Lyrics Little Mr. Grin and Bare - Dirty Dike

Little Mr. Grin and Bare

Yaow, Yo
So I was living there
Sitting in a prison scared
Giving it the villain like I’m bigger than the kicks I wear
I’m in the system like a criminal that didn’t care
Ignorance is bliss but I’m still a little bit aware
Little Mr. Grin and Bare
Riding the carousel
Lie on my back and smell life from this padded cell
I seen inmates singing when they get beef
Literally depressed, seen 'em swinging from a bed-sheet
I seen a victim get his head beat, uh
But I’ve never been impressed or seen a need to respect beef
Respect people
People respect me
Vision of the sequel connects when I get free
Living in the belly of the beast like Pinocchio
Swimming in the telly, never peace when I overdose
Smash that
All you judge and jury get a slap back
Standing in a cage celebrating like Mad Max
2000 and life’s like a right hook
Eyes in my rhyme book are crying that I write
And I might look a sight, look at my crooked eyes
Bright white as the prison gate slides to the side
I, stand on rap in this land of crap
It’s like life got bad when I’m bouncing back
Bad as an aggy addict with an ounce of crack
A smack habit in a panic in his council flat
Amount to that
Never, I’ll be shouting facts
In a mac where the bad weather’s drowning rats
And?
rowdy slags are ragged and are louder shags
For getting pissed in a park spitting mouth attacks
I’m as big as a shark in this sea of the nothingness
CP SMB you can’t fuck with this
Puffing spliffs so high like you’re up in lifts
Rubbish tip kids crushing mics with our fucking lips
I credit life like my lust is a horoscope
I never died I’m just fucked in this horror show, (save me!)
Fighting off the devil with a crowbar
Peddling my wares like the devil is my own heart
Never getting scared, rob a challenger with no mask
So dark I left you battered with your own bars
My word skill’s more ragged than my clothes are
No chance of missing, my raps are like blow darts
So show heart if your family’s true
And don’t part with your man for the slag in the crew
No father has planned what I happen to do
My own art is a passion that I actually prove
And while you flappin' like a bat in the zoo
I’ll be sat back packaging my hash in a zoot
I’m a rap cat scavenging for salmon to chew
In a land full of mucus and planet abuse