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letra de all in together - scorzayzee

i can do this in my sleep i’m not even trying
you thought i was dead i was just getting my eye in
call me mrs doubtfire with the iron
not a gun

i mean i’m nice with that mic appliance
you just woke the giant lion
we don’t listen to the news
‘cus we’re not complying
i’m russell brand with the trews
cus the drones are flying
we got science but people are still dying
spending all the money but what are we really buying?
talk about change but n0body’s is really trying
cus we got our own problems at home with a mortgage
and if the kids want dinner they start crying
that’s why i grab that mic and start rhyming
i’m proof that you can survive the mountain you’re climbing
don’t you know every cloud has have a silver lining?
if you work hard and stop the whining
this is hip hop
lemons into lemonade
we move the moon just bring the tide in
if mr opportunity is not there we put up the umbrella up
work out and go find him
if mr negativity throws in his two pence that’s cool
but we pay him no mind then
sticks and stones break bones
but the cold fact is you’re rich if you got a diamond
it’s like the whole world’s upside down
if we’re spinning in sp-ce then what’s the right way round then?
don’t mind me i’m just questioning
if the truth’s out there
you just found them

never bound by time and sp-ce i’m just grounded
they talk about my accent but like how i sounded
i didn’t play catch i played rounders
gr-ssroots i still got the stain on my trousers
came from a council estate they’re like wowzers
on the corner where we played one touch near the houses
hopping over hedges through washing lines and blouses
only problem was tryna beat bowser
now i’m in my own world speak louder
or type scorzilla the gorilla inside ya browser
on the mic i’m def like gene wilder
call me lee majors i kick the grease out ya
pick the right beat then rip beast out ya
rip the seats out and strip the meat out ya
ring ya like a cloth squeeze the last piece out ya
i’m last one that you’ll take the mick out of
what would my asian mates say?
you son of a b-tch
kasme i’ll kick the sh-t out ya

chorus

all in together now let’s gather round
we gona try and get this thing off the ground
if you fall down don’t blame me
are you ready? everybody lift 1,2,3

used to spit raps in the back garden
my friends told me i was on the verge of rap stardom
every track’s a cracker call me frank carson
stamp tarzan and eat him alive cus i’m hank marvin
forget bank charges
comitting bank arson
only joking it’s just the smoke from a blank cartridge
spent my whole life messing about
pulling my hair out stressing about the mess in the house
time to plug my brain back in the socket
press the red b-tton lads then watch me skyrocket

“it’s not working”

“nah give it a sec it’s warming up
now don’t take your eyes off it”

“try pressing the b-tton again
infact hold on the switch is in my pocket”

“it’s still not working”

“arr f-ck it just grab each end
we’ll pick it up we’ll chuck it”

we’re gonna need more help call the whole town
now let’s get this thing off the ground

- scorzayzee

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