Backseat Barz

[Verse 1: Mike Skinner] Nein, Danke Walk into the sea with clothes on See what I'm fucking smoking is so long Talking all the jokes with the poking Once wanted to inspire debate, dissent and war To enlighten, outrage and provoke and clog up the blogosphere But like the artist's impression of the guilty verdict I wear the watch of a pilot and fly In the black Range Rover hanging back til its over in the back watching Boardwalk Empire But it's a fact not phony that the tracks not pony, I'm attacked with desire and go higher Throw everything in on an unknowing whim, before showing our cards to the stars Like the walking wounded, they walk all moody Mawkish dudes who are awkward or boring It's not a bad vibe when your glad to be alive For every different opinion is out there, gently listening or bent on shouting Very much doubting or concurring sternly The eternal whirring like the world we turn on Boxes of photos in the loft that look off Cough in the detritus before stopping for a moment at a picture of a loved one Sit and think memories that fill me gently, nearly I have no position to bargain So I don't listen to arguing I do what I do Value all my allies Just in an alley by a bar's a bargain Nearly Walk into the sea with clothes on See what I'm fucking smoking is so long Talking all the jokes with the poking In a white room with a nice plume Night fumes I'm quite new to this Light a candle Fight the angle Bought a new car and then pranged it Used to play a dudes heart Haven't got a clue heart [Verse 2: Loudmouth] Bob Hoskin's boss posture Upset he lost the Oscar For Mona Lisa, lonely geezer, when you're hot they want ya Like you're a cock they block ya Knocked down, ginger hustle, whisk the game, you're at the door, yeah they gotta knock ya I am not a doctor, but I know what sick is Flows and lyrics, oh so vivid, like a vocal image We go in with 12 ends yeah we overdid it I went in so raw I should go to clinic To go get checked, Axel Foley of sex I'm too bad, life drags [?] polio legs But I never block heads, I can only respect, the hard grind above us has suffered when the goal is success Loudmouth, my cerebral Thoughts be kind of peaceful More be nice than evil For the rights of people More be guys deceitful Talk with lies to cheat you Cross double acts Morecambe Wise and leave you To heed my warning talking of perceived threats Let them kill joy like Kilroy, that would be dead I don't smoke at all, it's known to all I'm not a weed head It does nothing for me- that's what she said Crude innuendo, I might laugh On my mood it depends though, I write bars While you dudes play Nintendo, or Xbox Guess what the answer is? Yes what With shadows I chess box and pianos I [?] Watch them played out I stay loud until my breath stops Some say I've got a filthy mouth, so? F off Until I clean up my act as well as my desktop Just let me get the stress that is on my chest off Cos my head's a mess like Joleon Lescott Some police are pricks only on let's stop Some g’s still bitch only on [?] I prefer the latter, but I return to ladders But because of problems, I've been hurt by adders Snakes in the grass, won't refer to rappers' Names in my bars, I'm alert to matters Getting out of hand like slippery soap Trying to keep a grip, no prison cheap jokes Cos art's a reflection, can mirror these [?] Lyrically I'm visibly killing it though With Skinner in tow, mean feat feeling the flow I'm an East London artist and I'm still in the Stow (Waltham, Waltham)