(+1 rating, 1 votes)Bristol’s Split Prophets drop another tune to kick off 2013 with an attitude of maximum work rate. Expect more from this crew soon.
VERSE 1:
BLANKA
- Just give me 5 seconds in the limelight
- And I might shine bright
- Enough to blind eyes
- And hypnotise guys
- Till the only thing they envision is my life
- Flickin’ on the television
- See me livin’ the high life
- While they grind in a cheap hole
- I’m replacin’ my 8 and 9
- With a 9 from Puerto Rico
- War is bleak though
- Every morning from the bottom corner of my speed boat
- More than deep though
- First name basis with important people
- I draw free clothes
- That’s just a standard ting
- Speakin’ Mandarin
- ? in Beijing with Jet Li gamblin’
- Pissed up, ramblin’
- Bitter somethin’s in the air
- Bruv a Harvey Nick’s mannequin
- Wave the strap
- Wondering why everybody’s panickin’
- Drive-by dazzlin’
- Till I sleep in my coffin
- I’ll be droppin’ P in every street that I bop in
- Build a beach up in Gotham
- And get the Hoff in
VERSE 2:
PARO
- Give me a room full of money
- And a 50 mil mansion
- With naked women countin’ out cash
- And pole dancin’
- Stretchin’ out their hamstrings
- Fuck the Swiss bankin’
- I’m sparkin’ up a blunt while the helicopter’s landin’
- Neckin’ off this champagne
- Then pissing in a pot of gold
- I’m on a roll
- Feedin’ hookers coke out in Monaco
- Now they’ll even sniff
- But I got a load
- Playin’ strip poker in a swimmin’ pool on a boat
- Then it’s back to the villa
- On a thriller with an entourage
- ? out, bombin’ hard
- Stinkin’ when the chronic’s sparked
- No more cotchin’ in the park with a spicy rolly
- I’m in the Ritz slappin’ people with an icy Rolly
- They can’t control me
- I’m rich and I’m rowdy
- Rinsin’ out my Audi
- With links out in Saudi
- Passin’ through Barça
- Leavin’ tags on the Gaudi
- Then it’s back to this fucked up place where they found me
VERSE 3:
DATKID
- Yo! If I was rich
- I’d be even more of a wanker than I am now
- Hands down
- No one’ll like me
- I got it planned out
- I’ll pull a grand out
- And slap you with it
- Then buy you a drink
- Go to hand it to you
- Pull it back and sip it
- Grab your missus
- And tell her that she’s better off
- Jammin’ with this ?
- That buys her what the hell she wants
- Who ya think she’s gonna choose?
- When I’m comin’ through
- Bunnin’ zoots that are fuckin’ huge
- And I’m flashin’ healthy wads
- Yeah I cop a bottle just to pour on the floor
- Chuck it back at the abrman
- Then I’ll order some more
- I’m smoking ciggies rolled in fifties
- Ballin’ like a testicle
- But I’ve been getting’ smashed for weeks
- So I don’t have flesh at all
- Aggressive fool with more money than sense
- ?
- Just money well spent
- Shit I think I’m too rich to cover my rent
- Live the high life for a month
- And end up in a tent
OUTRO
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