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mowgli – short breads lyrics

[mica]
it’s our hay day me and gill are sure winners
if you’re a k away, we’ll be there in 4 minutes
got the top drawer, top shelf, top boy business
stack up the delf, do the ch0r-s before dinners
more store visits, presents before christmas
hold up a dead pheasant, head severed, we k!lled it
three wizards, cold as heat missing in a sleet blizzard
throw clips in the lake, take bullsh-t with it
don’t bill the chipper, got vittles in the sk!llet
chill, pilfer pilsner, still i never spill a bit

why would i give a flying f-ck about compliance?
so far, so good, even higher than the sky is
way past the pilots, up there where it’s silent
tell the tyrants if they ask where to find us
a forest in belarus with the cast of defiance
with rebels and pirates, jay bell and schreiber
keeping watch with tuvia, leaning on my riffle
i’m leaning like pisa, gleaming like the eiffel
liable to give these guys a lazy eye like fievel
been meaning to clean my beamer, first i gotta buy one
meaning to read my bible but first i gotta find one

we’re students so it’s a given that our gaffs are poor
but we keep it moving, even if our calfs get sore
say i can’t roll ’cause i won’t watch battery
i don’t need to, there’s no clocks attached to me
told us watch our backs, the road stays hazardous
just a couple of half dastardly grafters
laughing louder than two half plastered b-st-rds
because even an fbi task force and a half
hacking and slapping through the bracken couldn’t catch us
years after, hanratty’d still be ambling after us

like farrell at the border, k!lls me just to cross over
got a boss shoulder, i could k!ll you with a cross over
accidentally catch a shot to the snot holder
got a spare hot cross, would it k!ll ya to toss it over?
swear beats were b-ttercup’s, the way ben builds em up
might k!ll a pilsner, but still i never spill a sup
lee drinks his jd and c from a whiskey cup
those who saw fight scene, might think it’s fisticuffs
it’s fictional, really we’re the best of buds
we’ll dead any b-ll-nd who wanna to step to us
best at the festival, let alone the rest edinbruhh
if you still don’t get it, yo gill, go get em bruhh

[ill gil]
lets start at the start way back when
son of london, born in camden
1st 10 years there, last 10 years hearing
“you sound like your from london”
correctdemondo, you got it right bro
10 points for your douchebag house yo
then i moved over to ireland, down to the country
found a house on gumtree, live beside plumtree

now i’m spitting rhymes on this track, buy slacks in gap
write a rhyme, run a lap, arrive on time eat a bap
you’re gonna need a gun to stop me son
no hard feelings one, i’m second to none
in the long run its all a bit of fun
steady pace from dublin all the way to marathon
arrive in italy, arrivederci hercules
bonjourno micalangelo, yo it’s lee onardo

at this stage, i’m starving, supa dupa hungry
for spagetti, or a bit of fresh linguini

eat so much pasta friends tease i’m atailien
don’t sip wine, drink whiskey by the gallon
can’t catch me, i’m faster that a stallion
double the boss that double cross’d trevalon

you know i’m gonna end on a positive note
time to reflect maybe a quote
the man who says nothing will never gloat
meditate to my rap and you might float
beats by ben are mad he’s like dexter in the lab
mica’s flow is sick, strong and quick, like the tick
i’m leonardo, pro chauvinisto, got no game like johnny bravo
guess that’s that, i’m done with this track
if i didn’t f-ck it up they might have me back

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