(No Ratings Yet)A bit different to what we normally put out, but this one’s a classic to us. Been bumping this mixtape for years now. It’s a real motivational piece. Nothing gets you fired up more than this – and not in a a bad way. It’s not…
VERSE 1:
- I wanna see peace, love and no ignorance
- No more militants, everybody’s free, noone’s classed as an immigrant
- No rich or poor, no more evil fools
- We’re civilians, I'm having dreams about kidnapping Blair and Bush and killing them
- The real villains, responsible for all them killings
- See I gotta let this whole world know just how I’m feeling
- My anger’s used to sealing, my spinal cord is over-chilling
- These are my final days blood, don’t think you’ll catch me chilling
- It’s time to step how you build my empire
- Cos there’s bare weak man on road
- And bare lickle liars
- Man’ll show you love now, but soon it will expire
- As they’re controlled by evil and money’s what they desire
- So just watch out, because you’re being watched now
- Different hoodie, different chain, let’s change up your bop now
- You never know today could be the day you get knocked down
- Cos the mandem on the blocks love to hear with they Glock sounds
- And I’m turning schiz. in this dirty metropolis
- That I’m living in, committing sins that are rottenous
- I feel like I’ve been dropped in a pit that is bottomless
- Every time we try to break free the streets are stopping us
- They’re flopping us, bringing in the guns to start popping us
- Then all of a sudden you’ll find nuff dead bodies popping up
- Prison doors locking shut, it’s like they don’t give a fuck
- They got us stuck in this rut – caged up
- Like we’re mutts
- Yeah
CHORUS:
- Cos I came up the Hardway
- Living life ???? scarred me
- Running road on my jacks,
- Dodging bullets and bats
- Pulling in yats
- Runining tracks
- Yeah because I came up the Hardway
- Living life with Cockneys and Yardies
- Man I’m running road on my jacks
- Making stacks off packs
- It’s the Hardway
VERSE 2:
- It’s time to stand up and start to take control of your life
- Cos Death is here at any time, it’s on the edge of a knife
- The streets are just waiting for anyone to step out of line
- Yes any day, any time, any man can be a yellow sign
- And they’re glamourising crime, .38s and .9s
- But .38s and .9s are getting used by yoots that are 9
- The streets have gone mad, and yeah, that’s a definite fam
- Ten man are running up in yards just for under a grand
- Cos man are hungry
- Yoots now they’re going on like junkies
- While I’m trying to break free
- I go mad upon these drum beats
- But dumb yoots going like they’re heavy over dumb beats
- They’re running gums and chatting more shit than my bum cheeks
- Got love for every man who kept it real from the start
- Like Manic every single lyric’s coming straight from the heart
- My man is dark, and to me this ting is an art
- So anyone that’s chatting fart can feel my fist and get sparked
- I rip you apart
- Run off to myself and then laugh
- You see me on the graft
- With my big dog and my scarf
- And we can go by and mandem even barely bark
- A man in a mask on a task to grass these charts
- Hold me back you prats, got to draw gats that clap clap
- Put me on my back and take all of my tunes off the map
- But never that, I got my higher power watching my back
- To keep me up on these cracked up snake cats and raps
- I’m living in dirty flats making stacks off packs
- Running road on my Jacks dodging bullets and bats
- I’m pulling in yats for the way that I been ruining tracks
- Them man are pissed cos they’re lying while I’m oozing with facts
- So draw for your mash, and see if you can draw for my stash
- I’ll put 50 Gs in your head – all 20s in cash
- Pop, splash your life can get taken away in a flash
- So if you’re not ready to die, then just step back and be cas.
CHORUS:
- Cos I came up the Hardway
- Living life ???? scarred me
- Running road on my jacks,
- Dodging bullets and bats
- Pulling in yats
- Runining tracks
- Yeah because I came up the Hardway
- Living life with Cockneys and Yardies
- Man I’m running road on my jacks
- Making stacks off packs
- It’s the Hardway
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Well done on this great attempt of writing lyrics for this song. Here are a few suggestions/contributions:
Verse 1
4th line: We’re civilians, *I’m having dreams about kidnapping Blair and Bush and killing them.*
15th line: Different hoodie, different chain, let’s change up your *bop* now.
Verse 2
Line 13: But dumb *yoots* going like they’re heavy over *dumb* beats.
Line 16: Like *Manic* every single lyric’s coming straight from the heart. (Manic is another member of the Kraftsmen, I don’t know why this part is censored out in the video version, but it can be heard clearly in the album version.
Line 17: My *mind* is dark.
Line 18: So anyone that’s chatting *fart* can feel my fist and get sparked.
Think that’s everything, apart from the second line of the chorus. Let me know what you think.
Cheers for that. We’ve updated the lyrics with your corrections – all sound good. That line in the chorus is impossible! Keep the corrections coming. Peace.