Lyrics Mask - Jam Baxter, Rag'n'Bone Man, OG Rootz

Mask

Who’s that?
That’s him
He’s the one with the skin so shimmery
He’s the one with the smile that’ll turn your brand new plants into old Ming
Dynasty
Golden touch
Be there when I show no luck
He didn’t want to put that work in that right there that shows no guts
You don’t wanna skip that queue
You don’t wanna rush that brew
You don’t wanna tell no one that they’re thinking of you with their speakers too
You just wanna be that guy
Live that life
Hit that yatti
Lay that pipe
Put that cash in your hand
Draw that line in the sand
Leave your hive
I never said you paid but you ain’t posing
I look down your nose same one that you poke coke in
Say five then keep stoking
My donny, that’s a weak slogan
That boy there keep toking
That boy there they can’t test and I done told them
How much did you pay for the pumped up chest and the big bag of shoulder chips?
You could rock a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit
Old and shit
We all getting ownership
You can wear a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit
Skin cells flaking off
On the streets you leave your slug trail across
His fists were faded
Pixelated
The 16-bit scene face the boss
Another day another bean to squash, under foot
Take your loss
Wolf it down
Scrape your trough
The spice might melt your faces off
Shit (shit)
You just want to fill that baggage shop
You just want to make your mark like a drunk old man going wild with a cattle
prod
Looks like cunts came back and stopped
Send straight from the planet woof
You turned up sporting the eyes of a rabid dog
And I ain’t seen a man dribble as much in my life but with drip after drip
we’ll me flooding the night
And now everyone’s paddling dreaming and shanking their bretherns and licking
the blood from the knife
And this city will flatten your skull in a vice
And then sell you your brain back for double the price
But killing it dead is becoming a habit of mine you can spare me your fucking
advice
How much did you pay for the pumped up chest and the big bag of shoulder chips?
You could rock a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit
Old and shit
We getting ownership
You can wear a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit
Dirty goods, good looking
I’m about what’s cooking
Who stole your bookings?
Who gave them rookies there a whooping
I went handed them a hookup
Pirates get your face juk up
F the position you’ve took up
You’re gonna look up
'Cause I’m so, I’m so, I’m so gully
I’m like, I’m like show me the money
You don’t you don’t wanna know me sonny
(You don’t wanna know me sonny)
But your going to like when you’ve got flow
And when your live and miming at your own show
Brother, was it all over though?
That wackness is a no bro
Don’t be a hoe just come and hold a seat front row
You don' know I’mma let my ting go
16 in the clip holding them out
One of them shots might hit you
I don’t care though, you know what I’m about fool
Shout out to the old school I’m internationally known but move local
Like oval out on these road calls slapping emcees with these vocals
Should’ve just gone KFC