0:00:03 > 0:00:07My world's a tough world, A rough world, a rude world.
0:00:07 > 0:00:09A kick in the guts And a spit in your food world.
0:00:09 > 0:00:12I could take offence at it, Retire to the bench of it,
0:00:12 > 0:00:15Squeeze my eyes tight, Close my nose to the stench of it.
0:00:15 > 0:00:18Instead I use my head, And I choose to make fuel of it,
0:00:18 > 0:00:21My heart and my smarts Cut me loose from the noose of it.
0:00:21 > 0:00:24My spirit and my lyrics, They let me make fire from it.
0:00:24 > 0:00:27Rhymes are my reasons, And riffs help make light of it.
0:00:27 > 0:00:29This is my world And the words that describe it.
0:00:29 > 0:00:32The tricks and the tips That I spit to survive it.
0:00:32 > 0:00:35And here's how it's standing, How it's hanging for me -
0:00:35 > 0:00:38The slammin' great Gospel According To Flea.
0:00:44 > 0:00:47I'm actually 15 But ain't no-one told my body that.
0:00:47 > 0:00:50This shorty is scrawny, And Dorky to look at,
0:00:50 > 0:00:53And Fat Fuck my step dad Won't let me forget that.
0:00:53 > 0:00:56You're a runt and a reject, You need to accept that.
0:00:56 > 0:00:59And this verse you converse in Is worse than pathetic.
0:00:59 > 0:01:03He don't know that in my show Even he speaks poetic!
0:01:03 > 0:01:07Real kids ain't expressive, They're impressive, athletic,
0:01:07 > 0:01:10But your old man was no man So I guess it's genetic.
0:01:17 > 0:01:21And, yes, I shouldn't care less
0:01:21 > 0:01:23But I confess it's upsettin',
0:01:23 > 0:01:25And I am workin' on ways To aid me forgettin'.
0:01:25 > 0:01:28Gettin' mighty like Mum, Cos she don't let it faze her,
0:01:28 > 0:01:32And words don't cut much, Which is why we have razors.
0:01:33 > 0:01:34Who's this?
0:01:34 > 0:01:36Mmm!Ha-ha!
0:01:39 > 0:01:42Now Mighty's amazin', Which I don't mind sayin'.
0:01:42 > 0:01:45Her hugs are like muggings But I ain't complainin'.
0:01:45 > 0:01:48But her choice in blokes Is a joke that needs changin'.
0:01:48 > 0:01:51Now I started it, Flea, So it's me that wants blamin'.
0:01:54 > 0:01:57I love my little sis, But they say she's autistic.
0:01:57 > 0:01:59I think she's a thinker And the docs have just missed it.
0:01:59 > 0:02:02But I'm scared that he scares her, And I'm worried it's worry.
0:02:02 > 0:02:05She only chats three words And one of them's "Sorry".
0:02:05 > 0:02:06FOOTSTEPS
0:02:15 > 0:02:17If it was just me, Then I could ignore it,
0:02:17 > 0:02:19But I'm sick to the pit Watchin' these two endure it.
0:02:19 > 0:02:21The pushin', the shovin' The put downs and...
0:02:21 > 0:02:22Shut up!
0:02:22 > 0:02:24The roarin' and bawlin' And callin' her...
0:02:25 > 0:02:26Suck up!
0:02:26 > 0:02:29Her flinchin' and tearin' And fearin' her fuck-ups.
0:02:29 > 0:02:31He's wise to her lies.
0:02:31 > 0:02:33Can I help that I'm loved up?
0:02:33 > 0:02:34Hey!
0:02:57 > 0:02:58Oi!
0:02:59 > 0:03:01Flea makes up these stories.
0:03:01 > 0:03:02Been doin' it forever.
0:03:02 > 0:03:04Wants me and my ex To get back together.
0:03:04 > 0:03:07But no-one's been hittin' me, Not now, not ever.
0:03:07 > 0:03:08I walked into the door,
0:03:08 > 0:03:10Which was not very clever.
0:03:24 > 0:03:26Not. Very. Clever.
0:03:31 > 0:03:34(What were you thinkin'? They've nicked him before.
0:03:34 > 0:03:37(He was back in three hours Punchin' the door.)
0:03:37 > 0:03:39You want to keep doin' this, Go ahead, fine.
0:03:39 > 0:03:41But don't use my dad As part of your lie.
0:03:41 > 0:03:43He'd turn in his grave, And me stood there watchin' it.
0:03:43 > 0:03:46Well, no more spectatin'. From now on I'm stoppin' it,
0:03:46 > 0:03:48He throws a fist I'm going to be blockin' it,
0:03:48 > 0:03:50He showers his shit And it's me who'll be coppin' it.
0:03:58 > 0:04:01If your face don't fit here Then it's near a disaster
0:04:01 > 0:04:03The oddballs get fuck all The normal are masters
0:04:03 > 0:04:06But while some kids have targets For arses, poor bastards,
0:04:06 > 0:04:09I'm mostly unnoticed And that's an advantage.
0:04:13 > 0:04:15She says it's a secret And I said I'd keep it.
0:04:16 > 0:04:17What, your hands in her pants?
0:04:17 > 0:04:19You cannot repeat it!
0:04:19 > 0:04:21Took a pic of her tits But I swore I'd delete it.
0:04:21 > 0:04:24If I don't shout my mouth Then I might get to keep it.
0:04:26 > 0:04:29Ha, ha! Yes, bruvver.
0:04:29 > 0:04:32Now, I learnt some time ago, Survival is what you know,
0:04:32 > 0:04:35And kids get loose lips When they think they're un-spied on
0:04:35 > 0:04:37So I get the gossip, The ghouls in their closet.
0:04:37 > 0:04:40Bit o' news I can use, Sent direct to my office.
0:04:40 > 0:04:42You heard about these pills?
0:04:42 > 0:04:44Give you more than just thrills.
0:04:44 > 0:04:48Invincible tablets For actual skills.
0:04:48 > 0:04:50Confidence capsules For fightin' less frightened,
0:04:50 > 0:04:52For beefin' with belief That you're built like a titan.
0:04:52 > 0:04:55Like your skin's made of tin And your reflex's lightnin'.
0:04:55 > 0:04:56Who's the seller?
0:04:56 > 0:04:58I can't tell ya. Unless you be buyin'.
0:05:02 > 0:05:05Information ain't power, It's knowin' how to use it.
0:05:05 > 0:05:08A bomb won't go bang If you can't get the fuse lit.
0:05:13 > 0:05:18Now, I've just seen Wisecrack, And that is a nice snap!
0:05:21 > 0:05:22Oh - yeah?
0:05:22 > 0:05:23Augh!
0:05:23 > 0:05:25Agh...
0:05:25 > 0:05:29And her brother's a boxer, So that won't be my last slap.
0:05:29 > 0:05:32I'll be needin' them pills, Then you'd better tell Naz that.
0:05:44 > 0:05:47Now Naz is the type Who'll end up doin' life,
0:05:47 > 0:05:49Kicked out of her last school, Or so goes the hype.
0:05:49 > 0:05:52She hung some year eights From the gates by their legs,
0:05:52 > 0:05:54Then allegedly wedgied The deputy head.
0:06:00 > 0:06:03I heard word that you're palmin' What I'm in the market for?
0:06:03 > 0:06:06Unless it's a nose job I dunno what you're askin' for.
0:06:06 > 0:06:07Cos I can't do business
0:06:07 > 0:06:09While I'm sickened by the sight of ya.
0:06:09 > 0:06:12Someone give him a dressin' It's depressin' just eyein' ya.
0:06:41 > 0:06:44If I could just grab a tab In a bag, it's for later.
0:06:44 > 0:06:48I like your style, But that's the wrong colour paper.
0:06:58 > 0:07:01Now when it's like this I reckon it's bliss,
0:07:01 > 0:07:03Just Mighty and I And my little sis.
0:07:05 > 0:07:08The clouds always come To smother the sun,
0:07:08 > 0:07:11Weighed down with water To slaughter our fun.
0:07:11 > 0:07:14A scrubber in rubber. It suits you, I think.
0:07:14 > 0:07:16A skivvying divvy And chained to the sink.
0:07:16 > 0:07:19If you had mates to rate you They'd split in a blink.
0:07:19 > 0:07:21Flea's makin' some spends.
0:07:21 > 0:07:23You'd be better off skint.
0:07:38 > 0:07:40MUFFLED SHOUTING
0:08:07 > 0:08:10Now I'm not so gullible To think the unthinkable,
0:08:10 > 0:08:13That one little pill Has made me invincible.
0:08:13 > 0:08:14I'll settle for some mettle...
0:08:16 > 0:08:19A better kind of batterin'
0:08:19 > 0:08:22Which is one where you don't Really feel like it's happenin'.
0:08:27 > 0:08:29FAT FUCK GRUNTS
0:08:32 > 0:08:33Get off me!
0:08:43 > 0:08:44SHE RETCHES
0:08:47 > 0:08:50I am sorry, Flea, That I can't be braver,
0:08:50 > 0:08:54But you will break my heart, If you try playing saviour.
0:08:54 > 0:08:58Putting up fists for me, Running these risks for me,
0:08:58 > 0:09:02It ain't you, And I don't want it ever to be.
0:09:02 > 0:09:05You can't fix it, you know?
0:09:06 > 0:09:08We'll just have to see.
0:09:15 > 0:09:18The tablet didn't make me brave, Or take away or hide the pain
0:09:18 > 0:09:20Or slay the giant, ride his rage...
0:09:22 > 0:09:25So something, somewhere, needs to change.
0:09:28 > 0:09:31Back so soon, little dude? Guess the party's with you.
0:09:31 > 0:09:34Bag up a tab. Nah, this time it's two.
0:09:47 > 0:09:49MUFFLED SHOUTING
0:09:54 > 0:09:56Isn't it strange, How all days play the same?
0:09:57 > 0:09:58You do it, Run through it,
0:09:58 > 0:10:00Then do it again.
0:10:02 > 0:10:05No!
0:10:05 > 0:10:07You practise your part,
0:10:07 > 0:10:09Till you know it by heart.
0:10:13 > 0:10:15Until something explodes...
0:10:21 > 0:10:22And it all blows apart.
0:10:29 > 0:10:30Come on!
0:10:30 > 0:10:31Argh!
0:10:54 > 0:10:55Start with the inside.
0:11:30 > 0:11:31KNOCK AT DOOR
0:11:40 > 0:11:41What do you want?
0:11:41 > 0:11:43That your car out front, sir?
0:11:43 > 0:11:44Yeah. And?
0:11:44 > 0:11:47Would you mind letting us take a look inside?Why?
0:11:47 > 0:11:49If you wouldn't mind, sir.
0:12:18 > 0:12:20Argh!
0:12:31 > 0:12:33Is he coming back?
0:12:33 > 0:12:34The chances are fat,
0:12:34 > 0:12:37He'll be gettin' a stretch For possession like that.
0:12:37 > 0:12:41Time to test his aggression On types that swipe back.
0:12:42 > 0:12:44He'll be sendin' you letters,
0:12:44 > 0:12:46I'll send them back.
0:13:03 > 0:13:06You thought I was takin' 'em? So little faith in me.
0:13:06 > 0:13:09Like I'd lend a hand To the man that was breakin' me.
0:13:13 > 0:13:16The view's down to you, If you don't rate it, change it.
0:13:16 > 0:13:19And if it all feels too small, Knock the walls, rearrange it.
0:13:19 > 0:13:22But no shrinkin' your thinkin' An inch, for a place in it.
0:13:22 > 0:13:24Bend it, extend it, But don't be a slave to it.
0:13:24 > 0:13:27If humans could fly As well as a flea,
0:13:27 > 0:13:29The sights that we'd see, The giants we'd be.
0:13:29 > 0:13:32But we can't jump for shit And that's cool with me,
0:13:32 > 0:13:34Cos my mind is the muscle That's makin' me free.