Show Off

[Intro:] Yo Bru-c Show off One take Yeah [Verse 1:] See you could be in the wrong place at the wrong time And get your throat slit with a long knife Its a crazy world full up of gob shites and wrong rights Seems like a long life Trapped inside my mortal frame Wondering if when my bodies rotting will my thoughts remain But who cares? [Verse 2:] Grab your toast and teeth, throw on your best shirt Step into your 9 - 5 so you can get your rents worth Paint the streets brown and white so you can get that fresh Merc But is the money worth ruling your whole like if you get merked They say life's a bitch so it will get chirps Approach it with a cheeky smile some, flowers and a fresh shirt Convinced that you're the man about the land and you'll impress her If you really believe in what you preach then you will get hurt Not tryna live my life asking myself why I didn't go for it Would you rather be working for the business or be owning it? [Verse 3:] Feels like its about time I started focusing been here 23 years Feels like I ain't got shit to show for it, except Tie dies, a wild mind and some fresh kicks Most days seem to be dead shit Can't seem to capture the best bit Say usually on the depressed tip Feel like I deserve more I'm tryna elevate the lift stuck on the first floor Of this, six billion story tower of life Where some will, rise to the top And some will cower and die Walk in the footsteps of the devil Or in the shadow of Christ Or make your, own path to follow and allow all the hype [Verse 4:] Power of mind is essential Express my thoughts on instrumentals Stabbing through my own heart with a pencil The beat matches the blood pulse in my temple We go together like cats drinking kestrel Like bad teeth to a dental practice Ahead of rapping I'm levels passing Try and test my language Your getting flattened like you stepped in traffic Still I came off the beef like leather jackets 'nuff man got a chip upon the shoulder but they never back it [Verse 5:] Heh, it's that boy from the little town Man used to take me for a clown but they listen now I'm gonna bring it to the boil while you simmer down Catch me in the studio developing a bigger sound Chillin' with the clouds I'm gradually lifting I've been grafting and spitting No relaxing or chilling And if they say that sleep is the cousin of death Being alive must be the cousin of actually living [Verse 6:] Fam, it's madness in Britain They push web pages to our eyes And now the media is making the divide And there's invisible planes leaving trails in the sky And where the homeless take shelter they Replace the floor with spikes What the fuck's the world coming to? Blatantly a mockery 2015, still over half the world's in poverty And the only thing that people prey for, is the lottery Imagine spending that cash on building something quality [Verse 7:] And at school they try and treat you like a div They only teach you how to work Nah they don't teach you how to live They don't teach you no respect And they don't teach you how to give They teach you how to get a job become a slave And then they kick you out Leaving misbehavior's and slower students to live and die Get a job, hit the catch Sell a [?], Flip a [?] Work a job you fucking hate or end up feeling prison bound Shit, the way were forced to live has got me feeling down But still I do what I gotta do [Verse 8:] Gotta live my life to the fullest Imma pop the roof There's no hope, I don't vote, and I don't watch the news Even if I tried to make a difference it would not improve How selfish is that I see my ignorance as bliss Don't get it twisted I'm a hypocrite not an idiot A hypocrite, all alone with my views Looking, or the mother fucker that moans Still I do nothing [Outro:] That nice yeah?