Don't Hide Away

Don't hide away, don't you hide away son [Verse 1: Wiley] If I ever hide away, it's not cos I'm scared it's cos I've got too much money Everybody swears to God they're gonna stay on their strip, I stayed on mine you ain't above me The last ten years were cold and not lovely Life was ugly Hard like rugby Even if I had a big house in the country I wouldn't stay caged up like a monkey I'm newer than funky Quicker than the rift of youts that wanna jump me Must have thought I stayed in, when you see me on the high street and your throat gets lumpy And I ain't getting jumpy I just wanna piss of the ones who are grumpy I got addictive genes like a junkie I know you wanna say why do you hide away but I'm here, what, who's gonna touch me? [Verse 2: Rinse] Look, what a waste of time Sitting at home trying to make up rhymes Doing grime ain't gonna pay the grind Cos the fans I got they don't make a dime I ain't gonna give up my life for this Even though my 9 to 5's a bitch All I really want is a line to sniff But the money I make can't even buy a spliff I'm like, fuck that I'm tired of it Tired of being a drunk and disguising it I can't wait for the time I'm rich I'm tired of trying to get wasted on Heineken Yeah I got into a fight again Hiding away? Nah I'm on a hype again Painkillers, I'm gonna need 5 of them Cos there was only one of me there was 9 of them If I ain't getting any pies at them I'll slice something in my face to put fright in them A blade and a handful of Vicodin Cos I ain't going home without my bike again I really feel bad for the 5 of them But I've had six bikes and they're riding them Ain't like they're frightening I just hit on the head and OD'd, I'm alive again So fuck your boys to back you up Cos I'm drunk and I'm liable to smack you up Run moves and then rat you up I'll make loot while your on the inside getting batteried up For someone that's always been acting up You look like a chump with your hands in cuffs So tell your boys to go suck your mums or catch me when I'm sober you fucking cunts [Chorus] Don't hide away, don't you hide away son Don't hide away, don't you hide away son [Verse 3: Ice Kid] Nobody's hiding here Hopefully my time is near Look into my eyes, I'm a victim of life, every night I look into the sky like why am I here? You couldn't stand in my old kicks I ain't gonna back down from the showbiz Bag full of the [?] thing [?] (Hold it) Look I master your plan Half of your gangs full of rats and roaches So cold that it snows here for the whole year [?] for the ocean when I go clear Hear me out I was blinded but I see clearly now Half of the grime scene fear me really This Ice Kid you could feel weary round [Verse 4: Mike Skinner] Hmmm, is there something after death? Or when death comes is there nothing after the comfortable last breath? Lend me a pad, I'll sell you a plan My hideaway is a ride away on the end of the line on the train Old people and trees rather than gold teeth and cold thieves Oh it's a fucking shame Still roll the fucking rang Sold to the smock in the cane Then sold to the fucker on drugs with the sold sign on his brain Still stroll on a cut and run Bowl in the cold on the strut of done told ya Too many rappers in the buzz of your ears Acting up like you acting on fears Practically gun shit after every last tear Listen to soul in the cold House with my spouse Get mashed to mad bashy Splash a bit about Cos the fragrance is important I say this to be sporting But i think it like I drink it It's like walking what you're talking