thee deadtime philharmonic - spine lyrics
[verse 1]
where’s your f_ckin’ spine?
here’s mine
same one that you talk behind
but i ain’t bothered, no (no i ain’t bothered, no)
’cause i know who i am
i know where i’m from
i know what i want
i wanna keep on moving on
keep on keeping strong
[verse 2]
they call me b_st_rd son
i’m the product of a single mum
you filed me under scum
b_tt i grew up with love, deeper than any mine
i don’t wanna fight
no i ain’t no local, jack bodell
i just wanna do my thing and my thing is, riffs and vocals
i come alive
it keeps me high
[chorus]
so i pulled out all your lies
i’ve seen through ya (i’ve seen through ya)
i’ve seen through ya (i’ve seen through ya)
you’ve got nothing in your mind
you’ve got nothing in your life
that’s why you talk about mine (mine)
[verse 3]
where’s your f_ckin’ spine?
same rhyme
same back you talk behind
i still ain’t bothered, no
i still keep movin’ on (movin on)
ya still keep chattin’ on
you’re on a badman mind
my rights
how you k!ll my, how you k!ll my time
you hate it when i shine
maradona on the mic
while you’re backstabbing, money grabbing
sh_t talking fools
ain’t got no time for these
plastic gangsters, paper liars
caucasian jamaicans, boy racers racing by
badmen giving me their eye
[chorus]
so i pulled out all your lies
i’ve seen through ya (i’ve seen through ya)
i’ve seen through ya (i’ve seen through ya)
you’ve got nothing in your mind
you’ve got nothing in your life
that’s why you talk about mine (mine)
[verse 4]
where’s your spine?
where’s your backbone, or your al pacino, al capone?
get grave on that stone
robbing money, robbing phones
breaking bones
how come you’re never on your own?
always with your mates that you call your crew
got a staffy_cross_pitbull, a sovereign ring? then i’m talking to you
tryna get at me ’cause i don’t look like you do
your mates that you call your crew
all 3 stripes and ticks, yeah lads you’re looking sl!ck
i’m a little man with big f_cking plans
i cross the land, with a mic in my hand
none of you f_ckers will ever understand
to all you middle class, “daddy’s cash”, glass backs
sh_te on tracks
you say nothin’, you say nothin’, you say nothin’
i stay belligerent, deadtime con militant
so you can vex me, you can stress me
phone me, you can text me
threaten me
but you’ll never f_cking test me
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