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Rags to Riches
Fliptrix
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Mr Bugg
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Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust
And when you're up, it's never as good as it seems
And when you're down, you never think you're gonna be up again
But life goes on, remember that
Yo, I spit dirt and lick curbs
Conversing with my mix turbs
I sleep in pissed up lifts and blaze a spliff up with a thick bird
With ripped shirts, my ribs hurt
Lips depict the picture, slick as scriptures
Sticky fingers lifting bags of chicken twisters
Living is my only business
Out there when I'm busting shots
Plotting in my cardboard box
Only place that's safest are my ball-bags from my Harvard rocks
My target mark is hardest but I'm darkest when I rob the shop
Day to night, I nick the bike
Flip the locks, cycle round, collect the rocks I picked up off
Then pace round and take the shots
Then you know I chase the dragon, blaze the eighths
Been slays with aces, far from precious
Smelling daisies, crazy lately
Dating ladies, mainly mangy
Hate me cause I scaped them
But you know I fucking made their babies
Blazing on a daily basis
Counting down the days till I collect my job seekers allowance
Power comes down from the dousy cowards that doubt us
I represent the down and outers
Lager lout and shouting powders
Scouting round the town with pounds
I found down by the bouncer's trousers
Yeah, they caught me jacking, begging for a weapon
Step directions, let me test the pressures
Slice the pain, I'm blessed in heaven
Sins I've seen seven but you know I've been in eleven
Check me at the 7/11 at ten to seven and I'm repping the weapon
Blud, I'll deck your head and take your stock
Bruv, they're getting rocked, spray tark then I'm billing it
What bills? Still chilling like a grim in the villages
Milling, dodgy deals are getting ill, bruv, it's really sick
Kids busting gunshots just like they're Billy the Kid
I mean it's silly but that's the way it really is
Sleep in the alley, get beats from a scallywag
Left all bloody, cuz, just like a fanny bag
You're feeling like a dickhead, like the victim of a happy slap
My eyes carry bags like I'm grime with no pusher
Pam, keep stush when we ramp at
They glad rags on Mad Max
You'll run when you see us come
With fucked lungs that cough blood
Earthquakes rumble like my tum-tum with no grub
Fliptrix, Mr Bug, come then we wreck sets
Cause on this track, I'm the tramp and I'm the blessed head
Pissed with a bottle of rum, about to neck it
I'm off to the bank with some dough, about to check it
Fliptrix, Mr Bug, come then we wreck sets
Cause on this track, I'm the tramp and I'm the blessed head
Pissed with a bottle of rum, about to neck it
I'm off to the bank with some dough, about to check it
Everybody has to pay taxes
Even business that rob and steal and cheat from people everyday
Even they have to pay taxes
I'm proper plus, straight cut, never bust
Always on the straight-up
Listen, bruv, when push come to shove
And the shove turns to take
Make the tape for the sakes
And the snakes get raped for the papes
Plus I operate late
I'm upper-class, stone-crushed
The purple haze, grey glaze in my gaze
Never dancing Mary J. since my hey-day
Working nine to five with the dirty-faced day slaves
On a day wage then get booksed on their pay day
Look, man, I don't play fair
So just pray for your fair share, yeah
I walk among the dirty dirty
Foot muddle the marga looking crooks
Only chirpy when they're looking for a purse to get juxed
So they're busting sly looks round the corner for the baller
Rule out the rowdy cunt, lager lout
Curb to curb, stunt, rouse
Shatter butters, last brown dying out, wiling out
(Blood, you've earned a fag, I'm out now)
Nah, bruv, get a packet from the shop
And a job while you're at it
Unless you want a fat lip from a slap dash back fist
Plus address me as Mr
Mr Bug, bitch
I'm the bredder who kick with the shine on his shoes
So you see a butters image as I stamp on you
You're florid, a butt-kissing crack addict
On a haggle with a habit of dabbling with the White Rabbit
Rabble, you fucking maggot
(Come on, let's have it)
What? You'll get battered
You can't even stand
You drunk up, crunked up, lungs, bungs, monged out
Hand-me-down thug
Who steals from his mum while his mum's at the pub
Man, you're just a drug fiend
High steam, loose streams, scheme to get rich quick
Off the offie, state your lick
Know your place, prick
Fliptrix, Mr Bug, come then we wreck sets
Cause on this track, I'm the tramp and I'm the blessed head
Pissed with a bottle of rum, about to neck it
I'm off to the bank with some dough, about to check it
Fliptrix, Mr Bug, come then we wreck sets
Cause on this track, I'm the tramp and I'm the blessed head
Pissed with a bottle of rum, about to neck it
I'm off to the bank with some dough, about to check it
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