Dirty Dike - Everyone lyrics

Verse 1 [Jam Baxter]: It's all circular boxing It's all kicking off in the maggot tank First to the top wins the world in a box In my personal lodgings I lurk with my goblins Preserved in the toxins, I burn when I'm cotching Who am I to stop the big shots from stomping? I ain't King Kong, I'm conking I make Hip Hop and watch my witch doctor waft in Pissed off, I've clocked that sh** Scott I'm watching I clock the long limbs of the law Box kids in the jaw Watch stings under war Got pissed as we all got rinsed and ignored Bombs blister the floor man, I'm watching But I'm still kinda lost in this, bruv Where the f** are we? Some barely struggle, some breds will muscle free Some breds will buckle Some bred will run at speed, jog when I have to Stare at the sun and scream Watch when I catch you Prepare for the coming siege Locked in my statue Spare me your f**in' briefin' Something seems amiss f** the bleeding wrists Somewhere underneath the thick slime hides the key to this [?] Minus the feeling in their teeth and lips So feed your weaknesses I need a cheaper fix Give me a beat and I'll be free 'til the needle skips Verse 2 [Dirty Dike]: Something happened today The plan to escape became fact in a magical place I'm backing away from panic in a pacifist state Anarchist days are back is what the an*lysts says Back in the day, I'd act like a freak looking clever Act deep with the Baxter and keep it together But these days I jack it in, keep it whatever It seems that this rapping thing's beating my head up MCs get jealous, I put goo in their mind If an MC's jealous he ain't doing it right Run your own game f**ing no name prick Have you got no shame? But it's ok, sh** You see what I mean? Maybe it's just needless to see These penis MCs can s** on all the deepest I speak I ain't gonna say it, but I'm thinking it what? You ain't got the balls to rap with all the honesty I've got Verse 3 [Fliptrix]: Check check it Yo I do my thing, I don't get framed and it's picturesque I blow the gates off of heaven with a single breath Call me doctor finesse Flow's gonna stop breaths Like monsters stomping on chests f** the feds with their wrongful arrest I've got an eigth bag of cess in my sock and that's blessed I've got a lot to do yet Bliss ain't reality, we're all just surviving Truth sinking in like Drugs in the stomach lining Eyes dilate Destructible mind states High and still rising With no summer rising You're coming down like the suns on horizons Spit a moment twisted by thunder and lightning No wonder you're frightened Stuck up in this world full of s**, d** and violence Fully vibrant Pretty rhymes to tyrants Sitting here, man yeah the sirens seem timeless Verse 4 [Verb T]: It's Verb T, the ghost in the shell Leaving competition all roasting in hell Fools can't manage, they're emotionally frail I'll organise your wake, and then host it as well With very special guest, Jam Baxter We'll tear you apart with your wack arse The way you flip the beat Wow, that's art- Istry, yeah it's spineless The license to drive 'em insane when I'm blowing out clouds through my sinus Find I'm in prime condition with the rhyming When I'm on the beat, flipping keys like [?] Riflist right to your jaw make your spine twist My sharp tongue can cut diamonds f** writing, I'm sketching with your mum's etching [?] Watch me caress this Meanwhile your dad force you to play wrestling Verse 5 [Dr. Syntax]: Don't call it a comeback My style's still sharper than a thumbtack Guaranteed that I'll be bringing heat just like a sun trap So pick a beat and let me bust raps I've got the industry acting like young lads Their minds stuck on one track It's mister Benny Huge back with an extended crew Should be getting credit due, from Leicester to Belarus I make you grimace like the cheapest vodka So stop trying to find fault with how I serve you like a secret shopper You know you can't knock it I'm dope as narcotics Haters are no hopers, like they go to are college They got me sardonic, think I flop? Far from it Everything you've heard up until now was just to start off with The mood's switching as soon as the tune kicks in Even recent abuse victims are soon chilling I've got crews bricking it, cos every time this dude's spitting A teeny bopper rapper has a break down like [?] Verse 6 [Mr. Key]: I leave the latch on heavens gate open for my closest heads Sniff and smoke and drink and spit with jokes until I go to bed Choked and bled, I'm dry But left alive, I guess I tried my best Life and d**h cycles get decided in your final breath Simon says Metal giants like it's Rodney Brooks Could've done a lot of good, but f** it I'm a rotten crook Watch me, got 'em hook lined and sinker her like a fisher price Thinking like I'm different, like it matters if I give a sh**e What happened? Civilised as savages with slitty guys Or marriages in pretty white or Paris in the spring We find our happiness in living lies Life's adapting to this sh** I tried staring at the phantom in the mirror like "Aw f**, another grubby ba*tard I can't trust" He's mush, hard luck Heat up your disgust and adjust It's survival of the fittest here Make my final wishes crystal clear as I disappear