James Pyke - UP Lyrics

Verse 1 - James Pyke

Rum on the Rocks, Pykos and Rocks
Obviously we have been round the block
F*ck about buck man down at the 'dos
The nutty house could never hold us trust
Unfortunately man a chip off the block
Move cautiously? Na, that ain't for us
Saucin' b with all kinds of stuff
Don't talk to me if you keep on your socks
Whip up the grub, pull up the dub
Holla the plug, then pull out the rug
Man just got a tug, was drunk as a skunk
Breathalysed me and I passed with colours that's fly as f*ck!
Can't touch wood so I touch my nut
Do what I want and get cussed
Yeah, yeah bars go up
P-A-P, wagwan blood?

Verse 2 - Rocket

When them hurdles come I take them in my stride
Swear my DMs pop and I ain't even slide
Dressed all black out 'ere, you'd think somebody died
Do it like me? Ok, I think somebody lied
Yeah my ting is lit and I ain't even try
To get some p*ssy out 'ere you man must need a guide
The way I fell in that you'd think that p*ssy wide
When you try hit that I swear that p*ssy dried
You know it's poppin' when that paper hit that flame
Man R-O-C my don you better know my name
Man P-A-P my don you better know my crew
Shots on shots on shots you better know my aim
Yeah I'm in the firing line and I ain't in line
When they money comes better be wiring mine
Too many lie say they do their job, my CV's good, they hire me fine
There's no I in team, there's an I in shut your mouth you bl*****rt P*****le
Na you can't f*ck with the clique my teams too lit
From D.A.D. hold chicks swallowing kids

Chorus - James Pyke

We go up, up, up, up, up, up
Captain in the cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
We be at the tank, tank, tank, tank, tank, tank
Paper in the bank, bank, bank, bank, bank, bank
We go up, up, up, up, up, up
Captain in the cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
We be at the tank, tank, tank, tank, tank, tank
Paper in the bank, bank, bank, bank, bank, bank

Verse 3 - James Pyke

I am the Father
Play the riddim, got the black balaclava
That's word to my Auntie Marsha, us man are not actors, never went RADA
Holes in trainers, never had Prada
Olders chased us, then I was faster
Hairline's hanging in there, no drama
Respect your r******rt baber
Trying to figure out if I f*ck with karma
Done a couple things that's out of order
Yeah, yeah dropped myself in hot lava
Eat MCs like mango or guava
South London yeah we really on stuff
Don't really know is there something in the water
Must be something in the water
Out 'ere doing what I ought'a
Going then rudeboy do me a quarter

Verse 4 - Splurgeboy Tee

I'm pickin up where you left off mate
My flow ain't ever stepped on bruv
My rhyme scheme ain't a mattress though
So don't you dare try sleep on it
I clocked the ting they're peeping it
If I leave the bed they leap in it
Try borrow end up keeping it
Over use it and cheapen it
I cross my Is and dot my ts
Ain't got time for apostrophes
My grammar's poor, my pocket's worse
But she still saw my qualities
From the back, man knock her knees
I make her c*m on top of me
On top I'm just as good
The skill sets isosceles
My circles tight like monasteries
We keep your squares policies
My loyalty got warrantees
My warrantee's got warrantees
I keep it trill like Wallabys
Them man talking Oppanese
I don't do philosophies
Man still quote my shit like Socrates
Man are 'ard though, 'ard though, 'ard though
Tell me why man-a-man so 'ard?
So trill man don't need no pass
Salute man when a man roll past
My addictions clear like glass
I spit I don't d-d-d, d-d-d dance!
3 course meal like the shard
Hop in the lift, and press

Chorus - James Pyke

We go up, up, up, up, up, up
Captain in the cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
We be at the tank, tank, tank, tank, tank, tank
Paper in the bank, bank, bank, bank, bank, bank
We go up, up, up, up, up, up
Captain in the cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
We be at the tank, tank, tank, tank, tank, tank
Paper in the bank, bank, bank, bank, bank, bank