Trainspotters - Bastards! lyrics

[Verse 1: Kaplan] I'm a ba*tard, like literally Life had other more important sh** in it for me And I love what this life of mine has become Made smart decisions on the way and some dumb I've seen boys strung out, loosin the grip You just gotta know how to choose when to split With this rap thing got friends close by Never thought bout it but now I know why Could be anything but the fact is that Whoever you in it with you have his back It happens to be rap, Kaplan's the act Rewind's the co-pilot countin stacks in the back Never really seen it as a grind for paper though Erk put my name on the vinyl label, so Give to my fam when they've handin me some Maybe a ba*tard, but still have family bonds, strong [Hook: Chefen] [Verse 2: Rewind] I'm a ba*tard, like literally Parents unmarried, never mattered to me Never baptized, didn't really believe No way I'm gettin down on my knees (nah) I'm not a rapper, won't sign no paper Wrap that's that, Kap rewind me later Remind me hater, why am I still here Will be, k** beats until the wheel chair If you feeling me, hell yeah Heart's beating steady and the syllables tell tales Getting heavy in the head, maker's mark Marc makes all the metal for the threads Academics even better than you said (The best) New LP ready for the heads Let 'em get it on the reg, keep your cred Gimmie head then I'm headin for the bed, nuff said [Hook: Chefen] [Verse 1: Rewind and Kaplan] We some ba*tards, so you've figured it out Always huntin the dream and we're livin it out With no bigger amounts, used to stealin the show Got the vibe on time, cruisin, feelin the flow Tjillin on hold if you're callin, we straight ballin Broke, smoked out, all an all and A sneaky rat goin all-in, you know the type Real recognize real, they roam the yard at night Writers, or riders that mastered the art of flight We say the same thing about rap, it's a part of life It's all so nice, 'cause in the Random ba*tards movement We've got everybody and we use 'em On shows and in films. I'm producing, stupid You hate the ba*tards when you're loosing to them We snooze on you man, usually choosing To do things the way we used to do The north [Hook: Chefen]