adam the rapper
harrys bar
lyrics

Man this is a joke

Always like

Ah, I'm so f**ing wet!

Whats that, are it's a pub...

Verse 1

Yeah, I'm sat up at the bar

Hit me with a Whiskey, Mr C I travelled far

Just me and my haggard nag pack and my guitar

With my six shooter, sleeping on my back under the stars

I start a tab out my card

Yeah, a lot of people ask

It's from the bank of under mattress at my yard

I'll get paid later

Yeah that's right, i'm playing later

Keep the liquor coming mate, the taste savoured

Me? Pace it? Well that's non of your concern

You'll eat your words, when the place is full of faces in our bar

Now hit me with another, I can't drink the shadows in my gla**

If I could, i'd have a mansion and a car, now

All I got's this headache and a rash up on my arm

So best hit me with another, I rap badder when i'm jarred

And I'm not due til' after dark, and it's a full moon

Take that bottle mate, more fool you

Don't think i can pull through, without you on my side

(?) rule roosts

I can see it in your eyes that you do too

Don't be fooled by my size, I could school you

Bad Jew Ju-Jitsu and voodoo

Beat you so brutal, you'll be weeping to your *cough, cough*

Sorry, i got carried away

I meant to say, do you do food?

* Break*

"but there's tragedy in all this"...

Verse 2

Hang on

Where's the guy who booked me?

What you mean you don't know, don't push me you rookie

I know all promoter types are crooked, man

I've been about

And I won't make a sound out my mouth until I seen the goodies

Is that a 30 year scotch, let me take a lookie

You know my credits good, I'm booked

I said before, that I write better when I'm well and cooked

Hey you're nice, got a fella? want a bevvy toots?

No, I thought not

Walk off

Girls in this town like Fort Knox

Wait til' I've played mate

And then I'm everything a girl wants

Bartender, hit me with that old scotch

I can take my drink son

I don't need to hold off

Know how far I travelled here

Try to fob me off with packet crisps and a can of beer

Where's the man with cash and that scram

I am famished here

You want raps appearing or me dashing, you got talent here

Once the man's paid, then the magic's here

See me stand on that stage, act cavalier

And amp the centigrade up to Tanzania

Yeah i don't look much

But best believe I've got the good stuff

Getting it frothing up, like a coke can that shook up

You don't believe me, I can see it in your eyes though