Gold - Subculture Sage

People might say these days that Sage is done with the dibby dibby dibby

But know whereever this flow goes ill always have nuff skippy lyrics with me

Iv donned this shit from day its how i paved my way while living in this city

Im a London boy, ill come destroy anyone try test just really isnt thinking

Oi Subby how did they know about us

No plan, just jammed on some colab stuff

Roll that skud, because now were known round clubs

Throw hands up we bring that grown man gruff

ITS MAD

People dont know that much about us

It really is so sad cuz

What they know bout the times of the nomad thugs

And beating a man till his bones snap blud

I didn’t really ever want to bring it back to the time

When man was mad on a hype

All he had was his time and he snatched what he liked

What you thought was yours was actually mine

With spray cans on the mind we broke into the tracks at the night

Yes graff was the vibe, just a family of rats on a hype

Never caught coz we ran for our lives

It was fun, give me the mic and i might run

Reminising about times of a life gone

Doesnt matter if money comes in and i aquire bucks

Ill still be that little shit that i was

U can throw me a deal and throw me a meal

Ill still be that little shit that i was

Im thinking to steal ur big bag of pills im still that little shit that i was!

Is that u rudeboy some wasteman dont have a clue rudeboy

Two boys might run up on u rudeboy, take ur phone and both ur shoes rudeboy

What u gonna do rude boy, get eaten up and then chewed rude boy

Get beaten blacker than blue rude boy, rude boy dont act like ur rude

Oi rudeboy, dont watch that

Ull get swung with a big OI FUCK OIFF

Im never catting noones lyrics im always coming with my own

Up and in my zone so dont watch that

I rhymed the same thing twice dont watch that

Three times now fuck u watch that

Four times1 rah hes taking the piss

Lazy little shit, five times!

watch that

Schizophrenic, twist the end kick ur head in

Lit by 10, sick incentive, this the message

Fuck ur life get demented, straight to mad skip depression

Then youll get it

Lifes not fun its just reckless so make the most, this ur session

Pick ur weapon, choose the side which ur repping

Bad or evils the question

Let me rise up and never come down

One round pills not enough for the drug hound

Some found 16 bags so i run round him

Peak… goals.

Slums now sick

Big cheese man never comes down quick

If reckless makes reckless then reckless

Has come from what one man did

Everybodys repping on a movement

Who is who and why they looking stupid

You is you if u recognise and choose it

They will never televise the music

Maybe fake but never none of the true shit

Who gives what fucks, bend ur mind and loose it

2 hits, 4 halfs, 1 drops my new shit