Scars - Footsie

I don’t roll in no bait cars, but I make stars

Out of artists who can see ahead quite far

While we’re getting big, haters get closer

Cheat on your gash, that’s one more scar

Beef on the road, not needed

But it’s down there where you will get most of the scars

It’s round here, if you bread you will get parred

Been through the war, so for life I’m scarred

You can’t do what I do, it’s hard

I’m advanced like A Level Maths in class

Music’s my trade, I learnt it quite fast

Please give me a test and I’ll pass

Don’t act like an arse

I’m E-S-K, I drink E&J

I don’t get drunk off one glass, though

Here I am, see me on the road

Get down from Harrow to Plaistow

Eski

I’m on a path, don’t get in the mix

I’m on a path, don’t get in the mix

But I’ve had no choice, now I’m loading six

But I’ve had no choice, now I’m loading six

Put my life on the line, on the roads I’m fine

Put my life on the line, on the roads I’m fine

Beef is a laugh, all day every time

And you might walk out with scars

This tune is called «Scars»

I built it when I was chilling in my yard

I use Cubase cos I find Logic hard

Man want to test what’s the Logic star

You’ll lyrically get whacked up with bars

Or physically get whacked up with bars

Your mental and physical will get scarred

You’re gonna wish that you never came out of your yard

It’s the Newham Generals, yeah we’re large

Building the levels up, moving fast

And leaving all the haters in the past

And who bad mind and fakers in the past

It’s all bare snakers out in the grass

And in a race they wanna see me come last

To my face they bread me and they ask

«When are you bringing out that tune Scars?»

I’m on a path, don’t get in the mix

I’m on a path, don’t get in the mix

But I’ve had no choice, now I’m loading six

But I’ve had no choice, now I’m loading six

Put my life on the line, on the roads I’m fine

Put my life on the line, on the roads I’m fine

Beef is a laugh, all day every time

And you might walk out with scars

I’m on my way to stardom

Anybody test me on the way, I will scar them

Wanna test me?

I beg your pardon

More time If it’s not worth it, I par them

Cos it’s obvious I bury them in the garden

But they still try to hide out like Laden

Still acting stiff and hard and

From E7, I’m gonna bar them

I’m gonna set them on fire just like an arson

That will teach them for acting like an arse and

Don’t wanna spend a couple weeks in the basement

You’re wastemen, nah I can never face them

I’m gonna spit sick till I fill up the basin

Newham Generals, we come like the Freemasons

Got deep powers across the nation

Like a new day, new generation

I’m on a path, don’t get in the mix

I’m on a path, don’t get in the mix

But I’ve had no choice, now I’m loading six

But I’ve had no choice, now I’m loading six

Put my life on the line, on the roads I’m fine

Put my life on the line, on the roads I’m fine

Beef is a laugh, all day every time

And you might walk out with scars