Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Agitated, artist - Dirty Dike. Date of issue: 27.03.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Agitated |
| Age nought, I was born straight to the stage floor |
| My mom’s mates with a audience I played for |
| Age four when my dad went to prison |
| I was mad but untill he came back I didn’t miss him |
| Age seven when I opened that front door |
| And made heaven from the parent that I just saw |
| And mom thought it was better if she let him in |
| It gave me the biggest lesson that I ever lived |
| Developing age eight I was left sad |
| I made mates and was graced with a step dad |
| Twelve years I was already smoking weed |
| And felt fear plus the law was a joke to me |
| So graffiti absorbed my attention |
| I thought I could mess and distort my reflection |
| Walked the direction of war and rejection |
| I scrawled on the desk on report in detention |
| One four I was thinking school, what for |
| Man I got thoughts plus i could sit about and shot draw |
| so I bunked of done a lot of graff in enough spots |
| Fuck cops dust off my cash for the skunk crops |
| It was just a way of life with the mates of mine |
| Standing in the face of fights and the baitest crimes |
| I always wondered what my life would be worth |
| Now I strive with the perks that my life should deserve |
| So fuck having a job and fuck ladies |
| I’m just grabbing my knob enough lately |
| A cunt gambling what you just gave me |
| Trust you? |
| Maybe, Fuck you pay me |
| 2 Skuff: |
| When I was born I never did cry I think I might have yawned |
| Bright eyes shining wide at all the sights before |
| By the time they cut the chord I was a handful |
| And as soon as I could walk I was a vandal |
| I hit the ground running and by the time I was eight or nine |
| I spend my play time stepping through my state of mind |
| I was a strange brainy child but a thoughtless kid |
| Me and my mates were naughty shits some teachers thought us thick |
| The first time the mic was held I was age twelve |
| I swear to god I raised hell plus the angels fell |
| I slay brain cells, with weed in my teenage life |
| Was like a curriculum trying to slay our creative drive |
| But I refuse to lose, cartoons and ill tunes |
| And garms is all I wanted, that’s all I did and still do |
| I learned a thing or two and got a few to learn |
| And the rent that i earn son I might just deserve |
| So fuck crashing in squats, I’m up daily |
| Not having a job is just lazy |
| Skuff man will not give up quickly |
| Trust you? |
| Bitch please, fuck you tick me |