Sugar & Salt - Izzie Gibbs

They ain’t a threat, they a … at most

If they was worth shit they would’ve been cloned

Upset, looking like sugar & salt

So many dickheads think they’re ghost

I’m a sick-head a skinhead bald

I’ve been in pain since I was a soul

No difference now except I’m grown

Thugs need love so she gives me throat

Bust, bill it, smoke

Cali', or both

My mouth was never washed out with soap

They don’t grow, they gloat

So suck yourself until you choke

Par and jokes when there ain’t no joke

Coming up from dirt

Life’s fucking absurd

Stuck on that kerb

Mum is ill and it adds to the hurt

And dying had a man worse

Seeing my akh' in a hearse

Am I actually cursed

Or naturally versed?

Forget passion, torch is the reason the torch still burns

I can’t lie I miss getting a call from

Every thought of you, I’m forced to cry

We used to ramp on street, do naughty crimes

Times in Thorplands before the hype

All them stripes that I won’t glorify

Understand there’s more to life

I need my by 45

Before them would be nice

Said you’re my friend but you don’t support the grind

Wanna be a boss?

You can’t afford the price

Yeah they’re on but they don’t sauce it right

The plans I have will leave them all surprised

She got on hands and knees and caught the pipe

Watch the water fly, make her call for Christ

Gibbs is big business

Swing with Iz, instant wig lift

To think it’s slim, what’s this thinking?

I’m the distinguished gifting linguistics

And the demons have stopped whispering

'Cause I pray like he’s not listening

You’re a top boy till your spot’s missing

Pot pissed in, got the higher power on God’s bring-in

getting out is hours in parliament

It’s hard for us

But it’s calm, I harness the heart of Spartacus

It’s my armament

Young but father dem, no arguments

When I’m in the room, they’re ornaments

Surpass 'cause I’m marvellous

Dead rappers

So lowe all the chat

I can tell your whole block went a rack for a rack

But I won’t put your moist snitch boys