Jam Baxter - Talk Big lyrics

Yo! Introducing Jam Smackster Greasy munch extraordinaire And Ronnie Bosh Hands like paving slabs [Jam Baxter] sh**! I writ this lyric out of mucus stains Puke my brain up in a gruesome state Used the chewed remains as the glue To paste your fake crew to the pavement I fume with rage When I rap bars damn sure So you can use my tune to shave your stupid face My chats carve phat scars Cause I'm fresh like your trackmarks Leave rap stars rejected like my cash card! That's harsh But such is life! I've run London to Brighton a hundred times I wonder why I'm such a disgusting site It must be the d** that I'm slumped beside So if you ain't a fan of my nasal voice f** you, have I made my point? I wasted coins for days Chain-blazing joints And laid lazy and dazed But I made my choice I'm so pang I'll be a wasteman for life With no plans tryna make back the time But I make tracks and shine like a ruby in a heap of sh** And these weedy pricks think music is a piece of piss Please desist! And who needs a chick man That cheating b**h got me fuming like a steaming spliff Read my lips: I'm cleverer But I'm sitting in the dark with the scars on my retina Spit another bar and ill bury ya Stick it up your arse like an enema I'm in another cla** cause I'm heavier! But yeah I'm still a skinny ba*tard My jargon is better and yes The stress got the best of my temper Et cetera et cetera et cetera, et cetera I could rhyme but why I'm live Skang-Baxter The Life and times So hope your heads clocked And can you MC? And have you met Bosh? And have you met Key? And have you met me Jam Back-Stabbing Baxter Let me see your hands in the back Wa gwan!? Deep down I'm merciless CCP like the three mouths of Cerberus Beats sound murderous, all week Too many steps in effect and they're all steep [Ronnie Bosh] Talk big You know it ain't to late to talk big And don't run your gums when we be talking You poor pricks can't handle the raw sh** Talk big You know it ain't to late to talk big And don't run your gums when we be talking You poor pricks can't handle the raw sh** [Ronnie Bosh] Yeah Allow your sh** bars I gouged em out your mouth And ground them down to a powdered ounce I sniffed half up my rounded snout When the drips hard Lets spit harsh pounding sounds Half-wits can't think fast But you can give it large And chant your blase-blah I rip bars this dark Cause I'm sick like you pricks aren't Leave kids scarred and twisted like your wrists are When the sh** starts don't run it Please, I run London to Leeds with a bunch of freaks A hundred deep Went from a lovely teen To a f**ed up runt twenty-something cheek So if you ain't a fan of my ba**ey voice f** you, have I made my point? Name your poison and wait till your brains destroyed Then you'll crack out as hard as my aching joints I'm like Talk big Since its never too late to have a .. coin Talk big Even though you applaud its a short lived make some noise Talk But no bigger than the torn strip of paper I snort with Talk big Lightbulb kids talking sh** till their jaws stiff! Whats your next plan? Is your head straight I know you met Jam But have you met Daze? And have you met Ade A.k.a Hieronymous Bosh Lemme see your hands for the drop Like what! Deep down I'm ravenous CCP like them three rowdy scavengers Beat sound damagers All sick! Too many steps in effect when we talk big Talk big You know it ain't to late to talk big And don't run your gums when we be talking You poor pricks can't handle the raw sh** Talk big You know it ain't to late to talk big And don't run your gums when we be talking You poor pricks can't handle the raw sh**