Jam Baxter - Sepia lyrics

Dirty Dikestar (2MSMB) Contact Play (Too many of them steep f**in steps) Steep f**ing steps [Jam Baxter] Wha? This is life mate try make it easier I paint my eyeballs a light shade of sepia I wake at nightfall five days a week And I'm sh**e faced My minds all sideways I'm creeping at my pace As white chalk lines frame the scene of the crime wave Believing that time waits for each of yours blind faith If your piece of the pie's tastin' sweeter than mine Mate, I'll eat you as live bait! 'Cos I tried to bust rough when I was needia But never held it down like I suffered with bulemia And now I'm f**ing with a team full of freaks And we're soon to be a feast for the scum s**in' media Dumb f** Your season of dumb luck is reaching a slump son I mean it, I'm pumped up and greedier for fresh meat I'm neck deep in the next beat Head feenin' to get lean Your featureless men speak as real as a wet dream Its reek on your bed sheets Asleep in the the steamiest s** scenes My pen speaks for the people that get me You get me ya pricks? I'm just sweeping your mess clean So peace to Dirty Dike and Hieronymus Bosh Mr Key turns inside every lock that you got! So what-what? what what Cause I see in sepia Deep-deep in sepia And I'mma stay creepier Creepier! [Dirty Dike] Creepier! Creepier than a meeting with Mr. A Jam Baxter, Mr. Key and a bit of James That's me and we bring the vicious pain A complete waste like a needle that's missed the vein So take a seat in my picture frame As we flicker straight images And speak in a bitter state Pissed again and my room is a grubby mess Stuck in debt stress And there's too many f**ing steps! I'm f**ed up in bed late with my eyes closed Soaking in my slow life of live shows But Dike knows it's a matter of time Cause dope rhymes flow fatter than a map in the sky Check it There's no hope til I happen to find Guys joke with the habit of attacking a mic My mind opens and widens with every line spoken In silence I grow, stiff inside I lie frozen I say "Hi" with a kiss when I've woken Wishing my life will exist when I'm broken Pisshead spokesman Lenses in sepia Creep through my deep-blue speech till I'm sleepier [Mr Key] I've got beef and never leave it alone I vivisect rippers ripping fresh meat from the bone SMB! CP [?] the throne In sepia, Key's a freak, in a league of his own Creeping alone, deep in the sepia tone To reach in a peak I speak till your speakers are blown And police on the phone are telling me to shut the f** up! Keep on your toes or you're coming unstuck That's, tough luck like scag in a pubfight Scabs on my pus dried up from a rough night Snuff white in a lab full of dustmites Rags on the f** mic Rap till it bust tight Shook, still racking my brains As the crabs in my guts [?] ravenous pains Back in the days I rapped like I'm shackled in chains Now I'm bad like a tramp putting scag in his veins That's just a matter of a pattern of phrase As the rats rampage in this cancerous age I'm bad taste, mate, f** keeping it crisp I'm cheap like deep-fried pieces of sh**! So peace to Daze, Jam Backer and Bosh And Dirty Dike'll ride any slapper you've got So what-what!