Kurt Holes - Slags Lyrics

Step inna the spot with the kicks pristine
Boy in the corner, living life like a dream
North Face jacket, swagger so mean
Spitting them rhymes, cutting through the scene
Flick a switch, southpaw with the pen
Dodging bullets, matrix in the den
Eating beef, rare, with a side of zen
Tuning deceivers, finding out when
Brum streets, Wi-Fi signal low
Corner shop deals, quick on the go
Gold teeth glisten, pockets with dough
Cinema scenes, catching that show
Bus pass, Oyster topped to the rim
Tea with the lads, watch the match, grim
Plotting puns, internal scheme so slim
Jacket potato, life's never dim
Slags on the grind, hustle never ends
London to Brum, messages we send
Riding smooth, never need to pretend
Born in the UK, breaking every trend
Slags on the grind, hustle never ends
London to Brum, messages we send
Riding smooth, never need to pretend
Born in the UK, breaking every trend
Studio sesh, beats bumping hot
Lyrics like bullets, never miss the spot
Topshop threads, dripping with that plot
Late-night pub, stories they forgot
Spitting quick, verse sharp like a shank
Mates backing, filling up the tank
Won't see us, 'cause we move in the flank
British rap royalty, breaking that bank
Up the tempo, ride the double-time flow
City nights, stars above aglow
Crisps and lager, nothing to show
Streetlights flicker, underworld's glow
Subway tunnels, graffiti etched walls
History written in urban sprawls
Fast-paced rhymes, breaking all the calls
Living legends, hip-hop utopia enthralls
Slags on the grind, hustle never ends
London to Brum, messages we send
Riding smooth, never need to pretend
Born in the UK, breaking every trend
Slags on the grind, hustle never ends
London to Brum, messages we send
Riding smooth, never need to pretend
Born in the UK, breaking every trend
Studio sesh, beats bumping hot
Lyrics like bullets, never miss the spot
Topshop threads, dripping with that plot
Late-night pub, stories they forgot
Spitting quick, verse sharp like a shank
Mates backing, filling up the tank
Won't see us, 'cause we move in the flank
British rap royalty, breaking that bank
Up the tempo, ride the double-time flow
City nights, stars above aglow
Crisps and lager, nothing to show
Streetlights flicker, underworld's glow
Subway tunnels, graffiti etched walls
History written in urban sprawls
Fast-paced rhymes, breaking all the calls
Living legends, hip-hop utopia enthralls
Slags on the grind, hustle never ends
London to Brum, messages we send
Riding smooth, never need to pretend
Born in the UK, breaking every trend
Slags on the grind, hustle never ends
London to Brum, messages we send
Riding smooth, never need to pretend
Born in the UK, breaking every trend