hervy raps

yeh ryming is endless
i'm never penless
got the incentive
to be creative
i ain't faking
about who i'm dating
i hardly get any gash to be mating
i'm still waiting
for the right time
to get the right gash
to drop the right line
i gotta drop the right music
gotta write grime
feds on a routine check
betta check my mind.

yeah it's a right then a left
it's a fight then a theft
it's a life then a death
Jesus Christ drop the guns.

yeh my head got bust
yeh trust
in cowley i was fucked
feds came everyone dust
me aswell cause i ain't getting cussed
by the feds and getting cuffed
i've had enough
i'm not bad enough
but i'm mad enough
and probably sad enough
to start a fight and get banged up
and be fucking chuffed
and say i wer'nt losing
his face to was bruising
and blood was oozing
but really I'm laughing at myself I'm to amusing
trying to sound nang when i got bang head was booming.

yeah all i want is the time
is that a crime
don't go on blind
don't carry on walking leaving me behind
that is not kind
at least not in my mind
you must think i'm a bin
with nothing put in
ignoring my face not even looking
this is the life of a boy running
away from the home he lives in.

chorus:yeah i can't believe
the way people treat
people on street
there not even acknowledging speech.x4

Yeh I’m like Tim Henman at tennis
I can’t do well when I finish
Writing lyrics
From my spirit
Even if I’m swag you’ll still hear it
Cause my mind I need to clear it
Whether I’m peaceful or livid
No matter how I’m living
Even on the street I weren’t quitting
Yeh I was sitting
In a park
Crying my eyes out in the dark
Writing my thoughts from my heart
Whether life was easy or hard
I still write a bar
To clear
all my tears
of distress and fear
so if I’m swag kiss my rear.

chorus:yeah i can't believe
the way people treat
people on street
there not even acknowledging speech.x4

Yeah we give it
Are best
Lyrics
Success
Were not near it
Not yet
but songs your gonna hear it
Yes yes
I’m making tracks at the mo
Not gonna rest
Listen to the flow
Is it gonna test
If it makes doe
Then it’s all blessed
More lyrics equals success
Less lyrics equals swagness.

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yeh no one loving me
goverment judging me
that is bugging me
cause they ain't ever be
on an estate nah they never see
they just see
the brutality
constant casuality
over drug money
or some other beef
that goes on forever never leaves
how can ppl breath
i mean ppl ain 't breathing
there losintg lifes meaning
yeh let death do us part
lets shot drugs
and burn Are own heart
lets take that money yeh act hard
and be that bully slap that tart
is that a way to a womens heart
having there babies discard
just for the sake of having as laugh
but not imn the aftermath.

better be carefull cummin in our ends
dnt no who your enemys r cummin round the bend
feds r always cummin round here
people somking weed & drinkin beer
better make shore the coast is clear
better be tuff dnt shed a tear
dnt act bad even if thats how u appear
better ceep your crew near
ceep youself in 1st gear youll be crapin your self in fear
lifes bin tuff & hard this week
better go now man need a leak.

jester

yeah my mum will be gone
if she carries on drinking
and having no one
there for her i dunno maybe she needs someone
cause my brothers step dad that prick he's fucking gone
maybe my mum
is just dumb
should'nt of had a son
yeh she used to be my mum
but know i can't look at her i'm just thinking about what she's done
and what she's become
it ain't no fun
for me
she look like a tramp to me
she's nobody
she looks like the type of piss head you see on the streets
every week
every day she looks half asleep
and she works nights all week
i'm like how does she keep
going
how does she keep flowing
and is she really knowing
that she has a problem i've told her but when i do she starts going
on like fuck off it's my money
i'm like your my mummy
wasn't i made in your tummy
not being funny
i'm not asking you to give up your smoking
i just wanna live life like before when we were coping
okay if you go really far back nah then we weren't coping
cause if you dare hit me again punches will be flowing
i ain't scared
now
mum i don't care
i'll move out again i won't share
the house with you
if we have any fueds
and don't go on about how i gave you that bruise
mum fuck you
i've had more bruises then you
so what it's one bruise and you think i'm going boo hoo over you
no i ain't some love junkie
get away from me
and I'm not going kenya
to see that other man
mum your so dumb you don't understand
that man is probably just as bad
he's gonna run away again mum you must be mad
and if he does i'll be glad.

i've been on holiday for time so don't think i ain't been working i was just on holiday enit kool everyone.