Lyrics Posse Gang Eight Million - Dirty Dike, Ocean Wisdom, Jam Baxter

Posse Gang Eight Million

I was meant for something bright, somewhere in my light I’m flashing like the
Paparazzi
Instead I’m in the cemetery full of souls gathered from these crashing Kamikazes
Break it down for any man who want it, any category, shit is catastrophic
Try’na be a man of honour but this savage army got me cleaning out our morals
Brother you can get ya balance borrowed for a second
You can fall asleep for 40 fucking seconds
You can all repeat what everyone has said but I don’t give a fuck’s the answer
to your question
This is tales of a weapon unknown
Which way will the flux capacitor take us?
Far away from the present, I hope
I gotta save my little girl these manors are dangerous
I just don’t give a fuck what a rappers gotta say
(Don't Care)
Mate, Reem’s the future
Put it to your task force, evolution
Meet’s a vortex from the dark deep Bermuda
I’m a real threat to this harsh piece of music, don’t test me
I just wanna slap MC’s, don’t tempt me
I been around shitty man seen in documentaries
Task force 'til the sharp clothes come get me (HUH!)
I hate starting a rap
So many man wanna start when I rap
Grass in a bag, that’s gardener swag
Get sparked in the 'nads if you ask for a drag
Look
A brudda gave me a call tonight
He said he’s got food so he’s ballin' right?
I thought of something funny on his wall to write
I said «calm down blud you ain’t Walter White»
I mean round here fam, it’s all wall to wall
So tuck it in your jeans, bring a tool to school
If you do it fast enough then your balls’ll fall
That’s actually one of the main rules to ball
Man wanna act fully gassed when he meets me
Then ring back like it’s all cool to call
Nah, your place ain’t even a port I call
If I was locked outta mine with a stool to fall
(Nah)
Sooner catch Wizzy shittin' in the street
Bit of veggie, little bit of meat
Little bit of sweetcorn, little bit of weed
Little bit of bars and a bigger bit of greed
Oi but the Asians like raisins
The Blacks clap crap
The Whites spike Sprite
Just cah it rhymes don’t make it right
Just cah it’s rap don’t make it a fact
Return of the Twat, and he came with a pack
Still gonna rap, still gonna trap
Still gonna back what I said when I spat
Still bad to the bone, still agg in my flat
Still sits blacked out in a room blacked out try’na nap
But I don’t give a shit if you lift weights everyday ripped and your chicks
best mates with a gat
Coz I’m still gonna come to house with a bag full of shit
And a match, that’s doorstep swaggin'
I don’t give a shit I’m on your porch just braggin'
Bout how your house gonna get torched and shite
Look I’m still gonna act all rash
Still gonna scratch my 'nads
Still gonna blag my swag
Still gonna stash my cash
Still gonna chat my fraff like normal
When I lived in the background, spaced
Sat down spack with a sad clown face
And my mates all trapped in a bag down state (Sniff)
Mouth taste like a sack full of hate
Brains all mashed like a bag of potates
Sound clash?
Maybe I slapped sounds face
And escape crash land on a maxed out base
I’m a wasteman, fact
Well, that’s what they say
But I smash more tunes than you
Stuck to the game like super glue
Fuck rearranging a Rubik’s cube
I stay true
Pick a place and the music proves that I’m
Hardworking, grafting, dedicated
Make beats and I never take shit
Make peace with the enemy, I’ll fuck them in the arse
When they least expect me to struggle with the past
Bang bang boogie said up jump the fat plam
Had fans pushing up, bum rush the Jam
Crash land cushion enough fun to have
So I couldn’t give a fuck about a sad old slag
(Hahaha)
I just wanna sit here chilling
Couldn’t give a piss about your kids or women
This is jigsaw Britain we live in and I don’t fit in like
How they gonna kill him when he shitting on the riddim?
(Hahahaha)
Mate I’m just taking the piss
Break In the crib and I’m taking the kids
I don’t give a shit if you lift weights everyday ripped and your chicks best
mates with a pig
I’m still gonna smash shit right up (ooff)
Still gonna gag lines up with a snorkel
Still gonna cash in a pool
And watch porn films on pills like normal (Normal!)
How you ever gonna test me fool?
Ring up the pigs and arrest me?
Cool (Cool)
Ride the bird and one hand on my toilet seat and get out with a sentence small
(Ha!)
Pissing in the wind like soaking
Shut up bitch I’m joking
When I’m on a track I just say what I want
Cause I ain’t all prang, I’m open
I let it all from my being
Ain’t nothing real in the room you’re seeing
I punctured an eyelid and out flew a city full of vagrants and half of my brain
cells fleeing
And Death’s passed out in a hallway
So he ain’t gonna trouble us yet
For now I’m un-killable, linger at the bar
3 shots in my left hand running up debts
I was raised on skunk and cider on tap
And debit cards steep and triangular raps
And girls clinging tight to their best friends hair while they puke in the
corner of the warehouse mats
Creeping around in industrial estates
We’re still following that rumbling bass
Some girl all gurned up munched in the face
Hands glued to the rig brainwashed to a paste
At midnight, the walls all parted
Unveiling the rest of the carnage
Kids getting drunk as a live in the house
And the child sells guts in small wicker baskets
And birds corks with two tenners rammed in his nostrils and carnival stalls on
his tongue
There’s a fountain of honey bees poured from his lungs
Must be Friday, born to succumb
I felt the boredom back then through skin
Stepped out, carved him out a new grin
Bright face marching along these streets
And these bug like glassy eyes are glued in
Looks like the spiders grew wings
Take to the sky, saving extravagance
He got the beak out, ten pound a point
So I stepped out the joint with a new found arrogance
I was adamant that nothing ever does it like a bucket of illuminous Sambuca to
the gullet
Desert dog bursts from the veins of the city, there’s an Angel in a silver suit
shimmering above it
Two tabs for the deep vibration
Draw from the Martel, sweet hydration
Pitched up streets of a streamlined Satan
Screaming out fuck the police, I hate them
Dressed in a sheet with her neon pink eyes
Skin so pale you can see her insides
The inner workings, her little heart burning
And the fumes in her lungs I can see them intwined
Snake on the spine
Hosing the floor spew fresh blood magma and holding a cure
And the waves never crash, ride that mash and a crowd of lightweights convulse
on the shore
If your bird asks, I’m in first class
If not, fuck her, bare back
Have her foaming at the mouth like nerve gas
Cause I’m ice cold when I burn cash
If you’re not me shut the fuck up like Donny
Birds say I’m pretty fly for a white Pommie
I’m your new idol Lee
I can do whatever you do idly
Been around the world and aye, aye
I only took two steps
Come through fresh like a young Hugh Heff
What in the F-UCK will he get up to next?
Call me your highness
Don’t mistake my ignorance for shyness
My clique are in the club, pillaging like pirates
You go home alone, we go home with bitches
Ride the dick for so long, they get motion sickness
How you gonna tell me that that’s not Dedication?
If the drugs don’t work you’re on the wrong medication
Catch me walking by
Get your hands up, like you’re try’na catch the falling sky
Gimme the cash, fast, I don’t Like fussin'
Thug tears splash into an almond milk white Russian
For all the evil that we done done
I keep on praying 'til it’s undone
With an ice old Innis & Gunn Rum
And a case of numb gum
Dumb Son
Yeah…
Seasoned vet
Wouldn’t start counting your P’s just yet
My back catalogue, got a lot of gold In
Guaranteed, leave a lot of these upset
MC’s chat a lot of P’s on the Set
Structure is poor and that’s why they get the (Clock Clock Clock)
McFly to the head them bussed through the floor
'til you fucks couldn’t even figure out whidda woulda what whidda what’s what
anymore
Exactly the point I’m making
Write words, within the wrong spacing
While you standing there contemplating
This game’s yours for the taking
I don’t want a part in it if it’s not straight from the heart
No faking
Don’t start flaking
(Bitch) go get naked
Your first time wet
The future is set
This is something that you will respect
If not right now then sooner or later
But keep this tune on the deck
They put it back so many times them’ll never get bored of the shit
Recorded a solid gold audio clip for the fuck of It
Now I got 'em all on my dick (Ahhhhh)
And I’m more than awake
The sound is the bassist, fall and shake
Ever since I learned to talk on the tape
I been caught in a landscape sporting a cape and a sword for the deathmatch
Coming to you live from the wet patch
Then you get stripped like a leg wax (no shit)
When I’m sticking my dick in your girls neck back
None of you been giving a reason to take easy so I’m squeezing what I got on
your face and then bussin' out
See the way they scour the place then cuss 'em out
Leaving nothing but a soury taste in your butters mouth
It’s the guy disgraced if he stuck it out
How I got 'em on the regular beggin' to cut it out
Level up, brother you know I don’t fuck about
When you see him, remember to tell him you shut it down