Init - Skittles

You know my soul’s init

You know my flows init

You know that nobody’s missing until the show’s finished

You know the road init

You know the code init

Same old story man you know how it goes init

You know my soul’s init

You know my flows init

You know that nobody’s missing until the show’s finished

You know the road init

You know the code init

Same old story man you know how it goes init

Man it’s the same old story round here

Police’ll kick your mum’s door off looking for your gear

'Though you ain’t living there in years

Police intelligence think you’ve disappeared

The fucking idiots

Didn’t think that I could grow a beard or buy veneers

I chuckled up my peers this year

I’ve reawakened a fear that they ain’t feeding in years

I put the hunger in the stomachs of mongers

While London brushes us under the rug

The underdogs

You missed me as a younger

I was hungry back then

That’s past, past-tense

Now I couldn’t care less if you could back man

Hence they call me arrogant

Hence it gets me mad at 'em

If I’d have moved to London as a young 'un maybe I’d be going platinum

Sat in my flat, battling my lack of attention

Did I mention I’m losing this only battle I’ve had?

'Cause I’m my own worst enemy, never know what’s ahead of me

Suddenly everybody in the ends is befriending me

Overfriendly, suddenly see the friend in me

A little of limelight leaves you green and they see you with envy

It’s elementary but fucking with me mentally

Nobody can fend for me but me so I’m on a constant defensive

Aggressive til you’ve met me

Offensive if you let me

Your words don’t affect me

Who’s worse off, you get me?

See, nothing’s offensive if noone’s offended

And noone I call a friend is offended by anything

You know my soul’s init

You know my flows init

You know that nobody’s missing until the show’s finished

You know the road init

You know the code init

Same old story man you know how it goes init

You know my soul’s init

You know my flows init

You know that nobody’s missing until the show’s finished

You know the road init

You know the code init

Same old story man you know how it goes init

Look

Growing up in South Manny’s good fun

Find me round Gorse Hill popping off my spud gun

Next thing I’m bunning up on any bud that would bun

Run couple man down, rip 'em up and mug them

But this isn’t London

See that guy again on Monday with his uncle Ted Bundy

Looking hella fucking grumpy

It ain’t leave the country over dumb beef

Stole from the wrong peeps

Confessed to the wrong priest

My man should take the charge 'cause for the lease

You’d be surprised how man’d yard you when it comes to police

Once that tape beeps and CID speaks

You’ll soon start to notice the leaks

I could go on for weeks about the years I caught cases in tears

And how the crown prosecution took a year to sentence man for the gear

But I ain’t got to 'cause I’m here

Say nothing, nothing to fear

You know my soul’s init

You know my flows init

You know that nobody’s missing until the show’s finished

You know the road init

You know the code init

Same old story man you know how it goes init

You know my soul’s init

You know my flows init

You know that nobody’s missing until the show’s finished

You know the road init

You know the code init

Same old story man you know how it goes init