XP BURSTGANG – Fat Steve Freestyle

XP BURSTGANG – Fat Steve Freestyle Lyrics

Artist: XP BURSTGANG
Song: Fat Steve Freestyle

Dragged up tryna get a clue
All them things that i never knew
Memory full up of winter stints and my fingerprints full of residue
I was lean up in levenshulme

Come around and i read the room
Writ a text of my last words
Never had no one to send it to
In the cut smoking hella boo

Bust a pack for my genna too
Up and down mate i’ve seen a lot on a eastern block, it weren’t belarus
Got a dream, i can’t sell it you
Antithesis of my generation, they said they’ll smoke me they never do

Crack a bottle it’s a celebration
Still flipping that same coin and i know the sides
Architect of my own demise
Bare thoughts i don’t vocalise

Called my inner voice up, it told me lies
Polarised
Know the ‘hows’ i don’t know the ‘whys’
Coat pocket full of party drugs

I ain’t even tryna socialise
Uh? funny how things can change overnight
That ain’t piff, that’s a load of shh
This one here kick like dolemite

Come to your show tonight
And man’ll clutch it like motorbike
Two sides of that same coin and they’re both alike
Lost not reading maps

Growing up feeling frass
Funny how all my mates on the pavement all man have seen is craps
Test my g’s on wax, then one of us beating waps
I was putting beak in bags no central heating in freezing flats

But right now it’s a new era, try snap back and i’m pealing caps
Our kid i was on old moor lane tryna throw- uhhh, uh uh uh
You against me’s not an even match
Gasoline and match

I was in m19 with maj, doing up greaze out of steven’s gaff
Days i didn’t even bath, money and p’s and cash
Chatting like ‘say it was that rudeboy’, turnt out it weren’t even that
Yeah? and i swear on my mumzy’s life not one of them neeks on wass

Rosebery street in my rosary beads i was doing up greaze on mass
‘cause growing up i never had a hope
Feeling like i need a antidote
Yeah broski same old

Come through on a bag of smoke
See ‘em pipe it off a can of coke
Sometimes i wish i hadn’t known
My lot yeah we always got it

Funny how we don’t have it though
Funny owt ain’t a joke brudda
Hot-stepping like road runner
I had snow for the whole summer

Bag that like mo salah
Look g, man should be hanging off the roof cah i‘m so gutter
Anyhow them man don’t suffer i‘m the one away and there’s no other
I don’t really wanna fraternize, man are making up a bag of lies

See man get lifed off
They ain’t never really have a life
Never knew that when i severed ties yeah the revolution’ll be televised
Tell the boy they better recognize

Done the mazza like hella times
Everybody always telling lies, cap and rumor
In deep like barracuda
Brought ya’ work like mathematics tutor and i’m licking shots like batistuta

Uh? pain travels through ya’
Swear down i never had a future
12 stella and a bag of buddha, i’m here
Are you dumb?

And i said burst
Bars on the radio uh
〈.?.〉 deep and what
〈.?.〉 first

“‘do you feel that you’re disenfranchised and that you don’t have a stake in society, you know?’ ‘〈.?.〉, yeah, ‘cause you’ll do anything to get more money won’t ya’? and other people have got money so, why don’t we?’”
Yeah
Mean
Man never had any dream

Out on a slab and a scheme
Man’ll been mad from a teen
Tick-tock, tick-tock, yeah it all moves like clockwork
Yeah it all moves like clockwork

Seen
Man didn’t catch what i mean
Man had a bag of the ream
True it’s all man and machine

Tick-tock, tick-tock, yeah it all moves like clockwork
Tick-tock, tick-tock, uh?
Banned from the 〈.?.〉, fight for this country that’s rigor mortis
Them man need gas for their porsches invade man for the natural resources

Uh? tax go on all this, drums full of oil and bags full of corpses
How can i back what the cause is, when all these wasteman bat for the tories?
Yeah it’s all me me me
Nonsense all in the bbc

Man wanna point fingers at immigrants but when i see them i see me
I don’t know who done you wrong but, you been reading the sun too long
Misplaced anger come too strong but i ain’t the ones that’s among you don
Nah, divide and conquer-

“‘do you feel that you’re disenfranchised and that you don’t have a stake in society, you know?’ ‘〈.?.〉, yeah, ‘cause you’ll do anything to get more money won’t ya’? and other people have got money so, why don’t we?’”
Yeah
What am i saying
Mean

Man never had any dream
Out on a slab and a scheme
Man’ll been mad from a teen
Tick-tock, tick-tock, yeah it all moves like clockwork

Tick-tock, tick-tock, yeah it all moves like clockwork
Seen
Man didn’t catch what i mean
Man had a bag of the ream

True it’s all man and machine
Tick-tock, tick-tock, yeah it all moves like clockwork
Shut ya’ face
What

Banned from the 〈.?.〉, fight for this gaff, that’s rigor mortis
Them man need gas for their porsches invade man for the natural resources
Yeah, tax go on all this, drums full of oil and bags full of corpses
How can i back what the cause is, when all these wastemans bat for the tories?

Yeah it’s all me me me
Nonsense all in the bbc
Man wanna point fingers at immigrants but when i see them i see me
I don’t know who done you wrong but, you been reading the sun too long

Misplaced anger come too strong but i ain’t the ones that’s among you don
Fam, divide and conquer, while they dine off wine and lobster
Man aspire to climb up higher but really none of them guys don’t want ya’
Get caught wit’ a nine in 〈.?.〉, get treated like a violent monster

Absent till the mind grow fonder, tryna be free like island sponsor
Fam, mean
I never had any dream
Out on a slab and a scheme

Man’ll been mad from a teen
Tick-tock, tick-tock, yeah it all moves like clockwork
Tick-tock, tick-tock, yeah it all moves like clockwork
Seen

Man didn’t catch what i mean
Man had a bag of the ream
True it’s all man and machine
Tick-tock, tick-tock, yeah it all moves like clockwork

Tick-tock, tick-tock, uh?
Hunger, no scraps
Poverty, poll tax
On the road from four-five, no mums, no dads

Low funds, stoned cats
Cold slags, no love
New kids, old straps
Same fear, won’t budge

Info, no facts
Nine-to-five, broke backs
Running up in broke gaffs
Asking where the dough’s stashed?

Selling white, genocide, yellow eyes, rolled back
Jabbing brown, dragon style, bagging out, foam back
Who’s calling bredda?
Well every day’s autumn weather

Feds shot another unknown man that’s one more victim of the war on terror
Real ain’t the way they selling no they take credit for your endeavor
It’s been a mess from morning fella and nuttin’ ain’t looking too clever, are you crazy?
Uh? mean

Had any dream
Uh? bag of the ream
True it’s all man and machine
Tick-tock, tick-tock

Burst gang for life you know what i‘m saying?
Shout out the crew
Yah
“normally, normally, any other day, they’d run away. but that day, they was-”
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XP BURSTGANG Lyrics – Fat Steve Freestyle

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Release Year: 2022