lyricallyintense: March 2012

MENACE FT K KOKE & EXO (USG) - PUSH HARDER

[k koke]

push push push push harder

we gonna push push push push harder

[menace]

we been pushing from like way back when

see everybody pushing but we push harder then them

from pushing slugs into clips

clips in to guns

they respect this struggle that why this music games ours

are you nuts

are you crazy

tryna act like you don't know

feds try lock up my brother koke like still he wont blow

its like saying water a plant and it wont grow

wait till the kid comes home new flow

then its peak

no room for you to eat

for you fake n****ers

they've been in the game for year still no figers

2 mixtapes

4 mixtapes

6 mixtapes

from the first mixtape

someone should of told you its poor

violate the movement

i'll leave more then shells on the fall

for this lose talk on the net i'ma leave plates in his jaw
little funny boy
twitter killer

little beg friend

f**k what you push
we push harder than them

[k koke]
if your pissed with how your living
push it to the limit
yo can go and get it
tell me if your ready bro

we gonna get that doe
we gonna push push push

we gonna push push push

push push push push harder

we gonna push push push push harder

[exo]

push it to the limit with it
catch my wave and end up in it
koke told me go and rep it
so i had to go and get it

fuck the world and all thats in it
free my soul my heart my spirit
free my brother thats the realist

f**k these p***ys that there finished

usg go harder then them
e x o no pardons for them

go my fam not after the friends
cos i see these snakes and i'm targeting them
cos i built this with my brothers and
all the years and all the plans
all the beef and all the grams
tired of this struggle fam
so i hit the roads
i'm tired of this struggle fam
i'm trying to let it go
i got daughters fam
i need to make that doe
push it to the limit with it
go and get it steady

[k koke]

if your pissed with how your living
push it to the limit
yo can go and get it
tell me if your ready bro

we gonna get that doe
we gonna push push push

we gonna push push push

push push push push harder

we gonna push push push push harder

if your pissed with how your living
push it to the limit
yo can go and get it
tell me if your ready bro

we gonna get that doe

Krept, Konan & Yungen - Go Down South (ft Chip)

[Hook: Chipmunk]
Money going up
Girls Going down
Didn't know me then
Bet you know me now
Don't care where you're from just use your brain
Heads up go down south
Go down south
Go down south
Go down south
Yeah going down south
Don't care where you're from just use your brain
Heads up go down south

[Krept]
Madness, with a bad bitch
Inbetween her buns going H.A.M thats a sandwich
I can have you come in, labyrinth
Handle it, you wont stop bus, traffic
She said im hot chocloate with mean swag
When i horlicks i get a tea bag
Spend 3 bag on 3 bags
Come shot watch the white stick, wii pad
Your girl said she at a seminar
But word to the scottish its my house where she heading bruh
Bare noise when I get in her
Neighbors can't handle the racket, Federer
When I cruise by
They like you fly
Ask the Arabs About The brands That I do buy
I'm the man, I'm the man, Im the man
So she wanna toss my salad food fight

[Hook: Chipmunk]
Money going up
Girls Going down
Didn't know me then
Bet you know me now
Don't care where you're from just use your brain
Heads up go down south
Go down south
Go down south
Go down south
Yeah going down south
Don't care where you're from just use your brain
Heads up go down south

[Chipmunk]
Aiming at your girl got my stick as a trigger
Call me john terry I don't really f**k with n****rs
Tia and tamera yeah i can handle sisters
Virgins know I get it popping, blisters
Telescopes out yeah, you looking at a star
All I do is splash, put me in the water park
No tints on the ride they be looking all hard
Spent a car on the watch why you watching the car
Atleast once a month I be in the papers
F**k me and sell the story you'll be famous
Might want seconds cos im first class right
I can take you on your first, first class flight
She said chip' I wanna beat don't tell my ex
Says she plays dirty over she krept
License to gamble flip a coin yes
Go down south it landed on heads

[Hook: Chipmunk]
Money going up
Girls Going down
Didn't know me then
Bet you know me now
Don't care where you're from just use your brain
Heads up go down south
Go down south
Go down south
Go down south
Yeah going down south
Don't care where you're from just use your brain
Heads up go down south

[Yungen]
Make a toast im finally getting my bread right
I'm in the club on my ones on a dead night
This ting ambers giving me the red light
I be prada-erd off sippin a red stripe
I don't jam man the girl know am donuts
She like yung' man you really need to grow up
I put ma tower in-between her twins and make her complain till a blow up
A little jerk but she really wanna fling
Movin rice to get p's it aint a ting
Food man, i used to have my money in cling
Now my moneys in banks, bada boom bada bing
I do the damn thing
Me and konan in the teegra
And if i dont wear a glove she a keeper
Told this chick of twitter ima f you
What ya think happened when i seen her

[Hook: Chipmunk]
Money going up
Girls Going down
Didn't know me then
Bet you know me now
Don't care where you're from just use your brain
Heads up go down south
Go down south
Go down south
Go down south
Yeah going down south
Don't care where you're from just use your brain
Heads up go down south

[Konan]
Said I'm all about the capital I told her from the start
Heard me on the radio and now she wants my heart
But im all about the paper you can tell by the voice
Left her with a kiss cah I really got a choice
They told me go sick, and I was like we be in
Give your girl a beat, 120 BPM
The weeds got me parro, girls think im shallow
Cause I got so much adz on my bbm
And after my giggs they usually wana party
So i take em to the park and i get inside the narni
Or its back to the villa, she creaming already
Im far from xavi but i leave the bed messi
Got a bally on my top its bringing like the crook in me
Heard i got chips, now they wanna look for me
They know that im for real, just take one look at me
I used to load clips, now I'm trynna pusha t

[Hook: Chipmunk]
Money going up
Girls Going down
Didn't know me then
Bet you know me now
Don't care where you're from just use your brain
Heads up go down south
Go down south
Go down south
Go down south
Yeah going down south
Don't care where you're from just use your brain
Heads up go down south

Political Peak - On A Mission

look I've come along way

still on my journey

i aint even started

acc its still early

millions of place

they aint even heard me

trying to be settled in life by 30

got a couple friends doing half of 30

just the other day we was half of 30

mosa got 18

jj got 14

h got 16

i miss when we was 16

now i got some big dreams

looking to the sky

thinking about josie

i dont want to cry

one thing i know he had love for shani

i guess its just life

but i still think y

now i'm on a mission

road to the riches

i aint got time for the hoes and b***hes

dream chaser

dream catchers

free kdot

a machine clapper

[hook]

i'm ready to go

i'm out here and floating

i just smile as i'm smocking

thank god i'm still on road

my emotions are open

my time has been stolen

its hard but i'm copping

i wonder what my future holds

life whats you make it

if you get that chance dont waste it
i'm still on my job
i aint gonna quit
fans all over be telling me i'm sick
i aint got a flew
i aint got a cold
i'm just tryna get all of my brothers off the road
he wants to rob
he wants to bang
she wants a job
she wants a man
falling off track
forgetting my plan

falling for the fame
forgetting about the grands
you want to buy a house out in the country
you can sell units or you can hit country
you can work five days and get about a monkeys
or you can get bookings go shows out in country
you can live luxury
no need to be lucky
music helps me
escape from the f**kary

remember me for

the times i ate
so when i get rich
moutherf**ker dont hate

[hook]

i'm ready to go

i'm out here and floating

i just smile as i'm smocking

thank god i'm still on road

my emotions are open

my time has been stolen

its hard but i'm copping

i wonder what my future holds

when time get hard i hold her tight
i go left even doe i know it right
man dies and ride the sober ice

loyalty round here dont hold a price

i dont know where i'm going to be in the end
i don't know who real and who pretends
i be looking thought the mirror
it be given me a shiver

i just be thinking about my n****r in side the pen

[hook]

i'm ready to go

i'm out here and floating

i just smile as i'm smocking

thank god i'm still on road

my emotions are open

my time has been stolen

its hard but i'm copping

i wonder what my future holds

till the end of my days
i will always have faith

i will never change my ways
i want to fly will i make it safe
this fair here cant take my place
all these hard times made me brave
forget what the hater say
i wont stop till i made my wage

K KOKE Fire in the Booth

Check my lifestyle
This little white child
Growing up hood, forced to live his life wild
Yeah I might smile on occasion
But look into my eyes you’ll see the fire blazin
My heart is aching, life got me stressed fam
Been through enough now these tryna test man
Yes dan I’ll squeeze if its necessary
Please believe rude boy I’m forever ready
My head is heavy got too much thoughts
Overloading my brain still I do not talk
From young I felt pain life’s not what I thought
See life’s not a game gotta watch how I walk
And watch how I talk and who I talk to
Cah man you grew up wid’ll have you in the court room
Cah friend turn to fakes

fakes turn to snakes

then the snakes haters start talkin to the jakes
Life aint a game life ain’t da same

F it I’ma ride till I got shots up in my frame
I’m shottin in the rain
Hustlin my name

can’t tell me bout the struggle coz I been through the pain
Yeah my life’s real, f what you feel
My Stonebridge man bang bang to ya
It’s true known facts

we do hold straps
And will let it pop off if you wanna chat
And dats dat
If a act flash
Then I make a run when I’m cockin back mash
Cock it back flash
Watch his blood splash
If its dat then it’s dat Kokes taking mans cash
Look I ain’t perfect
I’m lookin at myself in the mirror like Koke it ain’t workin
I’m still hurting
See the pain in my eyes
No lie the fires still burning
The worlds still turning
It’s still f’d up still beef still gotta keep a tucked
I feel cursed still nutten but bad luck
They want me in a box carried by a black truck
So I carry cuzzy I ain’t tryna act tough
I aint proud even talkin bout this strap stuff
I’m tryna get away troubles tryna catch up
Every where I go clowns wanna hear the strap buss
trust
I seen life from a different vibe

pissy stairways
Crack houses and homicide
So try me fam I’m gonna ride
I fry beef not a chief never gonna hide
This street life’s got these old peeps horrified
Cause young Gs couldn’t care if tomorrow dies
I’ve seen hell through my mothers eyes
Ain’t nutten worse than when you see your mother cry
Wishes it was *# wish we had another life mum you done your best please don’t apologise
Yeah stop looking with those worries eyes
We’re gonna make it we have to I promised Kai
For my princess
The first day I met my hoe
Never felt better bro
Made my dick hard in the park is where I let her go
I let her know shes the one that I love
I got her on the roads by my side in the clubs
It’s love and I knew it from the start
I never feel safe when me and hers apart like
Rah she really got me sprung
She got me cooking beef and you know she’s having some
My mum dont like her she can’t stay in my drum
If I was without her my life would be done
Plus she helps me eat when I’m in need of some funds
Shes the main reason I’m the G I’ve become
She goes hood to hood shes well known in the slums
I love her and I need her so I squeeze her for fun
You know it cuts me deep
Whenever she is gone
You need a girl like mine if you live where I’m from
I like the strong hoes pretty with a long nose
She gets gritty always with me when I’m on road
So I like to spoil her
Rub her down and oil
She don’t f with punks cause they seem to avoid her
Shes thuggish she only f’s with thugs
She don’t want my DNA so when we fuck I wear my gloves
Like trust
Shes mine and I’m proud
I got the type of girl’ll have your head up in the clouds
I love it when we bang bang
I make her scream loud
She goes round after round she makes sound after sound
I could fuck her standing up or lying on the ground
There’s always excitement whenever she’s around
For her I’m a fiend if you know what I mean
Before we hit the roads she likes to go in my jeans
She likes to roll with the team
Pretty little thing I make you roll for the cream
Look
So check this when she’s gone I get restless
Cause I need her and I want a new necklace
And she gets me what I want no exceptions

Your pissing in the wind if you think I’m gonna back down
I’d rather grab my pistol and bang out
I’m official with the pistol man down
Thirty goons came to bridge and ran out
I had to tell my youngers stand down
These pricks didnt bring sticks they brought planks out
How you gonna bring wood to a gun fight
And get run up out the hood dumb guys
Internet murderers with no burner
My younger slap the tiny like Ike Turner
Don’t you know we eat beef like a nice burger
Big mac with extra cheese will get your lights turned up
So it’s best you turn your life around
Or end up with your guys in the ground
I’m fed up with this messing about
Its about time we brought this weaponry out
Look
I really struggle you don’t know fam
See a young face with the eyes of a old man
To try and stay alive is the program
We probably won’t survive in this life if we don’t bang
Got nothing but love for my whole gang
Please release my thugs from that coke can
We’d probably all be broke if don’t slang
That’s why I’m shotting O’s on the road fam
F the jokes no jokes you don’t know man
Provoke man hold slugs and we hold man
F swords we bang this ain’t Konan
But in jail get a uh in your throat fam
We all bleed that’s the slogan
Slugs will tear through your vest like hogan
I’m not impressed I’m depressed cause I hold grams
So I slow dance with my to some slow jams
Yeah get it in
Bag grams and start pebbling peddle it
Rob man for the grands and a box of sniff
The glock bangs if a man tries to touch my shit
What fam don’t you know who your fucking with
Swag got me OT got you bitch sucking dick
Money got them looking funny and I’m Fing loving it
F looking bummy these man are on some other shit
These man are tryna cover it
Aint saying that I’m rich cause I’m not but I hustle kid
Slow dough is better than no dough believe that
Solo run up in his home bro and eat stacks
I need that I got a princess to feed fam
So when my doughs low we run up on the weed man
I pull my uh for the p’s fam
Get it anyway all day in the streets DAMN

SB.TV - Ice - Warm Up Sessions

I got a rap habit I try to relax
But then I relapsed and now i’m back at it
Like a crack addict, pants sagging
Ride matching my red and black classics
Mad patterns
Black cap backwards snapback swagging!
Something in my rapsack for you flapjack faggots
I leave ya
Snapback tatted when I clap that cannon
Tryna jump on the back of my Amtrack carriage
I’ll have a n**** looking like I threw a Flashbang at him
Shocked as fuck and free my n**** Nightmare cos they locked him up
Im dropping dubs one after the other like an omnibus
Whats the rush? where you gonna run too when the monster comes
No stopping us drop a bomb on you worse than hiroshima
This ain’t leisure its demonic possession
A lot of my melodic methods are hotter than pepper
Stop being clever
You wanna be better watching my setup
And i’m just tryna find a way out like i’m locked in a cellar
Moment of truth
Cold and abused broken and bruised
Holding a few hopeless and blue like my souls been removed
Notice my, holes in my shoes
Still I glow like the moon
And I was drinking Special K and smoking dro as a youth
So go and fuck ya lyrics I get drunk and livid
And I summon spirits
Like…
You wanna fuck with this n**** then come and get HIM
Ganja resin
All up in my lungs i’m stressing
Enough I Wish I dies so many times now i’m like fuck a deathwish
Ice Kids dead
We were called to this giants address
A little drive in West at 5 to 10
Ice Kid was found lifeless beside his bed
Get
Used to the swagger you better man up
Ca the truth is i’m badder than you and your gang are
You wanna try and run up on me for the loot with the hammers
Then i’m a cut your fucking head off like a cuban havana
Smooth with the grammar
Too cool for the camera
Who’s in the manner?
N***** wanna try and gang up so I move with my dagger
Do what I have to ruin a hat just like a nuclear reactor
Lyrics in bundles
King of the jungle
Akuna Matata

SB.TV - Young Adz - Warm Up Sessions

Listen im gutted I don’t know what luck is
Im making my money double but keep spending it on rubbish
I keep stacking most of my team trapping
Feeling like an idiot tho I aint really been rapping
But i been rapping been slacking in my prayers
Couple things that I should address but I aint gonna say it
Where im from your either broke or moving food here
Me and my brother tryna put 10 down by the new year
And when the girls act we don’t stay we move along
Good things come out of things im doing wrong
I got her gassed going mad over my newest songs
I can buy them new channel bags and them Louis Vuittons
I signed a deal at 15
I just turned 16
No ones spitting this mean making older look shit
See the kids different
All what you done I did it
But if im sitting in the interview room? I never did it
Certain beef going on I think will never finish
Driving throughout the ends and I can see the devil in it
You either win or lose no theres no settling it
Ak just came with a gym bag with big metal in it
The maddest year of my life
So much of a hype
Mad lows were heartbreaking but they cant damage the highs
Bags under my eyes
Bags in my pocket
It’s a money ting i couldn’t give a fuck who’s on it
I couldn’t give a fuck who’s bussing off they’re gun
I want the women and the diamonds and the penthouse for my mum
Got a phone call from my brother he’s back off on the run
Touchdown from OT and asking if theirs any grub
The ends has gone fucked cant afford to slip up
So know he’s got his ting tucked when you see him put on his gloves
This summer me and little baton put it on these stunters
Ducking feds on peds laying it down straight gunners
On the back of the jigsaw?
Big banks laying it down
Non stop lifting front wheel hardly touching the ground
See me in my senior mez
Cost an arm and a leg
Shit is real couple bills when we pass through your ends
Talking to my brother rick thinking its all shit
Tryna get it in, he should be on the pitch
Brothers move mad over girls start moving different
Jealousy and envy start moving like bitches
I ain’t pissed though im on a journey to the riches
I think im more pissed that im openly sinning
Im open to offers need to get out the block
Where man are breaking down blocks wrapping and opening boxes
I made mistakes as well starting to hate this world
You get more years for putting food up on the scales than raping girls
Now how the fuck does that make sense
I say my surahs and go to sleep when my day ends
And if you wanna make some money then go re-up again
Friends are crusty you’ll have to cut a couple of men
Might get bumped and have to cut a couple of men
D’s come open up shop and shut it again
And all these man are fake
Past 25 stunting with a little belt you need to up your weight
You should be stunting in the range your lying to yourself
When your a grown man what the fuck is a Gucci Belt
Im living in the zones where you get murdered for your watch
And I don’t wanna have to bring no burners to your block
2 grand in my bag skidding swerving from the cops
No licence or insurance praying I don’t get a stop
Man are looking like americans your dressing like your lost
Fabian icing me with shit that aint even hit the shops
Talking like they’re top shooters and haven’t even hit a box
Got a quote for 4 5th for that cheesy in a box
Forget the hype i’d rather chase the queen forget a wife
Sitting down tweeting all day you need to get a life
you man are chasing skets tryna get ya jeans wet
Before you know personally I prefer the queens head
The young cannon 16 time to tear the scene
Got my gunners and young loyal brothers thats here with me
Im the future of this rap shit its clear to see
The legacy I just hope you man are hearing me

SB.TV - Cher Lloyd - Dub on the Track Ft. Mic Righteous, Dot Rotten & Ghetts

I’m the kinda girl to put dub on the track

I’m a machine, couple screws loose but I’m running smoothly

Know what I mean, got an upgrade, now I’m more unruly

I’m hard to swallow but a spoonful of sugar

might make it go down more easily

Pick up the beat, put your money on me

I’m not the queen, but I’m gonna be a princess on it

Like premium gasoline, my words gonna catch on fire,

spread through your body like heat

I’m the kinda girl to put dub on the track

Supersonic (OK)

Hypnotic (OK)

Astronomic (OK)

Get me on it (OK)

Electronic (OK)

Polyphonic

Get me on it

I’m the kinda girl to put dub on the track

[Mic Righteous]

I’m the type of man who puts the truth on the track

the future of rap, Righteous!

You ain’t gonna ask who’s that

D-d-d-do you know that already

Are you mad?

Gotta track, got X Factor prepared for the next chapter

I’m back with a bag full of gifts like Santa

But we don’t care if you’re naughty or nice

Yo Cher I beg you talk to them liars

Laugh in the hater’s face, save your praises!

We ain’t got time for that, ain’t got patience

You can’t switch your station,

Can’t say artists just hit the A-list,

Can’t touch this ’cause I’m in a spaceship

I’m into raving, one thing I’ll say is;

Yeah, I’m about to set the dog on the track.

I’m the kinda girl to put dub on the track

Work hard! party harder!

[Dot Rotten]

I’m a psycho, no Simon,

I’m fly with no co-pilot

Oh so grime-ish, gimme the beat I’m so violent

The way I kill the rhythm its peak there’s no finding anything like this,

common Joes shining

I know their watching me like they got no eyelids

Killin em like a baretta when it is,

Are you ever gonna quit then you never live with this, I’m cold

Got mc’s that have Ben in the game

for 10 years depressed and stressed thinkin I’m old

Im a deep guy and highly streetwise

I always speak life just how it is

I’m road

Putting nothing but slugs on the track

politics and class A drugs on the track

It’s not you know how I does on the track it’s,

Chers certified with a thug on the track

I’m the kinda girl to put dub on the track

Supersonic (OK)

Hypnotic (OK)

Astronomic (OK)

Get me on it (OK)

Electronic (OK)

Polyphonic

Get me on it

I’m the kinda girl to put dub on the track

Work hard! party harder!

[Ghetts]

I swear!

Who ever came up with this Idea,

Genius!

It’s quite clear, Ah me this

Besides Cher

I might give her the wood like IKEA

Imma relax like the wife’s here, no

Imma relax like my wife’s here

Let me get back to the music

These mc’s ain’t meeting criteria

That’s why I’m here lighting it up like Times square

Lighting it up like mind flares

Everyone wan talk about wavy

Where are they when the tides near

I lost the buzz but it’s back cause I be the type to put dub on the track

Ratlin - Heart on the line

This a letter to my bro cause you passed away

I think about you every minute of the day

I was fourteen, so young

Got the message and my body felt so numb

So numb that I didn’t cry for weeks

Until I saw your body from then it was peak

Few months outta jail and you passed away

I didn’t get to tell you all the things I had to say

O5′ was a hard year

I used to ask the lord why am I still here

I see you when I’m looking at Savannah

Looking at your pictures made me have to man up

Real love so you’re tattooed on my body

I’m always at your grave goin there is my hobbie

I go there on my own with some liquor

Playing you my tunes now I’m grown and I’m bigger

Killer Hip Hop UK

I remember when I told you that I kick ball

Telling you I’m good that I’m semi pro

I remember when you told me “bro stick to it”

Don’t switch to the hood keep your —- legit

But your death done changed me

Turned me into a man from a baby

Yeah I had to do it for the sake of dad

Talking bout your death only makes me sad

Why you had to go that I didn’t know

But I know I gotta ride for my bigger bro

Been six years now I started rapping

I spit with my soul cause it makes me happy

In due time I’ma make you proud

I’ma let em know your name I’ma say it loud

Big bro I’ma see you in a bit

I love you and bro your the reason that I’m big

If I could see you today that would make me happy

I would show you my plans how to make it rapping

If only I could see your face again

I’d tell you all the things I never got to say

If only if only my brudda

I promise I’ma take care of Anna

Just know that your little bro miss you and loved you soon I’ma buck you

SB.TV F64: Akala - F64

Michael was another that lived without the love of a mother nor the other
Not the story of a brother not using a rubber
Father was a militant Rasta back in the early 80′s
Licked banks built hood schools so you could learn your babies
Of course poser
Jag with the chauffeur
Also sent paper to the rebel fighters in Angola
Cos back then the OG’s understood the mission of the system for planting division in the hood
Real real soldiers
Spirit hustle may be part of living
If you did it never spat it in your lyric
They was training raising bars martial arts kicking a teddy boys ass taking a scholarly class
Mind sharp
Inspired by the Marleys and Ali’s and Panther party’s
Saw the road as a means to an end for real shit they starting
The movement got devoured
You know the system cowards
That Rejected anything thats a threat to the power
Locked up the militants labeled them schizophrenic
Liquid cosh their necks so they could never defend it
The rest
Never been soldiers
Look how they folded
Soon as the moneys involved with
Crack hit in ’86
Lit a spliff with boulders
Michael’s father was a last of a dying breed
Coulda Been the leader that we need but we didn’t heed
With the entrepeneur mind like SB
Our Potential will blossom if it just left be
But Pigs killed him
Not the first won’t be the last
But he made the news the day the trials starts
What a farce tryna charge police even with the footage showing them over his dead body laughing they got released
That’s when Michaels mother lost it
he was just a toddler
Sent to live with grandmother too sick to raise him proper
By the time granny died mum was an alchoholic
And touched the crack too but never recovered from it
So care homes for Michael
Where he kept getting neglected
What becomes of the little boy who gets molested
How does he admit it
And tell the world about his deathwish
Its easier to play hard and just get arrested
Did I mention a genius with maths and science
And finally he’s got a teacher that is really trying
Jane Taylor
Half Irish half from Grenada took this little boy & showed him love and saw what he was made of
But the years out and primary school is over now he’s losing his mother figure again so he’s turning colder
Cos secondary is never steady deadly for many
Frightened by the height and the fightin ever ready to expell em or dispell em
Whatevers in their melon
And of course other youts wanna shank em and shell em selling or not
Every other day your getting searched
When it first happened to Michael
You know his pride was hurt
But their were many many
Felt a violation of his fathers memory
Every time he stood their pockets getting emptied
But all they found was Algebraic equations that he was blazing
He Kept his love for the knowledge dispite his teachers hating
But when your school dinners free
And you can see
Socks bursting out of your shoes
What will it be?
When your elders say pick up this Q make P
It aint rocket science your a smart kid your aiming for a key
Watch how many doors and more legs it opens
Promoting the key to ya never tell you about the doors it closes
But Michael new the cycle and what it might do
He seen enough crashes but he jumped on the bike too
Cos love from the olders made his shoulders feel bigger than boulders
And most of the things that we do we just wanna be noticed
So he hustled harder
Leader like his father
He aint a schoolboy no more he’s deep in the drama
Youngest in the click
Quickest with a brick
Sickest with the stick
Stuck up grown men
Rep getting big
down in Bond Street shopping
Should of been in Year 11
Living like a spoilt rich kid
But even more depressing
Where the trigger pressing take you quickly where your destined
And quickly you learn that’s its sick and just how quick ya bredrins snake ya
For paper and he was no safer
Than any other thug with a stick might make ya
Touch 21 and he seen enough paper
And enough death to take ya breath to your maker
But
Was never that mean couldn’t be seen
Dealing with pregnant fiends
His boy told him the games that dirty
Maybe you should leave?
Plus he got a queen and she aint on the hype
Aint impressed by the bullshit
Coulda been the wife
But when Mike got shift again sent for another bird
Stacey said that’s the end and woulda kept her word
But her belly started bulging
She took the V.O and told him
Its still over I aint raising my yout on the road ting
But Michael insisted and listed reasons why its different
He grew up without a dad and swore that his yout would be different
Stacey looked into his eyes and saw that he meant business
Kissed him and told him she missed but play your positon
She got visions of them living when he was out of prison
He gave his lines to his boys made it an early Christmas
The babys born he named him after his pops
But he aint seen him yet didn’t wanna meet him in the box
So all they got is pictures
Feeling complete without the riches
Having all a man really needs a baby and a missus
Two weeks from his release with the picture in his hand
Another inmate ran up on him with the shank
Tried to buss his throat
Quick reflex
Micheal raised his arm just about managed to protect his neck
They fought and wrestled
He looked into his eyes
And to his surprise
He finally managed to recognise
Little P
He used to take his paper away
He swore that he was such a dickhead that he did it bareface
If you learn nothing learn any dickhead can kill
And everybody bleeds aint nobody made of steel
Little P stuck the shank in
Tore apart micheals flesh
Michael pissed and shit on himself and took a breath
His last
Choked to death on his own blood
Never went out like scarface
Know one ever does in the real world
One bag a mandem doing life
Wasting away wanking and worried about their wife
Who’s bending her over and giving her the pipe
I don’t care who you are 30 years is a bloody long time
In the real world
We have dreams and feelings
When they get crushed that’s when we turn into aggresive demons
Never been saying I don’t get the aggression
But lets not pretend that we’re rebelling
By selling what we are selling and shelling a brothers melon
And kicking eachothers head in that is what we are defending
In the real world we don’t run the road
They run the road
The same people you pay Tax to shit is cold
You think they won’t shot food and make law
This aint nutten new look up the Opium wars
Spiteful spiral inner city cycle
Deliberately designed to
The question is now
Who’s gonna raise Michael