Datkid Home By 8 Lyrics
Hailing from the South-West; Datkid is a member of the notorious hip hop collective known as Split Prophets. Datkid produces nothing but home grown aggy boom bap hip hop and has the skill down to a T and if you have heard any of his tracks or seen the cipher sessions he's been involved in you'll know he's one to look out for. Not long ago Datkid released his solo venture titled 'Home By 8' which features a total of 10 dope tracks, the album also features many of the Split Prophets crew and is without a doubt a solid release. Check out the official video for Home by 8 below.
Datkid - Home By 8 Lyrics
Datkid
- I take a breath of smoke, let it go, then I take a second toke
- Grab a pen and flow, get into aggressive mode
- Pissed cause I can’t even step on roads, records show
- Instead I’m home with a tag around my leg alone
- And yeah I know I was a twat
- I was out stepping hotter with the coppers on my back
- Then I got another tag and didn’t bother to try stopping it and that
- I chose to go get arrested over cotching at my flat
- And I bet them stinking pigs loved it when they raided me
- Took off my door and saw that I was caught evading ????
- Next day in morning court, make him plead
- While the papers painting to be some crazy beast just to make some P
- But I should have been holding it down
- Instead of floating around with my ???? in the clouds
- Rolling through towns, smashed, with a roach in my mouth
- And a marker glued to my palm, writing over your house
Chorus
- Cause if you’re living as a sinner, then you pay the price
- That’s just the way of life, fuck living it like you aint alive
- So that’s why I’ll be home by 8 tonight
- Cotching plotting with my gray tonight
- Waiting for the day I rise
Datkid
- See truthfully, the only thing I’m regretting is getting caught
- I’d probably do it all again without a second thought
- But next time I’ll make sure I don’t have to step in court
- And get left with a ringing phonebox on my bedroom floor
- Yeah F the law, fuck the judges and magistrates
- Fuck the prosecutors, fuck the journalists and the jakes
- They man are waste, trying to have me ????
- And every time I walk the streets I might take prang and bait
- And all they say is “I’m just doing my job”
- But you chose to do your job, are you stupid or what?
- You’re just a glorified snitch with a uniform on
- That all the kiddies love to spit on when you move them along
- And the reason I’ll hate every one of these pricks till I die
- Is for the fact they’re trying to punish me for living my life
- Fuck your authority, I’ll shit on your stripes
- Then get home by 8, in time to scribble a rhyme and bring it alive
Chorus
- Cause if you’re living as a sinner, then you pay the price
- That’s just the way of life, fuck living it like you aint alive
- So that’s why I’ll be home by 8 tonight
- Cotching plotting with my gray tonight
- Waiting for the day I rise
