(+21 rating, 5 votes)Another exclusive from the Wordplay Sessions Vol 1 Mixtape. This time we’re seeing a very different Dirty Dike taking a step back from his normal energetic style to try something a little more sombre. It…
VERSE 1:
DIRTY DIKE
- Think less
- I live in England where kids get an interest
- To sit sniffing Ket. till they’re in debt
- It's big questions, you’re heading for the sink
- You're wretching in the living room, but cleverly discreet
- Reckless
- I’m giving them the energy they need
- But I’ve never seen the empathy reflecting when I weep
- Aw whatever man it’s deep
- And I never had a beef
- But I sense a lack of passion in your head and that’ll speak
- My friends collapsed and I’ll drag ‘em to the peak
- And cram ‘em full of speed and attack ‘em with a beat
- Till their feet start tapping and I’m cracking at the seams
- But they’ll stand back clapping when they’re rapping back at me
- I grab the back of every man that’s backing me
- And imagine having three grand to splash on what I need
- An Apple Mac, a sack of Valium and weed
- I’ll be happy wacking pads and rapping patterns thanks to Key
CHORUS:
DIRTY DIKE
- I’ll teach a wanker to be passionate
- And actually put the aggyness
- He hasn’t looked or challenged
- In a massive book
VERSE 2:
DIRTY DIKE
- And it’s myself I hate
- I’m 27, still a selfish little reprobate
- I look a drug life and wonder: will it ever change?
- This is the fifth time I’ve moved to find a better place
- No one’s there for me again
- Well I guess my mates will care but then again
- The only one I’ve ever cared for is James
- Shame
- I used to trust everybody
- Loved friends and hobbies and drugs never stopped me
- I’m back in that phase again
- Acting like my brains’ a pen
- And tackling the dangerous steps to collapsing at a fatal end
- I ain’t afraid of death today
- I guess it must be the second failed attempt to prove my brain that lady loves me
- I wonder why these people ever fucking talk to me
- It’s awkward seeing your speech caught between your teeth
- I’m smiling though at least
- Looking like the Cheshire cat
- Or ???? eleven tabs of acid in a messy flat
- And panic when he questioned that
- Paralysis to spread his back
- Embarrassed of my pen and pad
- I’m glad you’ve never met my dad
- I’m losing it
- Listen to how fucking shit my music is
- When all I want in life is a wife with the hugest fridge
- I’ll buy white, sit and hoover it
- Wishing you were here too
- To loosen this abusiveness
- Listen Chris you useless prick
- Grow yourself a tooth to pick
- I’m trying to make the future big
- You’ll die and wish you knew your kid
CHORUS:
DIRTY DIKE
- I’ll teach a wanker to be passionate
- And actually put the aggyness
- He hasn’t looked or challenged
- In a massive book
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