Little Mr. Grin and Bare - Dirty Dike

Yaow, Yo

So I was living there

Sitting in a prison scared

Giving it the villain like I’m bigger than the kicks I wear

I’m in the system like a criminal that didn’t care

Ignorance is bliss but I’m still a little bit aware

Little Mr. Grin and Bare

Riding the carousel

Lie on my back and smell life from this padded cell

I seen inmates singing when they get beef

Literally depressed, seen 'em swinging from a bed-sheet

I seen a victim get his head beat, uh

But I’ve never been impressed or seen a need to respect beef

Respect people

People respect me

Vision of the sequel connects when I get free

Living in the belly of the beast like Pinocchio

Swimming in the telly, never peace when I overdose

Smash that

All you judge and jury get a slap back

Standing in a cage celebrating like Mad Max

2000 and life’s like a right hook

Eyes in my rhyme book are crying that I write

And I might look a sight, look at my crooked eyes

Bright white as the prison gate slides to the side

I, stand on rap in this land of crap

It’s like life got bad when I’m bouncing back

Bad as an aggy addict with an ounce of crack

A smack habit in a panic in his council flat

Amount to that

Never, I’ll be shouting facts

In a mac where the bad weather’s drowning rats

And?

rowdy slags are ragged and are louder shags

For getting pissed in a park spitting mouth attacks

I’m as big as a shark in this sea of the nothingness

CP SMB you can’t fuck with this

Puffing spliffs so high like you’re up in lifts

Rubbish tip kids crushing mics with our fucking lips

I credit life like my lust is a horoscope

I never died I’m just fucked in this horror show, (save me!)

Fighting off the devil with a crowbar

Peddling my wares like the devil is my own heart

Never getting scared, rob a challenger with no mask

So dark I left you battered with your own bars

My word skill’s more ragged than my clothes are

No chance of missing, my raps are like blow darts

So show heart if your family’s true

And don’t part with your man for the slag in the crew

No father has planned what I happen to do

My own art is a passion that I actually prove

And while you flappin' like a bat in the zoo

I’ll be sat back packaging my hash in a zoot

I’m a rap cat scavenging for salmon to chew

In a land full of mucus and planet abuse