News To Me

[Intro - Jam Baxter]
Yeah
Oi
It's Jam Baxter right now yeah?
Oi, 2MS, 2MS, (Brap)
Shout-outs to Mr Constant, on the bad boy production
Shout-out to everyone, you know who you are
Oi

[Verse 1 - Jam Baxter]
I guess myself's all I'm qualified to chat about
Sorry guys I've apologised, happy now?
March with a blabber mouth, far from the maddened crowd
Have to bounce, I've got hatchets to batten down
Stanzas to rap aloud (Oi Baxter you're paacking out)
Standard, got a lot of madness to splash around
I'm just tryna make a man named Alan proud
Damn straight rights cos the jam tastes brasser now
So I spat it out whippin' up a fresh batch
Pick it up and spread that, ripping up your vestax
Pull up the tune, pull up a pew
Pull up the roots of all that you couldn't consume
I could list all I cared about in my life to date on the back of a stamp with room left for a smiley face
No time to waste, these high rise blocks got skies to scrape
And these bright-eyed moths got lights to chase
I'm wide awake where are you?
Staring at your pair of shoes, scared that you barely moved
Well I'm there for you, cos I'm weary too
Because living life the proper way is something that I rarely do
I ain't half the man that I used to be, truthfully
But I'm a growing newer breed mutant where the wounds should be, where the wounds should be
They say I ain't changed a bit but that's news to me

[Hook]
I'm like that's, that's news to me
I'm like that's, that's news to me
I'm like that's, that's news to me
Cause I ain't picking at a pixel, I'm moving free
And that's, that's who I choose to be
Cause I ain't stupid I'm loose in a lucid dream
What?

[Verse 2 - Ronnie Bosh]
Since myself's all I really give a fuck about
Other sound, I'm around, Bosh Comma's gutter mouth
I guess it helps Ronnie lodging in his mother's house
Stubbing out another snout, buzzing 'til I'm coming down
Slumping in the powder, yeah huffing up another mound's
Nothing to be proud of but fuck it, I'm butters now
So I stumble out, scrounge for a couple pounds
I ain't tryna make a man named Guinn shout
But, I've had a bad day, sit down
Poverty has gotten me in bins now, properly
I probably owe you an apology
Honestly but bad apples never fall far from a rotten tree
I'm not sorry and I promise it doesn't bother me
I've got to be this Ron Bosh monstrosity
I've been seen coughing up the green in the smog I breathe
It's me wafting in the breeze, a monotony
So what's it mean bruv? I ain't got the first clue
Stop constantly waffling at me I fucking heard you
I hope you get what you deserve to
Please, stepping to me will be your worst move chief
I ain't the little boy I used to be, truthfully
So I'ma bun this zoot and see exactly where the fumes'll lead
Where the fumes will lead, they're saying Ronnie seems odd but that's news to me

[Hook - Ronnie Bosh]
I'm like that's, that's news to me
I'm like that's, that's news to me
I'm like that's, that's news to me
Cause I ain't picking at a pixel, I'm moving free
And that's, that's who I choose to be
Cause I ain't stupid I'm loose in a lucid dream
What?