Little Mr. Grin and Bare

[Verse 1; Dirty Dike] Yaow, Yo So I was living there Sitting in a prison scared Giving it the villain like I'm bigger than the kicks I wear I'm in the system like a criminal that didn't care Ignorance is bliss but I'm still a little bit aware Little Mr. Grin and Bare Riding the carousel Lie on my back and smell life from this padded cell I seen inmates singing when they get beef Literally depressed, seen 'em swinging from a bed-sheet I seen a victim get his head beat, uh But I've never been impressed or seen a need to respect beef Respect people People respect me Vision of the sequel connects when I get free Living in the belly of the beast like Pinocchio Swimming in the telly, never peace when I overdose Smash that All you judge and jury get a slap back Standing in a cage celebrating like Mad Max 2000 and life's like a right hook Eyes in my rhyme book are crying that I write And I might look aside, look at my crooked eyes Bright white as the prison gate slides to the side I, stand on rap in this land of crap It's like life got bad when I'm bouncing back Bad as an aggy addict with an ounce of crack A smack habit in a panic in his council flat Amount to that Never, I'll be shouting facts In a mac where the bad weather's drowning rats [And?] rowdy slags are ragged and are louder shags For getting pissed in a park spitting mouth attacks I'm as big as a shark in this sea of the nothingness CP SMB you can't fuck with this Puffing spliffs so high like you're up in lifts Rubbish tip kids crushing mics with our fucking lips I credit life like my lust is a horoscope I never died I'm just fucked in this horror show, (save me!) Fighting off the devil with a crowbar Peddling my wares like the devil is my own heart Never getting scared, rob a challenger with no mask So dark I left you battered with your own bars My word skill's more rugged than my clothes are No chance of missing, my raps are like blow darts So show heart if your family's true And don't part with your man for the slag in the crew No father has planned what I happen to do My own art is a passion that I actually prove And while you flappin' like a bat in the zoo I'll be sat back packaging my hash in a zoot I'm a rap cat scavenging for salmon to chew In a land full of mucus and planet abuse