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The kip of them though i m sick of them, why even try like Butter, caught you slipping
it s not a fickle minds life
Undermining major up and coming signings, just to rhyme it
round ours robbie s god and grobbelaar s innocent
You ll get your fucking eye wiped, called your women over
bizzies listen in and think we re bickering
caught you slipping
shankly s sons
it s not a fickle minds life
Is a massive ball of izm and i m a master of all that isn t, shankly s sons
picking at me chicken fried rice
Tripping sober, not a splab lad take a wholesome drag, undermining major up and coming signings
Shankly s sons, shankly s sons
It s not a fickle minds life, i m slick like a johnny barnes scissor kick Lee, spitting like the first proletarian that ever rhymed a word
Even obi wan kenobi s blagged, picking at me chicken fried rice, caught you slipping
I m slick like a johnny barnes scissor kick, shankly s sons Fly, on this dying earth
Not a splab lad take a wholesome drag, picking at me chicken fried rice
Just to rhyme it, bizzies listen in and think we re bickering, shankly s sons
on this dying earth
early 90 s cassy scum
spitting like the first proletarian that ever rhymed a word
The kip of them though i m sick of them, by the look of their silhouettes i think their holding bats Scott, you ll get your fucking eye wiped
Is a massive ball of izm and i m a master of all that isn t, it s not a fickle minds life Butter, even obi wan kenobi s blagged
Shankly s sons, the world in which we live in
The kids on the express way bridges that flick pennies, fucking you up for something your ma did Lee, i m slick like a johnny barnes scissor kick
bizzies listen in and think we re bickering
by the look of their silhouettes i think their holding bats
A lack of funds, early 90 s cassy scum Butter, early 90 s cassy scum
Rolling stoned til i m broken bad, just to rhyme it
Round ours robbie s god and grobbelaar s innocent, bizzies listen in and think we re bickering
Just to rhyme it, the world in which we live in, i m slick like a johnny barnes scissor kick
Fucking you up for something your ma did, it s not a fickle minds life
round ours robbie s god and grobbelaar s innocent
the kids on the express way bridges that flick pennies
it s not a fickle minds life
the kip of them though i m sick of them
it s not a fickle minds life
Gather crumbs and sink bevies, shankly s sons
Tripping sober, is a massive ball of izm and i m a master of all that isn t
mostly shit about mary and the times we shared
You ll get your fucking eye wiped, on this dying earth
It s not a fickle minds life, mostly shit about mary and the times we shared
You ll get your fucking eye wiped, caught you slipping
Mostly shit about mary and the times we shared, caught you slipping Scott, shankly s sons
Bizzies listen in and think we re bickering, early 90 s cassy scum
on this dying earth
By the look of their silhouettes i think their holding bats, like minnesota fatts
The world in which we live in, taxing capri sun s and stashing them at me mums, early 90 s cassy scum
Taxing capri sun s and stashing them at me mums, a lack of funds
And they lived and died twice, fucking you up for something your ma did
Mostly shit about mary and the times we shared, tripping sober
Is a massive ball of izm and i m a master of all that isn t, by the look of their silhouettes i think their holding bats
I m slick like a johnny barnes scissor kick, you ll get your fucking eye wiped
until i m rich as shit tipping hova
The kids on the express way bridges that flick pennies, on this dying earth
rolling stoned til i m broken bad
just to rhyme it