Jam Baxter - Posse Gang Eight Million lyrics

[Remus] I was meant for something bright, somewhere in my light I'm flashing like the Paparazzi Instead I'm in the cemetery full of souls gathered from these crashing Kamikazes Break it down for any man who want it, any category, sh** is catastrophic Try'na be a man of honour but this savage army got me cleaning out our morals Brother you can get ya balance borrowed for a second You can fall asleep for 40 f**ing seconds You can all repeat what everyone has said but I don't give a f**'s the answer to your question This is tales of a weapon unknown Which way will the flux capacitor take us? Far away from the present, I hope I gotta save my little girl these manors are dangerous I just don't give a f** what a rappers gotta say (Don't Care) Mate, Reem's the future Put it to your 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 sh**ty man seen in documentaries Task force 'til the sharp clothes come get me (HUH!) [Ocean Wisdom] I hate starting a rap So many man wanna start when I rap Gra** in a bag, that's gardener swag Get sparked in the 'nads if you 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 something funny on his wall to write I said "calm down blud you ain't Walter White" I mean round here fam, it's all wall to wall So tuck it in your jeans, bring a tool to school If you do it fast enough then your balls'll fall That's actually one of the main rules to ball Man wanna act fully ga**ed when he meets me Then ring back like it's all cool to call Nah, your place ain't even a port I call If I was locked outta mine with a stool to fall (Nah) Sooner catch Wizzy sh**tin' in the street Bit of veggie, little bit of meat Little bit of sweetcorn, little bit of weed Little 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 gonna rap, still gonna trap Still gonna 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 sh** if you lift weights everyday ripped and your chicks best mates with a gat Coz I'm still gonna come to house with a bag full of sh** And a match, that's doorstep swaggin' I don't give a sh** I'm on your porch just braggin' Bout how your house gonna get torched and sh**e Look I'm still gonna act all rash Still gonna scratch my 'nads Still gonna blag my swag Still gonna stash my cash Still gonna chat my fraff like normal [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 you Stuck to the game like super glue f** rearranging a Rubik's cube I stay true Pick a place and the music proves that I'm Hardworking, grafting, dedicated Make beats and I never take sh** Make peace with the enemy, I'll f** 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 f** about a sad old slag (Hahaha) I just wanna sit here chilling Couldn't give a piss about your kids or women This is jigsaw Britain we live in and I don't fit in like How they gonna k** him when he sh**ting on the riddim? (Hahahaha) Mate I'm just taking the piss Break In the crib and I'm taking the kids I don't give a sh** if you lift weights everyday ripped and your chicks best mates with a pig I'm still gonna smash sh** right up (ooff) Still gonna gag lines up with a snorkel Still gonna cash in a pool And watch p**n films on pills like normal (Normal!) How you ever gonna 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!) Pissing in the wind like soaking Shut up b**h I'm joking When I'm on a track I just say what I want Cause I ain't all prang, I'm open [Jam Baxter] I let it all from my being Ain't nothing real in the room you're seeing I punctured an eyelid and out flew a city full of vagrants and half of my brain cells fleeing And d**h's pa**ed out in a hallway So he ain't gonna trouble us yet For now I'm un-k**able, 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 Creeping around in industrial estates Out west still following that rumbling ba** Some girl all gurned up munched in the face Hands glued to the rig brainwashed to a paste At midnight, the walls all parted Unveiling the rest of the carnage Kids getting 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 marching along these streets And these bug like gla**y eyes are glued in Looks like the spiders grew wings Take to the sky, saving 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 nothing ever does it like a bucket of a luminescent liquor to the gullet Desert dog bursts from the veins of the city, there's an Angel in a silver suit shimmering above it Two tabs for the deep vibration Draw from the Martel, sweet hydration Pitched up streets of a streamlined Satan Screaming out f** the police, I hate them Dressed in a sheet with her neon pink eyes Skin so pale you can see her insides The inner workings, her little heart burning And the fumes in her lungs I can see them intwined Snake on the spine Hosing the floor spew fresh blood magma and holding a cure And the waves never crash, ride that mash and a crowd of lightweights convulse on the shore [Lee Scott] If your bird asks, I'm in first cla** If not, f** 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 f** up like Donny Birds say I'm pretty fly for a white Pommie I'm your new idol Lee I can do whatever you 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 your highness Don't mistake my ignorance for shyness My clique are in the club, pillaging like pirates You go home alone, we go home with b**hes Ride the dick for so long, they get motion sickness How you gonna tell me that that's not Dedication? If the d** don't work you're on the wrong medication Catch me walking by Get your hands up, like you're try'na catch the falling sky Gimme the cash, fast, I don't Like fussin' Thug tears splash into an almond milk white Russian For all the evil that we done done I keep on praying 'til it's undone With an ice old Innis & Gunn Rum And a case of numb gum Dumb Son [Dabbla] Yeah... Seasoned vet Wouldn't start counting your 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 f**s couldn't even figure out whidda woulda what whidda what's what anymore Exactly the point I'm making Write words, within the wrong spacing While you standing there contemplating This game's yours for the taking I don't want a part in it if it's not straight from the heart No faking Don't start flaking (b**h) go get naked Your first time wet The future is set This is something that you 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 never get bored of the sh** Recorded a solid gold audio clip for the f** of It Now I got 'em all on my dick (Ahhhhh) And I'm more than awake The sound is the ba**ist, fall and shake Ever since I learned to talk on the tape I been caught in a landscape sporting a cape and a sword for the d**hmatch Coming to you live from the wet patch Then you get stripped like a leg wax (no sh**) When I'm sticking my dick in your girls neck back None of you been giving a reason to take easy so I'm squeezing what I got on your face and then bussin' out See the way they scour the place then cuss 'em out Leaving nothing but a soury taste in your bu*ters mouth It's the guy disgraced if he stuck it out How I got 'em on the regular beggin' to cut it out Level up, brother you know I don't f** about When you see him, remember to tell him you shut it down