Yes He Did - Lee Scott

I’m trying to develop a name, stress on the brain

Smelling of yesterdays rain

Despite what they may claim

What’s your main aim when you’re playing the game?

Gain?

In it for the love and I love money, I’m in a rush hurry

I’m pretty broke but I shun slummy

Like getting deep with a fuck buddy

I’m the kid that asked what was up with Bugs Bunny

Need an extra quid, pick a friend to jib

Oh my God he didn’t did he?

Yes he did

Went and flipped his second lid

And now he’s fucked up, yelling I’m drunk but

Gotta be this bad just to get in your good books

We’re some intelligent dumb fucks

Dropping knowledge when I’ve chucked up whatever I just took

I’m trying to develop a name, stress on the brain

Smelling of yesterdays rain, limping ahead with a cane

Things are never the same, I’ll never be tamed though

I’m over here sipping on Polish beer

Chatting to birds in stolen gear

Amateur listen kidda bifter

This is something exquisite innit

Spare me your wisdom

I co-sign Sheens theory of winning

Both eyes see clearly, I’m drinking

To totalitarianism

Here’s to the system

And controlling the world with religion

Getting stoned with your bird in the kitchen

Preparing and dishing, while I’m burning the ism

Rolling another

Shaking hands with the enemy holding a buzzer

You made a mistake like a hole in the rubber

I’m running up on your mansion like what’s happenin'?

It doesn’t matter cos you can’t prepare

I’m shaking the money trees on your garden bare

Rich banker types aren’t hard to scare

Not only do I rap but I can part the seas

Let me in the illuminati please

Don’t make me have to inject steds in my eye lids and fight pigs

That’s a hard look

Geeks say it’s dark but they would be wrong

This is a lovely song

Bitches can pluck their thong strings and sing-a-long to the chorus

All praise triangular shapes and the Eye of Horus

Hold on don’t let me do this

At best we’re clueless

Just accept these unelected rulers, forget

Cause you can’t buy food with respect

And stop assuming you’ll get anything

Just watch the next penny spin

With a petty grin so you can rub it in when you win

I’ve never been this well off or poor

If everything remains the same what’s it all for?

Just give it a reason I’m going in cause it’s freezing

And I’m not leaving

Until it’s time to go

So I can come back

Like 'don't call it a come back'

Ballin' I does that

I’m trying to do it all in a month flat

My cosign sheets (?) your winning

Here to the system

I’m controlling the world of religion

Preparing and dishing while burning the yism

I’m rolling up on your mansion like whats happening

Don’t make me have to inject steds in my eyes and fight pigs

Geeks say a star (?) book would be wrong

With a petty grin so you can rub rim when you win