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slowthai

The Bottom

 

The Bottom


[Kwes Darko:]
Well UK culture like
Usually is, very centered towards, um, London
Like that's where like UK culture presumably is
From the outside world like people who are not in the UK
But really in UK, Birmingham like they got they own culture
Manchester's got they own culture
Like Nottingham got its own culture
And even Liverpool got they own culture
And obviously Northampton as well
And the maddest thing about all those places
Is like, there's one thing that they all have in common
And that's that there's a bottom of the power
And the bottom of the power is real gritty, you hear me?
Doesn't matter where you coming from cause
All around the world there's a ghetto
All around the world there's a slum
All around the world there's a hood, somewhere
All around the world there's always a bottom

[slowthai:]
Grease
Vybz Kartel man are bleached
Come through the fog like steez
Upon horseback manna breeze
Water it down like Evian
Think that Tyron's naive
Pitchforks and keys
Telling me farmers ain't got dreams? (farmer's are coming)
Grease
Vybz Kartel man are bleached
Come through the fog like steez
Upon horseback manna breeze
Water it down like Evian
Think that Tyron's naive
Pitchforks and keys
Telling me farmers ain't got dreams?

Tyron's too crooked
Tackle the scene two footed
Pose for a scene but factually speaking
Them man are leeches
Them man are just pussies
Trap for a weekend when they ain't eating
Run to their Mummys
Northants ain't got the twang like Brummys
More time I can't confined
Cause problems
No father figure, but my mum was watching
Bamboo, grew up too fast, no confidence
Butterfly stomach, didn't have no options
Drugs or a job and the job got lost quick
Ignorant obvious, mans obnoxious
Voice in my head:
"Don't go to the doctors
Go to the pub
Brandy and a Fosters"
Bottom of the barrel, Bubbling like hops does

[Kwes Darko:]
There's a bottom of the pile
And the bottom of the pile is real gritty, you hear me?
The majority are at the bottom
That's the realest thing
So it's like, doesn't matter where you coming from cause
All around the world there's a ghetto
All around the world there's a slum
All around the world there's a hood somewhere
All around the world there's always the bottom

[slowthai:]
Electric gone, that's calm though
Hearts too black like charcoal
Man have been moving cargo
End this scene like Fargo
Take off your chin like Bravo
Man shout gang like Kartel
Then get prang like heart felt
Then run off like: "ahh well"
Get beat up then they all talk
Fist fighting well it's just sport
Wait till the balls in my court my brudda
I just want a house and a Porsche for my mudda
Gates to the grounds, Fountain with a giraffe
Black diamonds Granite floor for the car park
Buttler's, milk and a Mars bar
First class well, thais class harder
Jealousy doing better then my father
What ya saying, what you're saying means nada
Circumstances I know my actions
I've been attracted, chasing mansions
Charlie Manson, voice of a leader
You hate life, I don't like it either
Sit in the pub Like a geezer
I can't smile like Lisa
Can't remember, don't smoke Amnesia
Every day I put more money in the metre
Gassed everyday I put more in than a litre
Mad what we'll pay, no space for a breather
419 transfers with Enoch
Workouts, yeah I had scuffs on my Reeboks
Pick my feet up, Used to get beat up
Now I walk in New York and my feet up
Put T in a Tea Cup
I'm not a mug you can dip Rich Tea on
Speak when spoken mum said be gone
Wanna be bigger than The Beatles
Look through the key hole for that kilo
I ain't got kids I gotta feed though
I'm just a monkey sitting in a tree bro
Spend a monkey, monkey not me though
Said I'm gassed up like Stev-O
We clash, villain and a hero
Sometimes I can't look past my ego
Tell me what I need cause I need yours
Tell me what you see cause I see flaws
Tell me what to eat cause I eat yours
Tell me how to be me more
Like gorge, cause I'm so gorgeous
Bored boredom, getting Moreish
Toothache I'll take it out
I don't go to the dentist
Cause I'm poor blood

[Kwes Darko:]
Doesn't matter where you're coming from
Right that culture, there's gonna be a twist in that culture
There's gonna be a difference and then be a different personality from that comes from that culture
And Thai's personality comes from the grittiness of Northamphton
How he grew up, where he grew up
But it also transcends worldwide cause
All around the world there's a ghetto
All around the world there's a slum
All around the world there's a hood somewhere
All around the world there's always the bottom
Like the bottom, the bottom of the pile you get me
Like the people who are in the dirt, for real

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