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bigare ben - 27years of art lyrics

all i want is clean sheets like am goldie standing on the post taking shots like i’m caslas
we used to stay afloat 8n the shallow now we go deep
cops give you fish and they come for your deep freeze
i stack on on my self chopping heads like a locust
i might be a men living large like pablo but in the end look mah no hands like che black boy is gone bear
gang on gang who cares streets violence they’ll say or he shot back on chase
i’ve seen n+ggas die for bate and i’ve seen n+ggas die for hoes and drinks
i’d rather chop a bong than to die for a drip
i take life as a long strip and am still on my day onе strip
counting on this day and night shift like a prisoner just smashed beers with my n+ggas at midnight
phonеy n+ggas get crashed robbing n+ggas we were raised by ,your uncle was a g the only reason why you live we’ll be respecting his blood why you living like the one you ain’t never stole a penny you ain’t never stole a pen,you should gets your self a job before you gets you locked up…
are!

[ i did i done twenty+seven years of art like madiba
i did i done twenty+seven years of art like madiba
tryna figure out what comes first the soul or the body i live in
tryna figure out what comes first the soul or the body i live in.]
(yeahhhh hey
ohh ) x2

some of my n+ggas are trapped in the trench they couldn’t make it home only made they way out
living on the road until they lay on the side that’s a bad b+tch got that young n+gga dead
living like a toff he got k!lled by speed mad man heard that og rob banks cops shot him down right in front of his kids ,we were school boys in shirts and grey’s
some n+ggas bunked school for the free smoke days got beat by cops when they hit the bando i was at the bat doing drums and art , as a teenage boy eating cakes and milk one thing i found out in the streets they say crime is art when you do it right
my “vase” so good i can “outshine” clive
i got that touch this is why i do art, one man thing in the yard by my self , if i made it back home i’m gone buy that drink pop pour it on ice ,ubber my girl on some quality time or ride with the bros taking fives
at night making bad girls twerk living like toffs…

( it’s about time you listen to boomshaka )

- bigare ben lyrics

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