WH1PLASH - Lee Scott

Burnt out then I rose from the ash heap

To uncork chaos and blag MONEY

Lack sleep too much noise on this damn street

Kids givin their dads cheek

In the alleyway booting a ball, roaring, all mornin'

Crazy Pam tryna' kick next doors door in

Looked slow, until I got drunk an puffed dro

Then transformed like Melvin Junko

No one asked me shit but I’m yellin' «fuck no!»

A good kid, would rather get rich sellin' drugs tho

Give me room to let me nuts grow

I curse the world like the owner of a freshly stubbed toe

Intellectual chav rap, dressed in umbro

With a kez an tux though

Yo, I’m the man let ye mum know

Ready, fuck a set unless it’s Blah Records;

just go!

It’s that 616 for the kids shit

Boppin' round town with a frown and a cig lit

If you’re down then you’re down if you’re not though it’s sound

I’ll be lost in the clouds (gettin' lifted)

It’s that 616 for the kids shit

Boppin' round town with a frown and a cig lit

If you’re down then you’re down if you’re not though it’s sound

If you don’t know us, we’re some broke old thugs

I don’t have a gold tooth yet but me logo does

So what, what do you want to be rich for?

You can have mad shit and still be piss poor

I blag a bit, then a bit more

The shit’s raw like a crack house in store

Lad, I could bunk a fucking rickshaw

And cold sag, (then) take it all back

When they’re closing the cell door

Like «don't do it!»

if it’s not worth going to hell for

It’s going off once the tea’s brewed

Fuck you and I probably mean to be rude

I’m in a bleak mood

Freezer full of reformed, pre-chewed, weed fiend, teen food

When it’s time to feast

You don’t need ask me twice, you need to ask me like;

twenty times at least!

It’s that 616 for the kids shit

Boppin' round town with a frown and a cig lit

If you’re down then you’re down if you’re not though it’s sound

I’ll be lost in the clouds (gettin' lifted)

It’s that 616 for the kids shit

Boppin' round town with a frown and a cig lit

If you’re down then you’re down if you’re not though it’s sound

I’ll be lost in the clouds

I need to ease this stiff neck and mid back pain

So I got a gold chain with me whiplash claim

And aim to get rich with this last grain

And not lose me head like Charlie Vincent in Black Rain

We are but a droplet in the ocean

Trying to sell the same old empty bottle of emotion

Writing this like;

Why the fuck am I writing this like?

Don’t try an eat too many blue Smarties and choke

If you don’t get the shit you’re probably part of the joke

Second place;

first loser

With nothing to do like an out of work Doozer

That reminds me of the good old days

Walking down the bus roads blazed

Shrugging life off like;

«what a bitch!»

I know where Wally is but I’m not a snitch

It’s that 616 for the kids shit

Boppin' round town with a frown and a cig lit

If you’re down then you’re down if you’re not though it’s sound

I’ll be lost in the clouds (gettin' lifted)

It’s that 616 for the kids shit

Boppin' round town with a frown and a cig lit

If you’re down then you’re down if you’re not though it’s sound

I’ll be lost in the clouds