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Piff Rhys Jones

by Stig Of The Dump

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I stay fly like a sleazy jet budget to Europe Flight been delayed but I’m high so it’s all good Pure drugs straight to face no cigarette Sticky Green leaves no lettuce, no vinigrette Cranberry Finlandia, 2 cubes of ice in a crystal cut tumbler Chesterfield sofa type swagger I’m a boss This is my office boy you can see yaself out of it There’s no room for the counterfeit You could get lucky my guy but don’t count on it We can all see I love a bit of scran But I’m tryna lose timber so I’m eating what I can Fresh juice daily baby I’m a be skinny fuck In no time & if not it’s all good I feel live I went & brought it back to real life Aint smoked a damn thing yet today but I’m still high Hook: High, Nice to meet ya Life’s a movie so I’m tryna write my feature Peace to Sublimilimmylimey for the sound track Textoffenders what you know about that High, Nice to meet ya Life’s a movie so I’m tryna write my feature Peace to Sublimilimmylimey for the sound track Live Poets what the fuck you know about that, sounds fat 1080p HD shit, Ya boy spit that raw hardcore cinematic Kill the static, cocky with the skill to back it Lighting Colli in a velvet red dinner jacket, Spaced out like I’m moon bound High as tits like it’s just what I do now Welcome to my Luau, take a swig of that Moloko plus Who’s got the yarbles to test me. Two thousand one a straight oddity Let me show you bitches how to play the game properly Honestly I don’t understand what you don’t understand Pockets anorexic but I’m feeling like a hundred grand See me smoking my 100th gram Bopping down that Lewis Carrol worm hole to wonder land I’m tryna bring it back real life 'Aint smoked a damn thing yet today but I’m still high
Movin Fwd 03:14
A lots have changed since we last met. I ain't stacking mad cheques or bagging up the cash yet But dark as I saw things in the past get Sunny skies are over the horizon & i'm happy to be rapping for you mother fuckers, thanks for listening Bless to those who saw me acting out & thought that isn't him. I was drowning from the drink that I was swimming in But life these days is ok considering I got a roof over my head, a good women plus i'm eating well Hopefully my frown is staying hidden like a sleeper cell Chiefing L's bumping cool j's Rock The Bells I give em Hell, listen Stig is living swell. Think Zebra on the hat I don't need rock designer brands to tell me where I'm at Strap a fat face tube of that smelly green plant up Now let me see you put ya hands up Mad love to my supporters man & to my goonies that held me down, real talk were more than fam Looking back it's been an absolute ball ache to get here Word, but i wouldn't change a damn thing. Hook: I'm off key but i'm on point I gets it in... when it comes to life i'm going all out If i fall down, cool i'll get back up Thats love, trust kinfolk i'm moving forward x2 Straight to the point like Mutsuo with the gun, ink under the skin, see me soaking in the sun I'll run a hundred miles & more for the sweet taste of success My team butts heads but heads recognise the realness Gifted with the curse of being genius I'm Kubrick with the hidden layers weaved into the shot Not a single word placed into the verse is ever meaningless Every line brings an added angle to the plot, What? I drop a bag bars like muscle memory Piff smoke stinkin, that's aromatherapy. Peng shui got me focussing the energy, Coming from the bottom but headed right for the top Props Storz & Bickel, little man we does it proper Cop a Zed of Chedder, fella better notify the block Stickier than super glue, smoke like Duke's Brew Cue Eyes look like Lucy Liu's, lighting up the lot. Nothing but the Chong since I quit smoking woodbines It's a hard road but I'm focussing on good times Hook line & sinker, got em gagging for the reload I Debo the break beat with straight heat i love this shit.
Hook: We don't hear that bullshit You can keep that pussy ass pop to yourself This is fully grown rad shit, son we get mad sick Bitch round here we keep it raw Round here we keep it raw, Round here, round here we keep it raw Round here, round here we keep it raw Hardcore, Pure x2 High as fuck, like I just smoked a Jeffery Chilling i pour myself another cup of Tetley’s White clouds filling up my chest piece From billin up the best weed that’s stinkier than French cheese Belling Esyoube just to link me some fresh beats Like, "Yes geez, please I need something I can vibe off" Audio crack, I cut & serve it to the net fiends Cooking up another fat batch for the ipod I keep it tight like yogi & boo boo Got these groupies on my nuts cos they know me from youtube I see their fellas getting jealous, ice grilling I’m grinning, type chilling while I’m smoking a huge zoot Not a follower, I am a leader, body anybody on heater, We got that raw shit, minds get blown when I talk shit Light up & torch it, inhale the cheeba Puff puff pass with the reefer, raw skins all wrapped up with Sativa Peace to the heads that I smoke with & to the whole clique til were chilled out Antigua Drinking Pina Colada, you might get money but I live life harder Its not about Gucci or Prada, I’m about things that count Now, when it comes down to the art I’m a veteran, This is my section, check the selection. I heat it up like Heston, Paris to Preston, people applaud what I’m bout, Blaow... How you gonna top that Fuck your little pop rap, I ain't sucking dick for a contract Let me show you how a don chats Ready for the combat, Team Hate are calling em out. Hook: I’m Dondi with the spray can, Hitchcock with the camera, Brando with the script, Michael Jordan with the ball I call it how I see it, see I never been a follower of fashion I’m a man that’s unbeatable in form Watch, Pour the Ron Zaccappa On the rocks in a whisky tumbler with a drop of aqua Godzilla, Gwoemul, Monster Rapper Homie round here we turn dreams into solid matter I’m on that Dawn of the Dumb shit Press play & take another draw on a skunk spliff Head bobbing to the drum hit I lost my focus for a second but I swear down I does this I mastered the techniques, worked on the form, Improved daily, built on it more Created my own style, built up profile Homie the flows wild, I bring it raw Sure, straight to the core Drop the LP then it’s out on tour Bars for the brain but the bass got the floor boards breaking, Blatantly shaking the walls I been doing this since day dot Never questioning when it would pay off Success ain't signing to majors, Laters I got some things they aint got Integrity, that’s the main one What ya gonna have left when the fames gone How can you know where your going when to get there you had to forget what you came from Straight Bong full of ganja Art Over Money that’s the mantra I’m watching Thundercats while the fucking Muppets act the gangster They ask me what’s the problem here’s the answer
All I Want 04:28
Drugs in my system Wait…. I think I just saw myself in the distance I might need some assistance Fuck it pour another shot on top & pop another pill Chill, Still I ain’t drifted far enough, Maybe it’s the fact I’m on my own but this party sucks The drugs don’t work but the Bacardi does Yet Charlie just arrived & now he’s on my case hard I play smart & place a wall around my heart Prepare to mourn I think the wars about to start Can’t understand why we’re apart Can’t remember why we aren’t open hearts in the dark Storm before the calm, The feeling in my arm has started causing me alarm This story lost its charm somewhere between the first & the tenth drink Surely somebody’s gotta have what I’m looking for? Hook: I sit in my digs my fingers dripping in ink My heart bleeds living in the city of sin Where the streets stay shitty n grim And shadows hide the faces of the melancholy figures within I walk head down, hood up at fast pace I Pod loud drowning out the sounds of the rat race Sick of working til my back aches My sole escape in the crackle from a sample of some fat breaks Crack heads smoke rock who am I to judge? What will I achieve by the time the my life is up? My girl loves to fight, while I fight to love My mood flying at a point im tryna rise above My mind erupts as im writing lyrics So every mic I touch I try n crush like its my final minute I’m not in it for a trinket or the limelight Just tryna hold on the things I can’t live without. Hook: Less Money, More problems I’m way more broke these days but less often Yeah the low lower but truelly there’s less of them Maybe I should quit this & a persue a next option But this is my escape my route & stability will still bring a set of fresh problems I may not have all that I want right now Or even see how im able to get the thing that I need But I’m a do me, just me All me, Nobody else but me, trust me, I‘m stronger than I’ve ever been Let em in, we can clash wits but I bet I win, Smoking lemon in the watermelon skin With Heart of novice with the wisdom of a veteran Don’t believe me check the lettering It’s Art Over Money Love Over Everything
Always the same shit but always done differently. Writing's second nature are kid, I rhyme instinctively Bars like breathing, its natural I'm harder Flows stored in the medulla oblongata. Carve my features out of stone & light a candle up If there's security my lady keep the baggy tucked. Hit the stage, smash the club, get paid, strapping drugs My life's a fucking movie crushing groupies with the flabby gut. Dancing like Estevez in the Breakfast Club, The only thing that's sweet about me's the sour cherry blunt. God damn I'm such a sexy cunt, I know ya thinking too ya self "does he mean that" yes he does. My birds banging like a drum break She loads my vaporiser while I'm cotching watching Generation Kill She held me down through the the hard times So for her sake i stay locked on my grizzle til I make a mill. Crazy ill, papers filled with grade to bill, Blaze until I'm baked, cos the wave elevates the skill Double dip recession ain't mean shit to me I was broke before hit & I'll be broke when its history Hook: I’m in a shirt with a dinner badge Jeans shorts wripped but still keep the balance crisp There's sommet fishy 'bout you stacking chips? Fuck the bank, I hustle on that cash under the mattress shit. & yeah I travel coach, but I’m traveling The game ain’t been the same since I swaggered in arrogant Caorunn Gin mixed with the Fentiman's Mandarin Jigger, Heavy on the Liquor Swigging X Vodka by the Swiss alps, Light the Bill Maynard. Greengrass... I'm pouring Ocean spray in a clean glass, forgive me if I seem brash but I need cash. See I don't see nothing wrong with wanting the shiny shit As long as your priorities are right.... right? I mean, I love the box fresh smell ya get with new kicks, But music & people are my life. strights Chilling with an English speaking Spaniard in St Etienne Think I'm watching what you man are on, wrong guess again Me & ya lady type are special friends. Kegzarelli mixed with Lemon that's a special blend, roll it up Travelling so much Passport Control know my name & shit Food bought with foreign currency that my favourite dish, Blah blah, weed reference, take the piss Yeah that's dilly but I'm illy so I make it sick. Big Van Vader take a zoobie to the face Daniel Negreanu, leave you tooken for your papes Looking for a way to get the rent in Bruck pocket, plotting on the next win.. Gimmie that. Hook.
Makin Change 02:54
I'm getting paid, not much but I'm making change This is Britain though, there’s no need to make it rain Listen bro, i spark the wifty with a naked flame Inhale the grade & fly away like a paper plane Barber jacket black, Wallies blue Beautiful mind plus working on the body too Solitude had me wiggin out, Now I'm right back on form like a dole wallers signature Grey goose minature, Mini bar raider, towel under the door always smoking like Bogart Soap bar dirty with the style. Derelicte Penning heat, fuck a chump, I’m pedegree High like an Allen Stone falsetto Ghetto blaster on 11 bumping New Jack Swing Rib glaze on the wing, King Think Zebra crown & Skull ring, now that's bling Hook: Cuts by Chucky LeDeal I drink posh & dress bummy Michelin Star food hid behind the tummy Fuck the weather kid I’m dressing like it’s Sunny Coming with that shit that got em running for their Mummies You should love me baby I’m a champion Kingpin… no Woody Harrelson See me blazing the Tarrogan "Don't act familiar mother fuckers, you ain't heard of me" Heavyweight belt hanging round the waist I live the good life, you’re still tryna get a taste One skin fat like the lace Ace in the deck & I’m just setting pace, Bass line fat like it tip the scales Got these bitches going crazy like the winter sales Piff inhaled, I treat it like my 5 a day We light up the fruity shit & veg out,


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released September 5, 2013

All tracks produced, mixed & mastered by Esyoube at The Pit Studio's
All vocals Performed & Recorded by Stig Of The Dump at Team Hate HQ

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