Plan B, The Earlies - Breakdown lyrics

Look who signed to 679, it ain't no secret
That pussyhole white boy from Gate
You used to beat up
Even though I made it now
I still can't leap up
You cunts just don't hear me
Even when I speak up
Even when I'm spitting real shit
You're still like "I don't feel it"
Make no noise at shows even when I kill it
You stay slating
This blatant hating going on is frustrating
But, I'm still creating and
Making songs regardless
Cause, I don't give a fuck about you bastards
Step to me on mic
I'll eat you then go back for afters
Clear you can rap and that but
Backing tracks don't make you artists
When I play live, I don't just sing and rap
I write guitar licks it's acoustic music
But I still spit the hard shit
I'm on some dark shit
Dead bodies in the boot of a car shit
This ain't no Nas shit, it's dark
Sickening as fuck to rahtid
Dearly departed rolled up in
A piece of carpet
I tell stories bout the darker side of life
Youts getting sliced by the next
Yout with a knife it's not nice
But time you fucking took notice
Just drink to rife
No strife a life of crime is due psychosis
Those man'll know this
Cause they're still going
Through the struggle
In the city not the suburb
People here don't live in bubbles
Don't get it muddled
Money makes you what you are
That's why men you think are
Dickheads mostly drive expensive cars
Maybe I'll blow, or maybe I won't
Maybe I'll just spend my life
Living on the dough still I won't break down
Still I won't break down
Still I won't break down
Maybe I will, maybe I won't
Either way I'll struggle under pressure
I'll cope still I won't break down
Still I won't break down
Still I won't break down

If my time ain't now
Even when my album's out
Without a shadow of a doubt
I ain't pulling out
I won't break down (still I won't break down
Still I won't break down)
Go back? I can't, it's far too late now
Man already hating on me
Plus they know my face now
Less I'm rolling deep or strapped
I can't go back to Gate now it's fate now
Will I fall through or
Crumble under pressure?
My subconscious says this is just a demon
God has sent to test ya
Alpha omega, unpredictable like weather
The only thing for certain is forever
No more living life as if there's no tomorrow
If my time is borrowed
Then everywhere I go death follows
But, I won't live my life
In fear of being swallowed
I accept the fact one day my
Soul will leave my body hollow
In the past for years
I've been a man of constant sorrow
Since I signed this record deal
I've kept it real, not followed
No ink in my lyrics, just blood
Sweat and tears
I've been through the worst years
Stabbed in the back
By my so-called friends and
Disregarded by my peers
Cause shit that's said when I ain't there
Always ends up in my ears
One way or another
You snakes will show me your true colour
And when you do
Every single one of you will suffer
You cunts


So what's the story, morning glory? It's gory
Not only was she raped and
Killed but elderly and poorly
I've only just woke up and
Already something's drawn me
Into thinking dark thoughts that cut
Deep like someone bored me
That's the difference, shit affects me
I can't just feel no way
Turn the page and sip my Tetley's
Sip my Tetley's, keep on buttering my toast
I've got to exorcise this demon cause
It haunts me like a ghost
I'm more deep than most
Some take me literally
Some take me with a pinch of salt
But how big's a pinch of salt?
Man are quietly impressed but still
Don't think I'm dope
Or man think I'm dope and
Everything I say's a joke
All the same though
Be on your Ps and Qs like Kano
Cause when I set my targets, I don't aim low
I aim so my fist connects
Straight with your face, bro
Till it don't look right
Like white girls who wear their hair in