Flashback - Foreign Beggars, Alix Perez

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Foreign beggars

What we’re gonna do here is go back

I was just a young buck, growing all quick

Catch a flashback, we were living that shit

(Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving)

(Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving)

I was just a young buck, growing all quick

Catch a flashback, we were living that shit

(Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving)

(Dipping and diving)

I grew up on a council plot

Ain’t have a lot, but my jam was kotch

Me and my older bro, cuz, madre, and my pops

We had to dial a box, watch the top of the pots

These polaroid flicks of your boy will make you double clock

A troubled flop, the old folk, they used to fuss a lot

The more time I felt, the belt or the knuckle drop

Papa was a old school head, he had a temper on him

Grandma told 'em go call feds, she went December on him

Nineteen eighty-five, that was the big freeze

Ice skating on road at minus six degrees

Frozen to my toe in the snow, on my way to gospel

Oprah, I was hoping to go, felt like a blizzard, G

Grinning as the springtime peaks, she brought the summer back

Running home hoping to catch the end of Thundercats

My cuzzy, he done his grit in the streets

I seen him a fresh banger every night of the week, that shit was peak

I was just a young buck, growing all quick

Catch a flashback, we were living that shit

(Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving)

(Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving)

I was just a young buck, growing all quick

Catch a flashback, we were living that shit

(Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving)

(Dipping and diving)

Used to rock a black bandana back in testament

Napalm Death cassette tearing the school up

Gon' face death, suffocation, or biohazard

Pantera, new Nirvana, I was alive in ninety-nine

and a CD that wasn’t parking shots

Twenty kids up in the gym, drinking that concord

Murder Was The Case tape playing up in the yew hall

Hiding off the street from police, hitting that new poll

Road dropped the saw night four, that was that graffitism

with MTN, call me for smashing Britain (Bigger)

BDS ATG fuel or kilo

Classics on my feet, hard stepping to

the swerve

Ice cool (It's)

Big up, Skibba, Shabba and Funsta

I was just a young buck, growing all quick

Catch a flashback, we were living that shit

(Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving)

(Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving)

I was just a young buck, growing all quick

Catch a flashback, we were living that shit

(Dipping and diving, fucking and skiving)

(Dipping and diving)

Yes, yes

Oh my gosh