Show Off
(专辑: Black 'N Red - 2015)
Yo Bru-c Show off One take Yeah See you could be in the
wrong place at the
wrong time And get your throat slit with a
long knife Its a
crazy world full up of gob shites and wrong rights Seems like a
long life Trapped inside my mortal frame Wondering if when my bodies rotting will my thoughts remain But who cares? Grab your toast and teeth, throw on your best shirt Step into your 9 5
so you can get your rents worth Paint the
streets brown and white so you can get that fresh Merc But is the
money worth ruling your whole like if you get merked They say life's a
bitch so it will get chirps Approach it with a
cheeky smile some, flowers and a
fresh shirt Convinced that you're the
man about the
land and you'll impress her If you really believe in what you preach then you will get hurt Not tryna live my life asking myself why I
didn't go for it Would you rather be working for the
business or be owning it? Feels like its about time I
started focusing been here 23 years Feels like I
ain't got shit to show for it, except Tie dies, a
wild mind and some fresh kicks Most days seem to be dead shit Can't seem to capture the
best bit Say usually on the
depressed tip Feel like I
deserve more I'm tryna elevate the
lift stuck on the
first floor Of this, six billion story tower of life Where some will, rise to the
top And some will cower and die Walk in the
footsteps of the
devil Or in the
shadow of Christ Or make your, own path to follow and allow all the
hype Power of mind is essential Express my thoughts on instrumentals Stabbing through my own heart with a
pencil The
beat matches the
blood pulse in my temple We go together like cats drinking kestrel Like bad teeth to a
dental practice Ahead of rapping I'm levels passing Try and test my language Your getting flattened like you stepped in traffic Still I
came off the
beef like leather jackets 'Nuff man got a
chip upon the
shoulder but they never back it Heh, it's that boy from the
little town Man used to take me for a
clown but they listen now I'm gonna bring it to the
boil while you simmer down Catch me in the
studio developing a
bigger sound Chilling with the
clouds I'm gradually lifting I've been grafting and spitting No relaxing or chilling And if they say that sleep is the
cousin of death Being alive must be the
cousin of actually living Fam, it's madness in Britain They push web pages to our eyes And now the
media is making the
divide And there's invisible planes leaving trails in the
sky And where the
homeless take shelter they Replace the
floor with spikes What the
fuck's the
world coming to? Blatantly a
mockery 2015, still over half the
world's in poverty And the
only thing that people prey for, is the
lottery Imagine spending that cash on building something quality And at school they try and treat you like a
div They only teach you how to work Nah they don't teach you how to live They don't teach you no respect And they don't teach you how to give They teach you how to get a
job become a
slave And then they kick you out Leaving misbehavior's and slower students to live and die Get a
job, hit the
catch Sell a
[?], Flip a
[?] Work a
job you fucking hate or end up feeling prison bound Shit, the
way were forced to live has got me feeling down But still I
do what I
gotta do Gotta live my life to the
fullest Imma pop the
roof There's no hope, I
don't vote, and I
don't watch the
news Even if I
tried to make a
difference it would not improve How selfish is that I
see my ignorance as bliss Don't get it twisted I'm a
hypocrite not an idiot A
hypocrite, all alone with my views Looking, or the
mother fucker that moans Still I
do nothing That nice yeah?