Nothing Songtext
von Ronnie Bosh

You′re not afraid are you?

I tried to make a change for the better
Save a little cheddar for the wet and cold weather
I guess there's no pleasure if you never know pressure
Wonder whether you′ll drop like a stone or a feather

And if you ever see the professional dweller
Try and keep it on a lock like a sket in a cellar
I got peng perennial petals sprinkled from a great height
You will never catch me where the snakes bite
Take my word as gospel, smoke burns my nostrils
That's why I'm treating the whole world as hostile
What fool? Bosh moves mysterious, serious
That′s why the people appreciate when they′re hearing this
Ronnie the imperious, turning bitches delirious
Been in it for a decade, better try another year at this

I'm appearing with my crack squad of mad dogs
Brown and aromatic like a fat rock of hash pot


More skewers of diced beef it might be
Pork using their high beams to try see
It′s unlikely you could ever find me
I'm tucked up nice with my wifey, nightly
Right, seen, have a tug on the other one
Still only thirty-some summers done
Fucking up, cut and run cousin
There′s something up coming
Or maybe just another dunce bluffing
It's nothing

Man stop touching mic, hands off
Screwing looking muggy ′cause your clans soft
Damn what? You planned not for what you're faced with
Face it, you're two twos, I′m two aces
Basically your shit is wastage
Chatted your faff and didn′t rate it
Only left me kind of irritated
So even if you think it's time for you to slip away quick
You′re incapable of escaping the ape upon your tape strips

Why take piss? Package it and sell it
The lack of any competition's damaging my ethic

I shouldn′t let it
My HF warriors are glorious
The UK's most notorious, I make it look laborious
Known to flow like the hard liquor you pour in us
Half pissed on a touring bus
Can′t shift all the awkwardness
Come and walk with us
The unsub running up on eardrums, torturous


More skewers of diced beef it might be
Pork using their high beams to try see
It's unlikely you could ever find me
I'm tucked up nice with my wifey, nightly
Right, seen, have a tug on the other one
Still only thirty-some summers done
Fucking up, cut and run cousin
There′s something up coming
Or maybe just another dunce bluffing
It′s nothing

It's nothing like you ever thought it might be
Living out your pipe dreams
Deconstructing demons in your psyche
Victim of your mind speech

I′ve been doing this music thing since my crew was spitting
"You should lick the lighties"
Why's he working nine to five? Please tell me
Psy speeds got me trying to write these LPs
The well meaning self beating with a pen and pad
We tell secrets, sell feelings, stay dipping that
Pedal back cycle through the puzzles in your synapses
Climactic then suddenly the time lapses and winds backwards

Find facts from the heights that you knew
What ensued when you lied, wankers
Blind, anxious and tied to your prejudice
Awkward to talk, more stone than a megalith
Yes it is the pessimist RB, no sending it past me
Tales of a messy visage you can′t read

More skewers of diced beef it might be
Pork using their high beams to try see
It's unlikely you could ever find me
I′m tucked up nice with my wifey, nightly
Right, seen, have a tug on the other one
Still only thirty-some summers done
Fucking up, cut and run cousin
There's something up coming
Or maybe just another dunce bluffing
It's nothing