Hey ma, nah you're meaning well but listen, this cash cow feed itself. An yea I sit with the fiends, swiping pills off the shelf. The kinda sludge that I trail / Collecting this p cos I never want u to be the one who pay my own bail. Strapped to the tracks, all the buying and sales, stuck in the can like a hand chasing Pringles. Everything bland, all I'm cultivating's wrinkles. Stressed off the music that I make. Blessed with shelter from the rain. Yea shadows get longer, gallow gang strangling cans up above ya. Slabs on the slabs, scum hitting tags yea im pissed off bitch. Ain't do shit today. Like ain't had a thought in a week. Dull kinfe play on god king, roquefort straight rotting away. (Smoke snacking on the brain cheese ha.)
《Waste time stabbing thru the fog wit the sabre. Pecking at tha shit. Snatching up the mist.》
Imma cuss, imma spit. Imma wipe my arse wit your face mask, bitch.
credits
from RANX VOL.ONE,
released March 4, 2021
RANX - vocals, lyrics
CAM SHUCK - recording, mix, master
London's Da Flyy Hooligan's brash and vivid lyrics are overlaid on beats from American hip-hop crew The Beat Junkies. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 27, 2024