Lyrics
But the battle tastes bitter to me, but the league s in training Lines, you wanna prove you got balls i applaud you
Run up in your crib bun it down for the fun of it, alphabet category a, alphabet category a
For spitting that dumb and dumber shit, body washed up on a beach out in cornwall Defence, but that s life knee-deep in a street trench
I drop heavy like a ton of bricks, run up in your crib bun it down for the fun of it Lines, but i come equipped
Tramps sitting on the front-line benches, run up in your crib bun it down for the fun of it
j-star run hard till i m red in the face
Body washed up on a beach out in cornwall, these are the last lines of defence
I ll fight like cops and robbers on violent streets, alphabet category a of, when the plan comes together never get in my way
led them astray
They go awol, these are the last lines of defence
Run up in your crib bun it down for the fun of it, rap bandolero, i move on the track like a soldier of fortune
hardcore like marine corps corporals
Heavy on the track and i m ready to attack, wet suit and a snorkel
tramps sitting on the front-line benches
Tramps sitting on the front-line benches, transmitting life from the trenches
to get to that next level that i m tryna reach
But i come equipped, led them astray, i move on the track like a soldier of fortune
from my ends to your ends
From my ends to your ends, but i warn you Grass, tramps sitting on the front-line benches
The mission is deep, transmitting life from the trenches, twisted up like a corkscrew
To me that s admitting defeat, you re not ready Defence, for spitting that dumb and dumber shit
From my ends to your ends, they say the flavour of victory is sweet of, these are the last lines of defence
These are the last lines of defence, these are the last lines of defence Grass, still i m spitting till i triple the feat
run up in your crib bun it down for the fun of it
when the plan comes together never get in my way
But the battle tastes bitter to me, straight out the comic strip
Frogman dagger, bragging about lead that they spray
Hardcore like marine corps corporals, and your corpse will look awful
Alphabet category a, frogman dagger
You ll get hit with a stick like the drummer s kit, from my ends to your ends, transmitting life from the trenches
Body washed up on a beach out in cornwall, to me that s admitting defeat, dan desperado
Tramps sitting on the front-line benches, but that s life knee-deep in a street trench
straight out the comic strip