Dusty Ivory Songtext
von CMPND

Like my beats dusty as a pouch of pueblo
Rugged as my lungs must be from the amount of blem smoke
I ain′t got no cash to go splash out in Tesco
I rap loud to ambulance sounds as the crowds neck broke
Sketch low collect notes on phones not cheques at Metro
You foam mouth getting off to techno with a ket hoe
Respect though I was there as well but now let's go
Rep shows in a fresh chosen dress code
Telling a hoe to get low

Taste all fanny ain′t just any yatty
My only claim to fame is I played against Dele Alli
But came with straight donny like MK's is wearing nappies
Here with Natty sharing Piffle gang and I'm carelessly happy

And that was actually a rarity
Ankors have me buried deep
Attract the beams to spend my empathy and said release
Heavens sake what a hell of a geez
I get caned then I lay some incredulous E


I don′t do small talk
I might use big words
And I do want change
I should not rule the world
Barely responsible for my own actions
Shrugging laughing just reacting to all the random shit that happens

I stream my life live on the news at twelve
Don′t dare speak out of line because
They'll use the belt till bruises felt
Got jail cells in every sentence spat
While you steal flows and rhymes like a bunch of kleptomaniacs
I′m breaking through the paving slabs grave robbed
Here to resurrect a scene you thought was dead but not forgotten

Live and kicking childish business
Waking up the next day trying to put a face to a name and digits
No fresh trim or a six pack
Still be pimp like slick back
Yeah my ink pad making impacts
Brain used to be sharp like incisors
Till I found out where the drink at
Now I'm sat sipping a cider
Scruffy rugged attire
Looking like Bob from the wire


I don′t do small talk
I might use big words
And I do want change
I should not rule the world
Barely responsible for my own actions
Shrugging laughing just reacting to all the random shit that happens

I bun a big scud you're outside the club
With the menth′ folks
At least four beers and bog roll that's essential
Undercooked CV lacking in credentials
Still we can chew the cud and get all existential

And if your body is a temple mine's a tomb
I take my mind away I lie in wait to fly the cocoon
Wishing Friday was soon
If the weekend was ever different

Deep in water sniffing liquor out from any distance
Sometimes I rhyme fast
Sometimes I can′t be arsed
I′m about rationing that final spliff to make it last

Just for capers like I'm cooking puttanesca
Was a rookie then I got better
Team Jeeps on the tee box souls in hot weather
Out do your clique we ain′t new to this
I take a sip and get rude to kids
Make a fist and we do the bits
Grams quick we get through the nits

Should probably turn back to where the future is
Deep rooted in my genes that's why I′m stooping but I'm used to this

I don′t do small talk
I might use big words
And I do want change
I should not rule the world
Barely responsible for my own actions
Shrugging laughing just reacting to all the random shit that happens