep this tune on the deck
They put it back so many times them'll neva get bored of the shit
Recorded a solid gold audio clip for the fuck of It
Now I got 'em all on my dick (Ahhhhh)
And I'm more than awake
The sound is the bassist, fall and shake
Eva since I learned to talk on the tape
I been caught in a landscape sportin' a cape and a sword for the deathmatch
Comin' to ya live from the wet patch
Then ya get stripped like a leg wax (no shit)
When I'm sticking my dick in yo girls neck back
None of ya been giving a reason to take easy so I'm squeezin' what I got on yo face and then bussing out
See the way they scour the place then cuss 'em out
Leavin' nothin' but a soury taste in yo butters mouth
It's the guy disgraced if he stuck it out
How I got 'em on the regular begging to cut it out
Level up, brother ya know I don't fuck about
When ya see him, remember to tell him ya shut it down
