Pencil Pushing (feat. MANIK MC & Natty Wylah)

I never thought that pencil pushing was the dream for me Tried to stand out but we was drowning in the scenery Couldn't fund our dreams we spent thousands on the greenery Them family ties weak and they was clouding in the secrecy Them lessons couldn't teach us, families couldn't reach us We was running round the ends, our eyes reddening of them cheese buds They wanted us to conform, all we wanted was to speak up Was trapping out of fezzies anything to get our P's up Lost and disconnected 'till we found the records Started fucking with big L and Bucktown's Smif-N-Wessun Singing I just wanna chill, the art of story telling Daydreaming of the roots whilst i was stuck up in detention Gave us meaning for the first time, fiending for the first rhyme Addicted to the lyrics feeling buzzing when I burst minds Gassed off the ride lifted off that low life Of Jehst and Chester P to spitting lyrics off at show time Check yo I'm coming with it nice Keep it popping 'till my pen breaks Put my heart into the rhymes for the heads nuff said One time for the boom bap Many stories to tell Never thought that pencil pushing would have lead to this Sports connecting quick 'till i'm entering a state where I'm channeling these doubts eradicating pensiveness Pushing out the negatives positive with pencil tips Soak another quill and drip in blackness This scribble visions lashing lines like a crack whip It's mad cause if I ponder cast the mind backward To every day writing rhymes styling free rap shit Back to the present flipping matress To air it out through you've got to practice and blare it out And half the time if I'm honest couldn't care about A quarter of the artists just regurgitating dreary styles But who would've thought it would be pessimistic Should anybody bother ever when it's a petty gimmick Or timid lyrics better focusing on new beginnings Innovation instead of wasting time on your image Yo check Check it how im comin with the Keep it popping 'till my pen breaks Put my heart into the rhymes for the heads 'nuff said One time for the boom bap Well let the ink chase the paper when i'm penning this I never thought that pencil pushing was the fate for me Burning up zoots instead of searching for them vacancies Rebelled against authority failing ever graciously In and out of shitty jobs burning all my wage on weed I never thought the pencil pushing would have paved the way From bluetoothing all the latest grime in my mates estates Blocked doors got unlatched we rip rhymes and run traps Was scrappy lyricism now we scribble with these razor blades Shadey like the star sign prolific like the car crime Unpaid doing empty shows and proud down to bath like Open mics spitting over representing half time Bermondsey to Bow, Southbank to Finsbury Park side Forever carving with this carbon lead Scripting with the diamond tip and chisel with the marker pen It's funny looking back on shows yeah we laugh at them But thinking back on passed dreams it's time we chased after them Lively when the flows tight blinded by the strobe lights But MFTC walk in the valley where the crows fly Council estate of mind the manor where them hopes die Banging home sweet home zig zagging through them road signs And times playing tunes memorise the lines forgotten Blak Twang and keep it UK, is so rotton The hats off often listening to Jehst dropping Louis Parker, Skinny Chest and rest of 'em I never thought that pencil pushing was the vibe for me And stuffy office blocks carrying hip hop inside of me Clash said it's our time, Slumville and Pharcyde Ghetts on that Darkside bringing out the life in me But music never dies nah it just progresses through I guess it's really 'bout expression get the message through To quote a little hook from skinny's bestest tunes "Keeping it forever true"