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stig of the dump - what's up? (25/8) lyrics

wake up, hustle, eat then sleep
25 hours, 8 days of the week
h+ll bent on again ahead man
“whats up” nothing but the rent fam
x2

they say there’s no rest for the wicked/
i guess that explains the work it takes just to make my next meal ticket/
sh+ts hard, no need to be specific/
we all got our struggles and we all gotta deal with it/
real lyrics, real talk, real hard graft/
we all fiend for things that we can’t have/
for me it ‘ain’t the car & the large pad/
just a little light at the end of this dark path/
my flag set at half mast for the fallen/
who failed to stay strong and keep in touch with their calling/
nothing in life is a sure thing
wait for ya chance then double up, all in/
when ya chips are down don’t back out/
keep poker faced, bluff hard, work flat out/
never back down, keep pushing forward/
every great mind is tortured its all good/
when one door shuts another opens up/
set goals, keep focused the road is tuff/
quitting’s easy, trust i’ve come close enough/
look deep within, stay true, let ya soul erupt/
wake up, hustle, eat then sleep
25 hours, 8 days of the week
h+ll bent on again ahead man
“whats up” nothing but the rent fam
x2

no time to sit n chill, i keep spitting til’/
the next pay cheque will help me wrestle with these frigging bills/
pockets empty, fridge isn’t filled/
i see the bigger picture no time for the little thrills/
the mission still incomplete/
ten years deep yet its still in its infancy/
and yeah i’ve lost faith in the industry/
but fame is a fools goal. it doesn’t mean a thing to me/
self sufficiency the first target to meet/
that’s why i take stock at the start of the week/
never satisfied with tracks but that’s the artist in me/
so f+ck a manager, a major and a marketing scheme/
its all grass roots, not perfect that’s true/
but im in it for the love not to stack loot/
i don’t care what you other cats do/
that’s you, me and mine grind for the last few/
real heads who love the art properly/
cats who fiend for music and hate the monotony/
if you wanna get rich play the lottery/
i work hard that’s how its gotta be/
wake up, hustle, eat then sleep
25 hours, 8 days of the week
h+ll bent on again ahead man
“whats up” nothing but the rent fam
x2

my eyes stay redder than my letters are/
iron lungs help pump black ink with a metal heart/
grey matters got a slacker penning better bars/
destined to win there’s, no need for ya question marks/
its hard to tell apart the sly amongst us/
while trying to figure out the game like micheal douglas/
i blow smoke into the sky for the hustlers/
trust us there’s no justice its just us/
nuff young bucks try and rap/
grow up get jobs and quit rapping now why is that/
i won’t lose sight in a fight for cash/
no going back like a virgin, after her hymen snaps/
and yeah i love when i go on tour/
but it’s a double edged sword when there’s no support/
trying to stay afloat as life goes overboard/
that’s why i play fiddle, sign on, show no remorse/
you gotta keep up the bravado/
‘cos most nights i sit and think that i can’t cope/
from the gutter keep your eyes on the stars/
‘cos your only as good as ya last show/

- stig of the dump lyrics

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