For my people in the front, in the nose bleed section, This is for the heads thats loving the mix, My people in the front all covered in spit, Batters in the box, Suffa's to pitch Hilltop hoods all up in this bitch and we the funk leaders, punks you can't beat us we bump the pump meters,we drunk you chumps need us So jump with us, down the front if its, if its your flavour, come get drunk with us
This life turned out nothing like I had planned, Why not? By now I should have had some land, Some money in my hand, round about fifty grand, But I got nothing, nothing, I write rhymes on the bus, I keep suffering, suffering, fuck the lines in the dust you keep sniffing, That shit is for the punk hoes, that shit is for my bros, my people in the front row
I looked around, the faces I know, I fell in love with the people in the front row I looked around, the faces I know, I fell in love with the people in the front row
Check it out I got hip-hop taste buds, Wanna hear that bass when I make love, Wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up, write rhymes to get me through a break up….BITCH
rough like whisky, straight, No chaser, went through 50 breaks, no flavour Till I found this one and made the, Bass hook with the drum, my saviour, This is the come back, tounge dat Sharp like a thumb tak, its so tight james is saying, 'give my funk back, one track, 8 track, a-dat, residual, noise, man fuck that we clean with the digital, Toys im the apache, you're failing to match me Throw your hands in the air like u hailing a taxi “taxi' And move to the funk flow, you stepping are you drunk bro? This is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row
I looked around, the faces I know, I fell in love with the people in the front row I looked around, the faces I know, I fell in love with the people in the front row
People don't complain if suffa's in here, and you're in the front row all covered in beer and the club owners don't say the place is wrecked its your fault, if the roof is on fire, its an electric fault man I bet you all bolt, when I bring it live, like Friday night footy in my hoodie can hide i, I get live on the brakes son, like place one, Lads if you're heading to the bar, grab your mates one, Ladies come chill, come rock with me honey, I got like half a mill in monopoly money, theres no stopping me honey, so you can take my hand We can lay on the beach and count grains of sand, and take a plane to Japan and drink saki with the mafia, Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Gadaffia Dinner date followed by a funk show Well rip off our tops and jump around in the front row
I looked around, the faces I know, I fell in love with the people in the front row I looked around, the faces I know, I fell in love with the people in the front row
Put me here, and im all yours, its not for the money and its not for the applause, no
it's the nosebleed section
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