(+2 rating, 2 votes)HUUUUUUUUUUGE song by three of the greatest names in UK Hip Hop.
VERSE 1:
KYZA
- Night time vultures hidden in the dark of the shadows
- Eyes red, night vision sharper than arrows
- Tools in my hand cause I'm parrow
- Prang cause I've seen many man get hanged from the gallows
- Out there man'll teef the wheels off your barrow
- Deep things happen when people think shallow
- Jail birds trapped in a cell, doing a sparrow
- Raggo, enough to put a spark in your marrow
- Street thieves dip in a wallet for tek a man's dough
- Plans so nippy you won't see where their hands go
- Man toast liquor and drink it over man’s golds
- Jankrows perching right out on top of the lampposts
- Tramps hold paper bags with a Tenants
- Drunk bredders stumbling home totally redders
- Foreign beggars seek change, heavily preggers
- Fellas getting wet up for their Avirex leathers
- As I roam in the street my arms and my shoulders are weak
- And pain flows through the soles of my feet
- And a place called home isn't sweet
- Coppers watch you like Jones on the beat
- With cold stares full of frozen deceit
- I wonder what they hope to achieve
- By grabbing me up by coat and my sleeve
- People chat my name, quoting my speech
- My mind flows slow when I dream
- And I can hear myself moan in my sleep
- Cold followers showing no tolerance for foreigners
- They're lost in their lives of sick pride and a swastika
- Hard cases, racist scar faces
- Filled with dark hatred
- Looking for arms, blatant
- Half my spars blazed, my marge is half sane
- My father’s last name was bastard
- Past playing to ease my hearts pain I chant and start praying
- To calm the fast flames that mark the last days
VERSE 2:
JEHST
- In the pool of dead black sirens, penetrate the silence
- Blinding lights shining, dilate the iris
- Drivers shot hybrids and clock mileage
- Deep in the dawnlight, heavy on the eyelids
- Bevy by my side, I write this
- Pennies on my mind, I might switch
- High like I'm probably psychic
- Twisting up quality Thai stick
- Ital visions of the dominant mind trick
- Eyes on the hourglass watching the time slip
- Poverty strikes quick
- The Nike tick got everyone in a tight grip
- A clenched fist
- Defenceless tense kids turn henchmen to death wish
- I bleach it when my friends exit my bed, sit and bill a next spliff
- Mute News 24 to escape the madness
- And wake up travelling on snakes and ladders
- Grappling with knaves and blaggers
- Bandits with blades and daggers
- Taggers, Jack-the-lads getting blazed and bladdered
- Same as standard
- Vagrants with organ damage, worn and ragged
- Their clothes all torn and tattered
- It's the warzone
- It's reporters that are causing panic
- Phone taps crackle with distortion to static
- White collar hackers up tapping on laptops
- Good cops, bad cops
- Bankrupt gang boss
- Smashing the padlock on his stash box
- Contraband cash crops and crooks that cook crack rocks
- Drunks gather in the back of kebab shops to shot beer
- Knock-off brand names and hot gear
VERSE 3:
KLASHNEKOFF
- Who's gonna tell the truth to the youths?
- Will it be you?
- Will it be me?
- Or will you leave it to the schools to instil twisted rules?
- Maybe you’re confused, perspective of views
- But all I see (all I see is)
- Bare youths killing youths for the love of the loot
- It's like Beirut: mini Berettas and vendettas
- Part time dappers
- Aya Napa slappers trying to catch us
- But can't trap us
- Little schemers attracted to cash and chaps with chapparitas
- Sending chaps to come and cap you in your Beemers
- Friends turned demons
- Trapped behind bars for twelve seasons
- While his baby’s mother cries freedom
- Dreaming of the day she can flee from the region and begin again like Eden
- Escape Babylon and leave behind the demons
- Dodgy dealings
- Crack fanatics feigning
- Fed's screwing, they're brewing
- Can't keep tabs on what I'm doing
- Take ten taxi cabs just to keep them off track
- Lone wolf on my jacks, roam rogue like a ridgeback
- Shabby chap, I walk aggy with a hunchback
- Feeling insecure with my thoughts impure
- This city's sick like disease and it can't be cured
- Top dogs say the word and have you killed from abroad
- I bring fire for you fassies and battyman Barrymores
- No remorse
- Bareback I ride rhythm like a horse
- Strike, I attack your source like Dettol force
- Many say I'm too coarse, but of course life's harsh
- Living in a manor with mans with no regards and no regrets
- Top shotters and skets
- As times advance past I slowly regress
- Exhale stress to get things off my chest
- Put my heart into the rhyme for the heads, nuff said
- Nuff dead, nuff bled, nuff fled
- The few that remain their brains are stained with the bloodshed
- I play the edge and stay nippy like peds
- And blaze ziggy on the regs
- Knowing to myself that it's keeping me supressed (so supressed)
- Plus, my dad blazed till his lungs were deprived of breath
- Yo I walk the same path following his footsteps
- Trapped in the quest for the physical flesh
- I digest food for thought from the biblical text
- Because all jah-jah bless may no pussy test
- Klashnekoff, Kyza and Jehst
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Such an ill tune. Some gaps:
“Man toast liqueur and drink it over man’s golds”
“Tramps hold paper bags with a Tenants”
Yeah this tune’s heavy! Cheers for the corrections. Lyrics updated.