Streets - Has It Come To This? lyrics
rate meOriginal pirate material<br />
Yer listening to the streets<br />
Lock down your aerial<br />
Make yerself at home<br />
We got diesel or some of that homegrown<br />
Sit back in yer throne, turn off yer phone<br />
Cos this is our zone<br />
Videos, televisions, 64's playstations<br />
We're paring with precision<br />
Few herbs and a bit of benson<br />
But don't forger the rizla,<br />
Lean like the tower of pisa<br />
Liza, I'll raise yer,<br />
And this is the day in the life of a geezer<br />
For this ain't a club track<br />
Pull out yer sack and sit back<br />
Whether you white or black<br />
Smoke weed, chase brown<br />
Or toot rock<br />
We're on a mission, support the cause<br />
Sign a petition, summon all your wisdom<br />
The music's a gift from the man on high<br />
The lord and his children<br />
Triple teenyear rudeboys<br />
Come rain or snow the boodah flows<br />
You don't know? <br />
Stand on the corner watch the show<br />
Cos life moves slow<br />
Sort yer shit out then roll<br />
Sex, drugs 'n' on the dole<br />
Some men rise, some men fall<br />
I hear ya call, stand tall now<br />
Has it come to this? <br />
Original pirate material<br />
Your listening to the streets<br />
Lock down your aerial<br />
I'm just spitting, think I'm ghetto? <br />
Stop dreaming, my data's streaming<br />
I'm giving your bird them feelings<br />
Touch yer toes and touch the ceiling<br />
We walk the tightrope of street cred<br />
Keep my dogs fed, all jungle all garage heads<br />
Gold teeth, valentinos and dreads<br />
Now, we were verbally slapped up<br />
Physically tip-top, spinally ripped up<br />
I do the science on my laptop, get my boys mashed up<br />
Your listening to the streets<br />
You'll bear witness to some amazing feats<br />
Bravery in the face of defeat<br />
All line up and grab yer seat<br />
Cos tony's got a new motor<br />
Sr nova driving like a joyrider<br />
Speeding to the corner<br />
Yer mother warned yer to sound system banger<br />
Has it come to this? <br />
Original pirate material<br />
Your listening to the streets<br />
Lock down your aerial<br />
My underground train runs from mile end to ealing<br />
From brixton to boundsgreen<br />
My spitting's dirty my beats are clean<br />
So smoke weed and be lean<br />
I step out my yard through the streets<br />
In the dead heat all I got's my spirit and my beats<br />
I play fair don't cheat<br />
And keep the gangsters sweet<br />
Turn the page, don't rip it out at yer age<br />
Move to the next stage<br />
Lock the rage inside the cage,<br />
Like sk it's new day<br />
But don't take the shortcut through the subway<br />
It's pay or play, these geezers walk the gangway<br />
Deep seated urban decay, deep seated urban decay,<br />
Rip down posters alight<br />
From last weeks big garage night<br />
And the next tyson fight<br />
I cook em at 90 degrees farenheit<br />
And don't copy the copyright<br />
I got em in my sites, blinding with the lights<br />
Taken to dizzy new heights<br />
Blinding with the lights, blinding with the lights<br />
Dizzy new heights<br />
Has it come to this? <br />
Original pirate material<br />
Your listening to the streets<br />
Lock down your aerial.
