Mic Righteous - Military lyrics

**Answerphone Message** (from Logical) [Verse 1: Mic Righteous] (Yo! Turn me up, check it! Yo!) (Aw sh**! What!? What!? What! Check!) Ay yo, I'm straight out the gutter Don't ask me sh**, just pa** the spliff Another casket drops, another father sobs That's even if you knew it son, most fathers flop Look at us, we some ba*tards. Blasting outside the barber shop ‘Cause one prick's thinking that he can't be got He got half his jaw blown off - left on the floor, oh God Those children saw the whole lot now they gon' have to grow up Knowing not to show love is how you'll be his gopher Straight from the gutter, two b**hes on my bo*er Drinking ‘til we're sober, not thinking ‘bout the over Listening to Chronic and I'm thinking I'm a soldier This thing Rap is in my soul and Hip-Hop is my culture That's probably why I'm anti-social, anti-cultural, anti-establishment Amityville antique family – broken - woke up in tragedy Can't make out what's happening, no one's really happy here So I broke rules, never did no homework I didn't even go school, I bunked off, sorry officer I'm no fool I'm noble, you just got no balls, still I stand on my own two But local, oh shoot. You can't catch me in your boat shoes Who you pussies try'n'a impress? It's why I'm stressing Let me express it, yeah it will only take a second You're dressing like you stepped off the set At ‘The Only Way is Ess**' - if you find it offensive It just means it applies to you and you are on the defensive So jump off your fence and stop cross-dressing You have not got weapons, this ain't ‘Lock, Stock' bredrin So jog on Derek take the sh** that I'm digesting Am I too dumb to realise my sh**ty life has ended? I swear my balls are only getting bigger by the second Life's a b**h, she can literally sit on my erection [Bridge] So, you're the one who thinks that he is worthy of a place in the military (Yaah) Well, I'm here to show you that you're not We must fight! Only the best can join the military [Verse 2: Mic Righteous] Well these are straight bars, play hard, am I another fake? Nah Two guns tattooed to my waist I blow up wasters It's ‘do what they can't.' Ay-star, hey star You can never take ours when beef, sweet! I break arms You f*gs are like… “Wait ‘til I see him on his J's' what? Ten man deep, we are all in the same yard Swear you seen me on the street like ‘Cool brother, safe dawg' Must have been doing all you could to try and stay calm That was a part, in eight bars, ain't at the top yet but I ain't far Waste man, drop dead, I'm'ma take charge Sick of patronising pricks with their chains laughing in our face Yeah you might be balling but you'll always be a fake dawg And you filled your days topless trying to sing and dance Then these man do legs when we're bringing arms I turn rap into art, burn tracks with the bars These man have got the game f**ed up like my past I'm hard cos you stuck a f**ing fork in my brother's head Thought, ‘is my brother dead?' I was just a young'un then Probably why I'm such a nutter now, chewing like trees I cut ‘em down f** a fed (Come again) Blood I said f** a fed Raid a brother's house must be clowns ‘cos we're laughing You dumb f**s, the d** were in the garden Buried where the plant is, got the answers to the questions that every man's asking Tell me who's the hardest barring, I'll sh** on the market That's a rap fam, I mash yats in the back of black cabs My name ain't Ja Rule but I clap back Wondering how you head top, you're nothing but a skag rat I'll take you P like the tax man (Ha Ha) Take your cash and split, I'll Damon Dash you in the river (Have that)​​ sick of camp rap, f*gs wearing skinny jeans and man-bags You're managers are turning you gay Ga**ed, seen you, I light a match and watch you burst into flames Turn up the ba**, let me murder the rave I spit anthrax, they fearing us, leave pussies bleeding, period You're gon' need a Tampax. I'm bad man serious, that's that realism Swagger on point , no peer in here, boy try mirror this Look in boy's eyes, I can see the fear in ‘em I'm the ones he's fearing here, stepping up a gear or six Not only did I clearly win I lapped man Stopped for a nap, met Lambs, had a beer with him