Let It Flow

Lyrics

[Bias B] For 98 Growing up on the line known as Hurstbridge A young kid I'm out to get respect With the flow and the felt nip The ink ???. is drippin' My styles drippin' I'm threw with throwing water bombs At cars and playing chicken So listen, I'm on a mission To be in a crew I got my nibs on the can The local train bridge I make it a view The dupli color ??? Packed up my shit Then I hit the track I'm in the yard no regard for my future Enamel to panel Sunday afternoon, consuming the scoobas Smoking up the ? Who became a full time muller Check out the scene back in greensborough My mothеr divorced my father Then I fought with my brothеr another Home broken I'm alone with my emotions Choking on the years And times change it's strange Going through growing pains To slowing trains, showing stains the memories Always sending me Back to the train track To attack safeway, rack Got jacked for some hair dye how's that Givin' ? a smack, to assault ? Out of court in 10 mintues flat Now 17 graff scene I'm living Mum died of cancer No cure or answer Everything's forgiving ? Trying to give away my stems, cones, collars and grommets Dudes at school were cool The BSK, smoking grasses Missing classes Each and every day The class name of bboys, that blast sounds my way The dudes round Eltham giving all the suckers beltings [Bias B][Verse 2] I wasn't down with the violence And move in silence And now i'm back on the track And spraying with the crylons And plastic coat Less dope inside my system The paint glysening You can taste the paint waste No haste, no hesitation I made a presentation The first rhymes on stage Bias WCA The local with the vocal It's 93, comin' through at the Big Bamboo That's where i'm rhymin' See me every sunday night Upon the mic Come monday, sun the first train that runs i'm on it Feeling like vomtting Promising myself good health Saturday morning raid The bong was on the shelf They said what else have you got top draw and second Graff mags, cans of paint, computer discs, eleven Rolls of film for the graffitti and shit I'm still denying it, they know lying Go to jail I be crying Sitting down in the court room hoping My spirit will abort my body soon you must be joking Imprision me for 3 months of misery 250 hours of community work I'm feeling like a jerk I paid my fines, done my time My rhyme is inspiration For all those days chillin' on the train stations Pissin' on, doin' everything wrong Livin' full on, the years go, I'm beyond being a holigan So, I let it flow for the boys Drinking the piss, smoking spliffs I let it flow for the girls who I've kissed, this is it How it happened, Now i'm rappin', just getting my props Volume 1 of bias b check me out don't stop For 98 about to drop