TEA

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VERSE 1 – Grit from the Pub Floor
On greasy pub beats, mate, this is gritcore,
Rap-musette straight from the back door.
Flat cap on, just clocked out the shift,
Spittin’ truths like a council estate gift.

CHORUS – No Matcha 'Ere
Ain’t no bloody matcha,
This is rap’n’roll, from them blocks and the data.
Nah, not matcha,
Just rhymes on the tube with a half-dead strata.
Ohohoh! Ohohoh!

VERSE 2 – Bent & Bruised
I scribble me verses half-cut,
Or after drivin’ through the rain in a rut.
It’s a pisshead lullaby, mate,
Social satire from a head not straight.

CHORUS – Again, No Matcha Bruv
Ain’t no posh brew this,
It’s rap from the cracks in a leaky abyss.
This ain’t matcha,
It’s spit’n’grime in a leccy carriage saga.
Ohohoh! Ohohoh!

BRIDGE – Boozer Philosophy
Didn’t catch the vibe, mate?
In the boozer, there’s no first rate.
Just red wine stains on your fake Stoney,
A benny and a sloppy smash on a tray.

VERSE 3 – Soul Draggin’
I’m draggin’ me dread down to me boots,
These rhymes’re for birds who still wear leopard suits.
I spit for the old (bip) and the nutters,
This is the raptor’s pub – lock the shutters.

CHORUS – Final Pint of It
Ain’t no fookin’ matcha,
It’s rap’n’roll, mate, straight out the gaffa.
Not your green-leaf fancy crap,
Just lines from the metro and a four-pack nap.
Ohohoh! Ohohoh!