Jenre - Nobody Knows lyrics

[Verse 1: Bob Savage] ...yo the fat dank carrier Working cla** militant - shank bank managers No Shameless rip-off, no Yank Frank Gallagher Bobby, not even the Macho Man's Savager Richard Keys emcees smashing' ya Battle bars attackin ya Nerd sh**, Battlestar Galactica ...it's grim and disgustin' I spit sick sh** then I grin like a pumpkin Sick of the grumblin' west country bumpkins No flow rappers still stick to the punch-ins Bedminster draw-tickers Thumping bumbling mumbling Westminster bullsh**ters Lawless and auspicious Kush Zombies stalk you and awkwardly crawl thru a small slither Foolish to brawl with the devilish two Got bare bones to pick with your skeleton crew, yo [Hook: Bob Savage & Jenre] Nobody knows about QELD Nobody cares about QELD Nobody gives a sh** about QELD, yo Come get lean with the QELD Smoke green with the QELD "Females" come and sleep with the QELD Or at least please speak to the QELD, oi! Quelle Est La Date speaking French like Delboy Now nobody knows cos we never left evidence Kush Zombies want brain, and undead presidents [Verse 2: Jenre] Yo it's Jenre Beats seizing your means of production While dreaming of police chiefs beat with their truncheon I watch TV and drink teas in abundance No bog weez please I need weed just to function And I'm a beast with production, its off key They're weak in the substance and speaking like co*kneys So please seek the boss key cus QELD be the next level Best while the rest settle softly Don't accost me it's costly to do that The pope wouldn't cross me, can't boss me I move tracks Your crew lacks the ability to spit so nice Unique sk** with beats built like Kimbo Slice No dice for you, there's no ace hidden You ain't my blud, I'm fresh and you're plague ridden I slay rhythms, no f**ing with this My love for the pigs is like God - it doesn't exist [Hook] [Verse 3: Bob Savage] Too many man still can't roll a zoot right Topload-a joint, no Dance in the Moonlight Spark it... I'm starting to need some ...like Park I'm a Ji-Sung! Bury me holding my grade so I roll in the grave Kush Zombies shoulda been told to behave We're troubled by karma Make you say 'touche!', double Guevara Start the Mardi Gras when we spark a peng draw No Marks & Sparks, this is Marx & Engels Kush Zombies raise malls, leaving mannequins shook Reading early 20th century anarchist books, look Don't step to me don It's like Messi is on And Bobby Savage getting Trym like Westbury-on-' Now nobody knows where the weaponry gone QELD want the proletariat and peasantry strong