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Sixty-Four and Angin 2 by Dungeon Master Shota

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Sixty-Four and Angin 2

Uk Hip Hop

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[Verse 1]
Sixty-four years deep in these Manchester streets
White hair grey but I'm still chasin' that heat
Brass and stone, man, it's all that I know
Red light district where the broken souls go
Pipes burnin' hot, yeah I'm slave to the rock
Every quid that I get goes straight to the block
Brasses on the corner, yeah they know my face
Another transaction, another fall from grace
[Chorus]
I'm sixty-four and I'm angin', mate
Stone in my pocket, can't escape this fate
Brass and madness, it's a tastick life
Fantastic, none romantic, cuttin' deep like a knife
Bradford charge sheet gettin' longer each day
Police informant but I'm lost in the fray
Sixty-four and I'm angin', can't break free
These Manchester streets got a hold on me
[Verse 2]
Halloween decorations, yeah I nicked 'em for cash
Desperate times when you're chasin' that stash
Caught by the feds, now I'm back in the dock
Court date pending, man, I can't stop the clock
Red light glow on my weathered old skin
Every brass I meet pulls me deeper in
Stone got me tweakin', paranoia's my mate
Snitchin' to the coppers just to lighten my fate
[Chorus]
I'm sixty-four and I'm angin', mate
Stone in my pocket, can't escape this fate
Brass and madness, it's a tastick life
Fantastic, none romantic, cuttin' deep like a knife
Bradford charge sheet gettin' longer each day
Police informant but I'm lost in the fray
Sixty-four and I'm angin', can't break free
These Manchester streets got a hold on me
[Bridge]
Pipes and stones, they're my only friends
This addiction spiral, it never ends
Brasses know my name, coppers know my game
Sixty-four years old, drownin' in the shame
Manchester rain fallin' on my head
Should be home relaxin', but I'm here instead
Tastick fantastic, this life's a joke
Just a white-haired man, forever broke
[Verse 3]
Bradford to Manchester, I'm runnin' these streets
Informant for the police, but I can't beat
The demon on my shoulder screamin' "one more time"
One more brass, one more stone, one more crime
Court papers stackin', judge knows my face
Sixty-four years old, what a disgrace
But the pipe keeps callin', the brass keeps pullin'
In the red light district, my life's still fullin'
[Chorus]
I'm sixty-four and I'm angin', mate
Stone in my pocket, can't escape this fate
Brass and madness, it's a tastick life
Fantastic, none romantic, cuttin' deep like a knife
Bradford charge sheet gettin' longer each day
Police informant but I'm lost in the fray
Sixty-four and I'm angin', can't break free
These Manchester streets got a hold on me
[Outro]
Yeah, sixty-four... still angin'
Manchester streets... still bangin'
Stone and brass... my life's a mess
But I can't stop... I confess
Tastick fantastic... none romantic
This is my life... it's tragic, man... tragic