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• Artiste: Pegz
• Titre: This Is For Life
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Damn I'ma be old and dirty Fat and bald by 30 And by 70 definitely cold and scurvy Sinking my gums into life or anything as it comes I think I've succumbed to the trick of thinking I'm young It take a father of fourty Make a pass at ya daughter Tried to rap, spat my dentures in a glass of water It's gonna be sad Holding onto wannabe fads But I ain't full of shit, nope That's my colostomy bag Rocking shows at retirement homes This trendy geezer don't know went to quit Like a smoker with emphysema [I'll have amnesia] Forgetting tracks when my thoughts are lame It ain't a seizure I'm body popping with my walking frame Damned to be the last standing ain't no boundaries 'Ey yo Pegz, it's your shout for a round of tea I'll have a breathing apparatus that I clip to my mic And chrome rimmed wheel chair, singing this is for life This is for life This is the long term membership This is for life Dedicated to the penmanship This is for life Popping wheel chairs off the kerb As the world turns a 33 and a third. This is for life This is the long term membership This is for life Dedicated to the penmanship This is for life Popping wheel chairs off the kerb As the world turns a 33 and a third. Yeah Until I got false teeth, till my beard is grey With a fat chain and gold plated hearing aid Kids on the streets think I'm weird and strange At the bowls club, old ladies cheer my name This is for life Making beats for my grand kids Still using MPC's and samplings Digging interstate for Aretha Franklin With a honda jet pack and keys to my mansion Keep the passion, dropping the promo Fans in the front row popping a No-Doz Suffa's got a comb over, rocking a Volvo And still getting love like a pocket of mojo Oh no, rocking at the RSL Debris on the decks, spinning hard as hell My man Pressure at the bar nearly passing out With a security guard trying to calm him down This is for life, brothers need to heed the lessons Pegz and Hilltops bring the pre conceptions [Ripping the microphone till i'm mother fucking 60] This is for life This is the long term membership This is for life Dedicated to the penmanship This is for life Popping wheel chairs off the kerb As the world turns a 33 and a third. This is for life This is the long term membership This is for life Dedicated to the penmanship This is for life Popping wheel chairs off the kerb As the world turns a 33 and a third. Until I'm on a pension with dentures, I'm still gonna flip tracks Till I'm popping Viagra like they're tic tacs Until my teeth are in a glass on the widow pane Its Suffa MC; the host of your bingo game 88 that's two fat ladies, From 88, till I'm 88 Can't fade the grates We'll still be hard rhymers With Debris on the decks trying to crab with arthritis We'll be old timers, cold rhymers with Alzheimers We'll be bold blind as 50 year old coal miners With a suit on, filling prescriptions with a coupon Telling kids I used to hike with no shoes on For 3 hours through the rain and snow Just to make it to the clubs so we could claim the show Till they drained the flow, from my piece with a catheter I'll rap with a spectacular home grown vernacular This is for life This is the long term membership This is for life Dedicated to the penmanship This is for life Popping wheel chairs off the kerb As the world turns a 33 and a third. This is for life This is the long term membership This is for life Dedicated to the penmanship This is for life Popping wheel chairs off the kerb As the world turns a 33 and a third. [Ripping the microphone till i'm mother fucking 60]