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Fat Zoot & step in smelling brand new
Shit, he looking good there must be something in his shampoo
We ram a jam with just the family we brang through
Zoobies getting hoovered, I'm a damn dude
Can do attitude, you need it, I can get it got
I'm tryna make the bills & maybe visit the weathers hot
I used to keep the chizzel hidden in the pepper pot.
Tryna ride the turn until the treble drops, all in
All 10's from the judges
Breaking down the ounce so we tip the scales of justice
Peace to those who only say family when they mean it.
We toast to good times & Pop the champers with the cutless
Roughest with the pen stroke,
Zatoichi, See me Wield the Quill just like Katana blades.
Ronin, fly Masterless Samurai,
Not guilty with an alibi, balling on a bag of change.
Man size, belly bought & paid for.
Always on the humble til im walking through the stage door
Then it's on, better pray for rainfall.
Cos Stig Of The Dump becomes Atilla the Hun whenever i wage war
That raw to the core shit
Fuck these money rappers when my people can't afford shit
Kanye is an utter cunt, I swear to god their all shit,
It's like people are dumb & they just love em cos they talk quick
Shit Maybe i should slow it down.
Let em breath
As the record goes around
Give em time
To digest what i wrote about
Fuck it man it's Friday & i feel like i should go to town.
Blow them all to Kingdom Come, listen son i hold the crown
I'm Sid Vicious before overdosing on that Golden Brown
Focussed now, stomping over broken ground
All killer no filler, that's the shit we don't allow.

Absolute smashment from start to finnish
Flows show i'm the kid in charge but never disregard the lyrics
Largest artist targeting the gimmicks
I put my heart into the bars & then i sit & char the spinach
I'm free, I do what I want to
Press play, exhale, hit em with the one two.
Bong juice funky with the style I rock
Tight as whipping in mini, wheel spinning round writers block.
Fuck the cypher spot, call me when the mic is hot
The mad fly fat guy ya wife's piping off
Addictied to this shit i couldn't quit it if i tried to stop
Used to sleep rough, now i & think outside the box
This is just a little something free before my Vinyl drops
Been in it for a minute, & i'll kill it til the cycle stops
Middle finger to the pigs, see i don't like the cops
Total non compliance, dropping science like i'm Brian Cox
Metro ticket for the roach
It's like they judge an artist on who's giving it the most
I let em think they're winning til i pip em at the post
Listen bro, i kill em with pro's, silly i'm bringing a million different flows
But this is light work
It's automatic, I piss a fucking tight verse
Hold still, homie this might hurt.
Give em cold chills, i'm so ill with the Mic
Word to my compadres in the field, lets get it cracking
I heard rap is going out of fashion, fuck it let it happen
I really feel to put these diva's in their place
Maybe then we'll lose a bunch of leaches in the wake
I rep the down trodden & broke
Hustling dough to cover bills before copping a toke
Tryna hate the world a little less by the day
Hoping shit'll change but knowing that it probably won't

We sing the blues like balushi & ackroyd with the fruitiest pack choy
Booting while I’m tooting a fat joint
Shit is always long like tryna the cue for the cash point
Unless your looking beef you better move to the back boy
Oh my, oh my giddy gosh
It's like these people are just doing it to piss me off
I played the idiot from the beginning like i'm Iggy pop
But Stiggy's wasn't quit as fucking silly as you think he was
I kill a rhythm quick as minute stake
Flow king, i zone in when i'm piffing grade
Big spliff of haze, swigging sitting in the shade,
Fuck the wine your sipping bitch, im chilling where the shit is made
So keep your fucking pie hole shut
It's nothing but the truth whenever i roll up
Classic flow, yo i leave the mic cold crushed
Short of p believe but brother i go nuts
Been around the block & back, I knock em flat
I made myself a promise & i'm gonnna honour that, Holla back
Dropping facts, shits gone wrong you better watch your backs,
The Government are thieves & now police are popping gats
I swear I hear the woods calling
Running low & money's slow, fuck it putting it all in
My Team - All win.
I'm local wor kid i keep in Colder than a north wind
I'm seein superstitions tears the world to bits
& lately money really seems to defines what a person is,
i swear to..... Nah, thats some perverted shit.
Streets have got me nervous, kids are tryna act like murderers.
So I burn enough weed to start a germ war
Let the pen bleed on the page & watch the words form.
Dirt poor, still over ya head like the first floor.
Cos cash can't buy the kinda of peace I'm tryna work for

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from Free Sh​!​t​.​.​.​.​.​. [FREE D​/​L], track released April 11, 2015
Written by Stig Of The Dump
Vocals recorded, mixed & mastered by Sumgii.
Original Instrumental: Ghostface Killah - Run.

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