TWOTHOUSANDAND5 - Lee Scott

Coming straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap

Face down under the trap, should of stayed down

In a bit kidda, skip the hugs and thanks

Whole family scouse but I’ve got love for the Mancs

I’m just a scruffy Sunny Runny cat so

To a scouser I’m a wooly back though

I passed go too fast to catch the cash

Now I’m sitting on a mountain of ciggy stubbs, tapping ash

Corned beef hash Rushy tash pushing passed

Reminscing like;

«fuck the past!»

Just a bored kid kicking a can that grew into a man

That has trouble trying to stick to the plan

Cause I’m too busy chipping a gram and not giving a damn

And wondering how many pigs you can fit in a van

Don’t trust it if it isn’t a scam I walked out the house amped

And told the happy children to scram

Might be big in Japan, who knows?

Bitter like a blue nose

Cause I can’t buy new clothes with kudos

You can try though

Philosophical conscious rap for your mind, hoe!

Everybody wants a piece of the pie but

Their too content sippin' two percent, chillin'

Unwillin' to walk up to the window sill an' take a slice

Don’t do it, pay the price

Spent the whole week, next to no sleep

I went to splash some cold water on me face but now I’m getting cold feet

Regretful as I’m turning the tap

This is fuzzy telly, metal hanger aerial rap

Where nothing’s what it seems to be

I have yet to make sense of a single manic episode and I’m on season 3

I’m not sure if I agree with me, have you no decency

Grimy when I don’t even mean to be

Tweedle Dumb choked Tweedle Dee to death

For a pack of cigarettes some gum and a change of scenery

This year was one big blur

I’m wonderin if this lump in me mouth has always bin there

Giro in me hand in the post office queue while ye kids stare

Owe me soul to the dole

The boiler broke months ago so I’m puffing dro in the cold

You can see your breath in the flat

I’m freezing, even though me skins burning from an eczema attack

You can only sigh

Having dealers off and getting high on me own supply (2005)

Everybody wants a piece of the pie but

Their too content sippin' two percent, chillin'

Unwillin' to walk up to the window sill an' take a slice

Don’t do it, pay the price