At The Back Of The Line (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(álbum: Cyberspace And Reds - 2011)

Look, I don't watch what they do
I make moves with no time to take two
No crazy radio won't play you
And no recognition means they don't pay you

So I suppose I gotta make room
Create my own name
And get played soon
Stay true
And if I don't break through
I'll still be on the beats like mikes own label

Yeah I've been around for time
I've put work in
Nobody can doubt my grindings worth it
Am about to shine
'Cause my life's getting high
I'm certain 'cause I'm down to fight
For what's mine
Like pray like a thousand times

I sat to the fact I'm nice is the amount of run
And still a pound of rhymes
Allow the hype from my finger trap
When you hear this what you bet
I'll do it 'til my lungs collapse
And my body will understand

I'm done hustling for crumbs and scraps
Mine brought up in the back like hands in the air
Like a thunderclap
Before I start lifting man off their feet like a jumping jack
And that's that
'Til the funds are stacked
'Til I'm sat chilling back
In a comfy flat
Somewhere my son can just relax

I won't stop 'til I've got enough for that
This is my takeover
Give me an inch I might take over
Go ask tinchy stryder for half of the names and the game stay over

They got me standing at the back of the line
Waiting for my moment to shine
Trying to stop me from breaking through
But I'm making moves
Don't ask me why

You're on your way in I'm on my way out
I'll do a run over the gate and shout
This is the very end of me rapping
I spent the last ten milly very happy
But I'm too old now to be truthful
I peaked in 2002
So I guess I can still speak truth
There's no room for my rueful horse shit
I'm forcing myself to quit
My advice to you is do get brown rice and try and be true
Off the line all the life's a mice
Play not the short game
Sit it for long and like Sinatra said to Bennet
Just never sing a shitty song