Lyrics Pencil Pushing - Rebel Kleff , 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"