Lee Scott - Part Deux lyrics

[Outro: Barebase] Do you know which direction to to take at the intersection Do you know which direction to to take at the intersection Do you under stand which direction to try and take at the intersection Can you even understand which direction is necessary to take at the intersection [Verse 1: Lee Scott] Fire in my eyes like i've seen hell I might walk in your house And spit on your couch But I mean well Sittin' with a pretty beach belle I listen to the sh** Flowing through the sewer In the Seychelle Try your luck and do it by the book I'm at the crash site of a flying f** Middle fingers up like they're stuck Until i'm sipping my White Lightening From a fine china cup [Verse 2: Barebase] It's like you can't even predict the gun i've been here Seasons change i've been clear Forecast here is swimwear All year In around I've been around And i've been there But i'm still here And i still disappear into thin air At the drop of a hat Or the click of a finger I can promise you that Or your money back Funny how I navigate the streets of London now With an ease The likes of which my enemies would never see me coming And I've been the gun and Way before Steven Segal was under seige I can see the sequel, the second coming [Verse 3: Sleazy F] Yeah, It's mister barebacker, whackin' ribs Bag and taggin' kids Sufferin' s**ertash I put the p**y in bandages Activist activist, Anakin with the savagin' Darth Vader your champion F' your ma' while i'm dabbing' this Ugh, I'm building spliffs while bashin' sniff I've came a long way since Biff and Chip Ugh, h**n on my fingertip I put it on your b**hes lips Bell us if you need a hit (EYARR) [Verse 4: Black Josh] Black Josh the beligerant So f**in' ignorant I'm a scally, i'm a chav I'm a hoodlum, I'm a lad With a bag thats filled with piff I was a gun prat That robbed those cats That [?] rides up on a n***as dick I'm on a cold sag at your missus' crib Air max on your sofa Rags i'm a stoner Splabs of the doja Tabernashin to your b**hes tits [Verse 5: Stinkin' Slumrok] [??] I'll be bathing in your change Now the home keep chattin' yes fam The [??] more like (Save it) Sending n***as right back I'm Bellerin on the raider hood Your missus got that brains And now we keep her in the base jar Flying over heads Like when J man got me waved off [??] Momma watch me mouth out of my face I'm still that scummy f**ing nuiscance In that camber crazy [??] [Verse 4: Bisk] I think my brains lying to my mind Either that Or you've got your finger in my pie yo' But I just want to let you know Have you thinking its my b**h to your setup ho' Now I can take a sh** where you live Cos you had to rent a crib Taking pics with the kids (like?) (Pause) You don't wanna see Bisk with a biff [Verse 5: Bill Shakes] Masochist and a schizo Chattin' sh** to my kin-folk Smash a brick through your window Your nasty b**h is a nympho (ha) Blastin' it in her pin hole Roll on squares Go to work with your splab and a signal Afro comb is a pitch fork Vagabond My blackburn stomp that is a crip walk What is that? he's never co*ked a gat He's only popping' caps when he's cracking' a vimto [Verse 6: King Grubb] I'm driving smashed and jackin' banks like Rip Torn Blastin' pigs and crashin' whips into brick walls Tell your b**h the King called Watch your rain transform to a sh** storm Gone insane, rotten brain from chongin' weight Shouts to JSA for proving that doing nothing pays I got a lot of names Job today gone tomorrow Whats an honest wage? [Verse 7: Sly Moon] Yo The one and only but i'm still a phoney (who?) k** you slowly like a filtered rollie (ha) Closest homies still don't know me (ugh) Break in your crib and steal your groceries All I do all day is smoke cheese Then proceed to sniff coke till my nose bleeds Overdosin' on Old E Roll trees Creating smoke screens, false hopes and broke dreams [Verse 8: Salar] Big up the crushed Ritalin, creatine and coke team I want a low key On the pole clean Prole queen She asked me who the f** is Jolene Smoothed it up like - "don't worry 'bout that" Your crews a bunch actin' sound rats Fakest steeze, chasin' cheese in the mouse traps This ain't about that Im in the house like where your spouse at? Those gutter, bu*ter flows I announce that With undertones Covered though Your mother knows [Verse 9: Tony Broke] I end ya with the super eagle that murders souls with [??] My mind thinks sick thoughts From a dark web of lyrics With flows of arsenic and ricin Mustard gas blast when he chat broke on a search engine f** you if i'm offended all you frauds that are pretendin' (blah) Army coat rags from the depths of the skittin worthless Choke your brain with violence Silence those who try and scratch the surface Socially, your arse is where your face is trading places I'm faking legless On a self made trolley And hustle spaces [Outro: Barebase] Do you know which direction to to take at the intersection Do you know which direction to to take at the intersection Do you under stand which direction to try and take at the intersection Can you even understand which direction is necessary to take at the intersection