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This ain't the down it's the upbeat
Make it complete So what's the story? Guaranteed accuracy enhanced CD Latest technology, Darts at Treble 20 Huge non-recuparable advance Majors be vigilent I excel in both content and deliverance So let's put on our classics And we'll ave a little dance, shall we? No sales pitch, no media hype No hydro, it's nice and ripe I speak in communication in bold type This AIN'T yer archetypal street sound Scan for ultrasound North, South, East, West And all round and then to the underground You say that every thing sounds the same Then you go buy them! There's no excuses my friend Let's push things forward As we progress to the checkpoint I wholeheartedly agree with yer viewpoint But this ain't your typical Garage joint I make points which hold significance That ain't a bag it's shipment This ain't a track it's a movement I got the settlement My frequencies are transient And resonate your eardrums I make bangers not anthems Leave that to the Artful Dodger The broad shouldered 51% shareholder You won't find us on Alta Vista Cult classic, not bestseller Your gonna need more power, Plug in the freephase and the generator Crank it up to the gigawatts Critics ready with the potshots, the plot thickens Put on yer mittens for these sub-zero conditions But remember I'm just spittin', Remember I'm just spittin' Once bitten, forever smitten You say that everything sounds the same Then you go buy them! There's no excuses my friend Let's Push Things Forward Spilt jewels like Eastern Riches Junkie Fixes Around 'ere we say Birds, not bitches As London Bridge burns down, Brixton's burning up Turns out your in luck Cos I know this dodgy fuck in The Duck So it's just another showflick from your Local City Poet Case you geezers don't know it Lets Push Things Forward It's a tall order, but were taller Calling all mawlers, backstreet brawlers Cornershop crawlers, victories flawless Love us or hate us, but don't slate us Don't conform to formulas Pop genres and such Sharp darts, double Dutch Parked cars, troubles a much with more Bud Let's Push Things Forward You say that everything sounds the same The you go buy them! There's no excuses my friend Let's Push Things Forward. |
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A new day, another morning after
Leanin' back on my chair in a greasy spoon cafeteria Last night was some bit leeriness done our way But again we're back in like a day Chattin' shit sittin' at the wall table telling jokes Playin with the salt looking out the window Girl brings two plates of full English over With plenty of scrambled eggs and plenty of fried tomato Get my phone out about give this girl a shout See if she had a nice time last night uptown Ask if she fancy's tryin' it again some time Then Cal grabs the phone like oy!oy!oy!oy! [Chorus] Hold it down boy, your head's getting blurred I know you can't stop thinking of her By all means, you can vibe with this girl But just don't mug yourself, that's all don't mug yourself (Talking) Seriously Mike, you fucker No! No! No! I mean, I'll fuckin', I'm no way really tryin' I mean I'll fuckin', I can take it or leave it, believe And then Calvin's like, oy You need to hold it down Jack Put your phone back Quit starin' into space and eat your snack that's that She'll want you much more for not hangin' on Stop me if I'm wrong, Stop me if I'm wrong Why should she be the one who decides Whether it's off or on, or on, or off or on? Now the girl's rude, I now she's rude But she screwed right through you, you'll be on your knees soon [Chorus] And I'm like, honestly it's not like that Your actin' like I'm prancing like a sap jumpin' when she clap's and that Oy, do you really think I act whack 'Cause I'm telling you I'm servin' the aces and it's game set and match? Perfectly in control of this goal, I've got the lead role Won't be foldin', I'm older than you told, girl sold, high speed's gold Game over, game over, too cold [Chorus: Repeat 2X] |
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Turn left up the street
Nothing but gray concrete and deadbeats Grab something to eat, Mickey D's or KFC Only one choice in the city, don't voice in my pity Now let's get to the nitty gritty June reminds me of my first ditty played unique Still 16 and feeling horny Point the sky and feel free See, people are all equal Smiles are front and behind me Swim in the deep blue sea corn fields sway lazily All smiles all easy Where ya from, what ya on and what's ya story? Mezmorizing tones rising pianos, this is my zone so stop cloning Pick paper scissors or stone 'cause me and you are the same I known you all my life I don't know your name (The name's European Bob Sordid, anyway) We'll have a dance now see ya later Pleased to meet ya - likewise, a pleasure We all smile We all sing The night slowly fades and goes slow motion All the commotion becomes floating emotions Same piano loops over, arms wave eyes roll back And jaws fall open, see it's a focus Enchanted is blocking the toilets Dizzy new heights blinded by the lights These people are for life So, back to his place at the end of the night Yo, they could settle wars with this If only they will, imagine the world's leaders on pills And imagine the morning after, falls causing disaster Don't talk to me I don't know ya, but this ain't tomorrow For now I still love ya, hours fly over Sail around diamonds and pearls Never seen so many thick girls Discover new worlds, look at my watch can't focus Last two hours are lost every move fills me with lust All of Life's problems I just shake off Yo, mad little events happen Things might pan out in a few blue Maddens are like the toilets Big beefy bouncers out to reveal us Geezers aren't easy first timers Kids on wiz darlings on Charlie All come together for this party All races many faces from places you never heard of Where ya from, what's ya name and what ya want? Sing to the words fecks to the fat ones The tribal drums the sun's rising We all smile We all sing Then the girl in the cafe taps me on the shoulder I realize five years went by and I'm older Memories smolder, winter's colder But that same piano loops over and over and over The road shines and the rain washes away Same Chinese take-away selling shit in a tray Stalk all around I walk down same sights same sounds New beats, though, solid concrete under my feet No surprises no treats The world stands still as my mind slushes around The washer nut bolt in my crown The life's been up and down since I walked from that crowd We all smile We all sing Out of respect for Johnnie Walker, Paul Oakenfold, Nicky Holloway Danny Rampling and all the people who gave us these times And to the government, I stick my middle finger up With regards to the criminal justice bill For all the heroes out and on the way We all sing ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MICHAEL GEOFFREY SKINNER <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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Original Pirate Material
Yer listening to the streets Lock down your aerial Make yerself at home We got diesel or some of that homegrown Sit back in yer throne, turn off yer phone Cos this is our zone Videos, televisions, 64's Playstations We're paring with precision Few herbs and a bit of Benson But don't forger the Rizla, Lean like the Tower of Pisa Liza, I'll raise yer, And this is the day in the life of a Geezer For this ain't a club track Pull out yer sack and sit back Whether you white or black Smoke weed, chase brown Or toot rock We're on a mission, support the cause Sign a petition, summon all your wisdom The Music's a gift from the Man on high The Lord and his children Triple teenyear rudeboys Come rain or snow the boodah flows You don't know? Stand on the corner watch the show Cos life moves slow Sort yer shit out then roll Sex, Drugs 'n' On The Dole Some men rise, some men fall I hear ya call, stand tall now Has it come to this? Original Pirate Material Your listening to the streets Lock down your aerial I'm just spitting, think I'm ghetto? Stop dreaming, my data's streaming I'm giving your bird them feelings Touch yer toes and touch the ceiling We walk the tightrope of street cred Keep my dogs fed, all jungle all garage heads Gold teeth, valentinos and dreads Now, we were verbally slapped up Physically tip-top, spinally ripped up I do the science on my laptop, get my boys mashed up Your listening to The Streets You'll bear witness to some amazing feats Bravery in the face of defeat All line up and grab yer seat Cos Tony's got a new motor SR Nova driving like a joyrider Speeding to the corner Yer mother warned yer to sound system banger Has it come to this? Original Pirate Material Your listening to The Streets Lock down your aerial My underground train runs from Mile End to Ealing From Brixton to Boundsgreen My spitting's dirty my beats are clean So smoke weed and be lean I step out my yard through the streets In the dead heat all I got's my spirit and my beats I play fair don't cheat And keep the gangsters sweet Turn the page, don't rip it out at yer age Move to the next stage Lock the rage inside the cage, Like SK it's New Day But don't take the shortcut through the subway It's pay or play, these geezers walk the gangway Deep seated urban decay, deep seated urban decay, Rip down posters alight From last weeks big Garage night And the next Tyson fight I cook em at 90 degrees farenheit And don't copy the copyright I got em in my sites, blinding with the lights Taken to dizzy new heights Blinding with the lights, blinding with the lights Dizzy new heights Has It come to this? Original Pirate Material Your listening to The Streets Lock down your aerial. |
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