The agitated (ft skuff)-Dirty Dike

[ti:the agitated (ft skuff)] [ar:Dirty Dike] [al:Constant Dikestar] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The agitated (ft skuff) - Dirty Dike [00:02.49]Age nought I was born straight to the stage floor [00:05.56]My moms mates with a audience I played for [00:07.44] [00:07.96]Age four when my dad went to prison [00:10.07]I was mad but untill he came back I didn't miss him [00:13.16]Age seven when I opened that front door [00:15.74]And made heaven from the parent that I just saw [00:18.27]And mom thought it was better if she let him in [00:20.98]It gave me the biggest lesson that I ever lived [00:23.43]Developing age eight I was left sad [00:25.94]I made mates and was graced with a step dad [00:28.57]Twelve years I was already smoking w**d [00:31.25]And felt fear plus the law was a joke to me [00:33.76]So graffiti absorbed my attention [00:35.90]I thought I could mess and distort my reflection [00:38.61]Walked the direction of war and rejection [00:41.14]I scrawled on the desk on report in detention [00:43.66]One four I was thinking school what for [00:46.07]Man I got thoughts plus I could sit about and shot draw [00:48.54]So I bunked of done a lot of graff in enough spots [00:51.56]F**k cops dust off my cash for the skunk crops [00:54.30]It was just a way of life with the mates of mine [00:56.88]Standing in the face of fights and the baitest crimes [00:59.40]I always wondered what my life would be worth [01:01.52]Now I strive with the perks that my life should deserve [01:04.47]So f**k having a job and f**k ladies [01:06.91]I'm just grabbing my knob enough lately [01:09.61]A cunt gambling what you just gave me [01:11.97]Trust you maybe f**k you pay me [01:14.69]So f**k having a job and f**k ladies [01:17.22]I'm just grabbing my knob enough lately [01:19.84]A cunt gambling what you just gave me [01:22.13]Trust you maybe f**k you pay me [01:24.46]When I was born I never did cry I think I might have yawned [01:27.86]Bright eyes shining wide at all the sights before [01:30.21]By the time they cut the chord I was a handful [01:32.79]And as soon as I could walk I was a vandal [01:35.07]I hit the ground running and by the time I was eight or nine [01:37.81]I spend my play time stepping through my state of mind [01:40.47]I was a strange brainy child but a thoughtless kid [01:43.09]Me and my mates were naughty shits some teachers thought us thick [01:45.69]The first time the mic was held I was age twelve [01:48.28]I swear to god I raised hell plus the angels fell [01:50.89]I slay brain cells with w**d in my teenage life [01:53.47]Was like a curriculum trying to slay our creative drive [01:55.95]But I refuse to lose cartoons and ill tunes [01:58.12]And garms is all I wanted that's all I did and still do [02:01.10]I learned a thing or two and got a few to learn [02:03.21]And the rent that I earn son I might just deserve [02:06.18]So f**k crashing in squats I'm up daily [02:07.94] [02:08.84]Not having a job is just lazy [02:11.47]Skuff man will not give up quickly [02:13.61]Trust you b**ch please f**k you tick me [02:16.47]So f**k crashing in squats I'm up daily [02:19.01]Not having a job is just lazy [02:21.73]Skuff man will not give up quickly [02:23.96]Trust you b**ch please f**k you tick me