Part Deux

[Outro: Barebase] Do you know which direction to to take at the intersection Do you know which direction to to take at the intersection Do you under stand which direction to try and take at the intersection Can you even understand which direction is necessary to take at the intersection [Verse 1: Lee Scott] Fire in my eyes like i've seen hell I might walk in your house and spit on your couch but I mean well I sit with a prissy beach belle And listen to the shit Rushing through the sewer in a sea shell Try your luck or do it by the book I'm at the crash site of a flying fuck Middle fingers up like they're stuck Until i'm sipping my White Lightening from a fine china cup [Verse 2: Barebase] It's like you can't even predict the gun i've been here Seasons change i've been clear Forecast here is swimwear All year In around I've been around And i've been there But i'm still here And i still disappear into thin air At the drop of a hat Or the click of a finger I can promise you that Or your money back Funny how I navigate the streets of London now With an ease The likes of which my enemies would never see me coming And I've been the gun and Way before Steven Segal was under seige I can see the sequel, the second coming [Verse 3: Sleazy F] Yeah it’s Mr. Burt Bacharach of ribs Back attackin' kids Sufferin' suckertash I put the pussy in bandages Activist activist, Anakin with the savagin' Darth Vader your champion F' your ma' while i'm dabbing' diz (mate) Ugh, I'm billing spliffs while I'm bashin' sniff I've came a long way since Biff and Chip Ugh, heroin on my fingertips I put it on your bitches lips Bell us if you need a hit (EYARR) [Verse 4: Black Josh] Black Josh the beligerant So fuckin' ignorant I'm a scally, i'm a chav I'm a hoodlum, I'm a lad With a bag thats filled with piff I was a young prat That robbed those cats That love yats' rides on a niggas dick You're [?] thinking you're road man Me I'm on a cold sag at your missus' crib Air max on your sofa Rags i'm a stoner Splabs of the doja Tappin' ash onto your bitch's tits [Verse 5: Stinkin' Slumrok] Last year I was broke but Slummy bathing in your change Now the home team chantin' yes fam The CoDees more like (Save that) Sending niggas right back I'm Bellerin on the raider hood Your missus got that brains And now we keep her in the base jar Flying over heads Like when J man done got me waved off These big batty bitches got me blowing the anus Momma watch me mouth out of my face I'm still that scummy fucking nuiscance In that camp of crazy a-holes [Verse 4: Bisk] I think my brains lying to my mind Either that Or you've got your finger in my pie yo' But I just want to let you know Have you thinking its my bitch to your setup ho' Now I can take a shit where you live Cos you had her in the crib Taking pics with the kids (like?) (Pause) You don't wanna see Bisk with a biff [Verse 5: Bill Shakes] Masochist and a schizo Chattin' shit to my kin-folk Smash a brick through your window Your nasty bitch is a nympho (ha) Blastin' it in her pin hole Roll on squares Go to work with your splab and a signal Afro comb is a pitch fork Vagabond My blackburn stomp that is a crip walk What is that? he's never cocked a gat He's only popping' caps when he's cracking' a vimto [Verse 6: King Grubb] I'm driving smashed and jackin' banks like Rip Torn Blastin' pigs and crashin' whips into brick walls Tell your bitch the King called Watch your rain transform to a shit storm Gone insane, rotten brain from chongin' weight Shouts to JSA for proving that doing nothing pays I got a lot of names Job today gone tomorrow Whats an honest wage? [Verse 7: Sly Moon] Yo The one and only but i'm still a phoney (who?) Kill you slowly like a filtered rollie (ha) Closest homies still don't know me (ugh) Break in your crib and steal your groceries All I do all day is smoke cheese Then proceed to sniff coke till my nose bleeds Overdosin' on Old E Roll trees Creating smoke screens, false hopes and broke dreams [Verse 8: Salar] Big up the crushed Ritalin, creatine and coke team I want a low key On the pole clean Prole queen She asked me who the fuck is Jolene Smoothed it up like - "don't worry 'bout that" Your crews a bunch actin' sound rats Fakest steeze, chasin' cheese in the mouse traps S ain't about that Im in the house like where your spouse at? Those gutter, butter flows I announce that With undertones Covered though Your mother knows [Verse 9: Tony Broke] I end ya with the super eagle that murders souls with my mansion Thoughts from a dark web of lyrics With flows of arsenic and ricin Mustard gas blast when he chat broke on a search engine Fuck you if i'm offendin' all you frauds that are pretendin' (blah) Army coat rags from the depths of the skittin worthless Choke your brain with violence Silence those who try and scratch the surface Socially, your arse is where your face is trading places I'm faking legless On a self made trolley And hustle spaces [Outro: Barebase] Do you know which direction to to take at the intersection Do you know which direction to to take at the intersection Do you under stand which direction to try and take at the intersection Can you even understand which direction is necessary to take at the intersection