Pegz - Before I Leave lyrics

rate me

Define me like a lion defines a whole jungle

Definition of street and humble

Like Bruce Lee in Rumble in the Bronx

Summoned to the tops like we just stumbled across

Rupunzel locks whatever Barney Gumble gots, I want it

Plutonic blaze, hitting harder than bubonic

Plague a convict, confiscate

Record to the weight off like Fonda's tape

Everyone's like Charlie Chapplin

And Tom Cruise is acting like Michael Jackson

It's crazy, maybe the global warming

Or maybe it's the famous a falling

Call me Pauly Polter, roll in a six

White like a polar bear stare a solar eclipse

Kick the goal like kids switch kick flipping the rock and roll

On top of the bowl, that's control

It's Obese, here to leave impressions

Beathedz, bring the heat relentless

Crooked eye, bout to speak the essence

"I came too far not to be respected"

Before I leave, I'm setting benchmarks each release

Rock debut drop retiree and every disc between

And I'm a be seen with at least one Veronica sitting on a beach

Sipping something sweet somewhere in the tropics

Fat wallet in my deep pockets

But now I got no cash, no smash hit

Just dash and tip the next shit, no slash, no asterix

When the champagne bottles pop, victory cigars lit

I'll leave my classics and an arse to kiss

You believe the cheek of this kid?

Believing nobody out equal this except a few at the top

Before he hit the door, I thought I'd drop a send off fit for a boss

I'm on a track with Pegz, so that's one less task left

To achieve, before I leave

Before I leave, I want a house with no lease

And bed down with a fatter momma than obese

Drunk in the streets running a muck

Junk hanging out the front like a peking duck

Punk mad weights, get large as hell

So I can hang around with pussy like Gargamle

From getting blow once a year like a birthday candle

To getting more chicks than Heffner can handle

Moved from Coburg to Coburg North

From a bedroom house, to a house with a porch

Get mad rich, make a smash hit song

And be the first in the charts that won't feature Akon

Go triple plat with best rap tune

Collect my award in an Adidas bapsuit

It it's all bad and my plan turns shitty

At least they can say that he rocked burn city

Yeah

I thought I knew the difference, between the music business

And gay rappers break dancing on Euro Vision

But who will listen to somebody with a shoe addiction?

Living with their mums, talking about their crew is pimping

Spinal tap with laptops and final scratch

This is for my real DJ's bringing the vinyl back

On a diamond back, with a biker's patch

20 Inch biceps, covered in tribal tats

Chasing hits like a junkie hoe

One dole day, walking down Studley Rd.

Got a beautiful mind and a heart of gold

But you don't want to push me around like Russell Crowe

Not a role model, Godfather that's not me

If I touch a few souls that's extraordinary

But all I want is respect, before I leave

Paying homage to the New York

Come on