Mowgli - Short Breads lyrics

(Mica) It's our hay day me and gill are sure winners If you're a k away, we'll be there in 4 minutes Got the top drawer, top shelf, top boy business Stack up the delf, do the chores before dinners More store visits, presents before christmas Hold up a dead pheasant, head severed, we k**ed it Three wizards, cold as heat missing in a sleet blizzard Throw clips in the lake, take bullsh** with it Don't bill the chipper, got vittles in the sk**et Chill, pilfer pilsner, still I never spill a bit Why would I give a flying f** about compliance So far, so good, even higher than the sky is Way past the pilots, up there where it's silent Tell the tyrants if they ask where to find us A forest in belarus with the cast of defiance With rebels and pirates, jay bell and schreiber Keeping watch with tuvia, leaning on my riffle I'm leaning like pisa, gleaming like the Eiffel Liable to give these guys a lazy eye like fievel Been meaning to clean my beamer, first I gotta buy one Meaning to read my bible but first I gotta find one We're students so it's a given that our gaffs are poor But we keep it moving, even if our calfs get sore Say I can't roll cos I won't watch battery I don't need to, there's no clocks attached to me Told us watch our backs, the road stays hazardous Just a couple of half dastardly grafters Laughing louder than two half plastered ba*tards Because even an FBI task force and a half Hacking and slapping through the bracken couldn't catch us Years after, Hanratty'd still be ambling after us Like farrell at the border, k**s me just to cross over Got a boss shoulder, I could k** you with a cross over Accidentally catch a shot to the snot holder Got a spare hot cross, would it k** ya to toss it over? Swear beats were bu*tercup's, the way ben builds em up Might k** a pilsner, but still I never spill a sup Lee drinks his JD and C from a whiskey cup Those who saw fight scene, might think it's fisticuffs It's fictional, really we're the best of buds We'll dead any bellend who wanna to step to us Best at the festival, let alone the rest edinbruhh If you still don't get it, yo Gill, go get em bruhh (iLL Gil) Lets start at the start Way back when Son of London, born in Camden, 1st 10 years there, last 10 years hearing "YOU SOUND LIKE YOUR FROM LONDON" Correctdemondo, You got it right bro 10 points for your Douchebag house yo Then I moved over to ireland, down to the country Found a house on gumtree, live beside plumtree Now I'm spitting rhymes on this track, buy slacks in GAP Write a rhyme, Run a lap, Arrive on Time eat a bap You're gonna need a gun to stop me son No hard feelings one, I'm second to none In the long run its all a bit of fun Steady pace from Dublon all the way to marathon Arrive in Italy, Arrivederci Hercules Bonjourno Micalangelo, yo it's Lee Onardo At this stage, I'm starving, supa dupa hungry For Spagetti, or a bit of fresh linguini Eat so much pasta friends tease I'm atailien Don't sip wine, drink whiskey by the galloon Can't catch me, Im faster that a stallion Double the boss that double cross'd Trevalon You know im gonna end on a positive note Time to reflect maybe a quote The man who says nothing will never gloat Meditate to my rap and you might float Beats by Ben are mad he's like Dexter in the lab Mica's flow is sick, strong and quick, like the tick I'm leonardo, pro chauvinisto, got no game like Johnny Bravo Guess that's that, I'm done with this track If I didn't f** it up they might have me back