hervy raps

there's cats at tha flats
man ar gonna get raided soon i know that
but sum man ar too confident thinking there on track
and there never gonna get caught there just twats
thinking they know everything but they don't know the facts
feds ar patrolling round here to the max
and u wonder why that is it's probably perhaps
they know shit's goin on nah i can't relax
this shit's getting me mad lowe getting trapped
in a system i'm still way to young
wen ur in jail u get forgotten by everyone
people don't even realise that your gone
they find it to easy to move on
they laugh at u cuz ur in jail for so long
i know jacob knows were i'm coming from
he got two years but i tell him just to be strong
no matter hard it is he's got to move on

yeh i roll in preachers
i swear down there's no pussyholes in preachers
man are on street looking fa tha gold in preachers
this beef shit's getting old in preachers
brown and white is still getting sold in preachers
drug dealers need ta get told in preachers
certain shotters will fold in preachers
cuz tha roads ar to cold in preachers
and my man yeh there all just eaters
roll with shanks nah they don't roll with heaters
roll with shanks yeh they roll with cleavers
yeh they went skool but they defied all teachers
now there licking shots but nothing like fifa
selling pills to any disco diva
giving people that disco fever
there's no know how tha pill will leave ya

yeh my dad says
the way i behave
is because of my mates
he thinks there to blame
but that's lame
stupid claim
i'm to blame
anyway times have changed
all those times with fists
shotting bikes and shit
i ain't in that trade i quit
after a run in with pigs
lowe getting nicked
locked up like titch
i wanna be rich
not no broke ass bich

yeh it makes me laugh
people say they'll back it
but then they don't
they won't even start
they just watch punches pass
it's like they can't be asked
i know brears that ain't even strong
but will fight anyone
they go on
like a mafia don
yeh fighting is wrong
but if u start it's on
if you've got a nife and i ain't
you'll still have to catch me then
i'll just run to tha flats and send
all of my men
and they do back it
trust they won't have it
from no spastics
with no street tactics
i don't know ur name
but i know you ain't got a brain
bruv watch ur frame
cause man won't refrain from giving pain

yeh this is a way
to get free grade
but at the same time get paid
just shot the grade
to someone dumb
then get ur freind to follow em
and take everything from them
just make sure they don't run
trust they won't open there tung
the feds won't come
it's easily done
and finished in one
you might get a phone
to sell or keep as ur own
and some money for home
and still have weed to sell or get stoned

yeh i remember down the park
some asians got spark
they were trying to make a laugh
of humphrey but nah
brears bruised fast
had last laugh
boys got sparked
out yeh left marks
i fought a boi
that's behind bars
and next month
he coming out at large
apparently he's tic
bruv he's thick
he's in leeds in shit
in there he probably won't live
and if he does
he'll be a mug
getting jacked for bud
lose all his drugs
gets robbed by thugs
with no love
gets battered and punched
with no food for lunch.

yeh in ox4
i remember having wars
blood gore
and sometimes i don't know why for
my brears gone down
no longer around
he should never of done that nife point robbery out in town
and now he's a clown
facing prick of a judge in town
tryin to make man look dumb
being harsh like rum
most judges are kunts
but then don't get done
and you probably won't face one
on no occasion.

yeah bars are enormous
were true performers
the flats are looking forward
I'm fed up of looking backward
i mean my life matters
it's not ending in tatters
I'd hate being a jacker
cause I'd hate being that blagger
saying no one's badder
then me and holding a dagger
cause i ain't a stabber
i don't have the guts
to cut
someone up
and i may be blench but i ain't tuff
trust I've had enough
the ghetto life it's fucked up.

yeah I'm telling my fortune
out on my tune
out in my room
on bebo boom boom
nuff man think I'm a spoon
but that's not true
I'll tell you
mandem what i do
it's a song ting
no long ting
I'm plotting
bars i ain't stopping
I'm dropping
on beats heads rocking
I'll shut up if it's flopping.

yeah i know this is decent
and that's an achievement
yeh this is rhyme season
and I'm rhyming on reason
teeth are uneven
dentist is reluctant
to get them straightened
he prefers private patients
but my teeth are messed up
so he can get stuffed
if he thinks I'm not doing em
he can get fucked
he gets paid bucks
and partly it's by us
the national health trust
so he better help us.

yeah i ain't no king
on the beat I'm rapping
i've got sheets stacking
folders full to the brim
of rhymes i ain't dim
i need cash
in a flash
I'm moving forward not back
yeah power to the max
yeah power to the raps
yeah power to the flats
I'm a young soldier
breaking through boulders
fighting olders
with my youngers
through all blunders
only 14 but it feels like I'm a hundred.