Verse 1

Coming of age mister, my bar mitzvah
I never missed Christmas, Jah never dissed us
Like Eminem nigga when he dissed our sisters
Da mic is my cross, so my palms got blisters
Palms crossed by a gypsy, scared like a tumour
Looked back in my history, told me my future
Life mystery is risky, they all wanna shoot ya
Down volumes of whisky, they all wanna mute ya
Turn it up turn it up, let me begin
Burn up da rule book if you wanna win
Tramps wish under street lamps drinking they gin
Fish kicked outa school, sinking dey can’t swim
Tryna beat sins so I’m singing these hymns
These bleak things got me swinging for him
Ain’t got the keys for a beamer, so I’m singing for dinner
Supper, outa lucka sucker, strength bringing my inner

Hook

Coming of age, toy cops to real ones
Coming of age, voice drops and real bombs
Four legs, two legs, three legs, gone
Gotta live your life when it’s on it’s on
Coming of age, toy cops to real ones
Coming of age, voice drops and real bombs
Four legs, two legs, three legs, gone
Gotta live your life when it’s on it’s on


Verse 2

I’m coming of age, like when my blue balls dropped
Criminal in blue too, so we don’t call cops
Dying wish of a chief in da midst of small pox
Keep on moving forward, n pulling all stops
To stand still is backwards, just follow the bison
Dis land for everyone, can’t be signing the rights on
Baying for blood like Tyson when you tell me the fights on
Staying left like Kinnock, but I’m leaving the lights on
Goons fighting, moonlighting n I’m fearing the night’s gone
Racoon sighting got me frightened, da biting is quite strong
Knights looking for da coons n dey getting their whites on
He thinks black is evil, he tryna just right wrongs
A lost WASP thinks he swarmed by the Blacks and the Spics
Black n yellas would be better if they under a whip
Was a city dweller fella, now he live in the sticks
Clip flipped no parole, soul living with it

Hook

Coming of age, toy cops to real ones
Coming of age, voice drops and real bombs
Four legs, two legs, three legs, gone
Gotta live your life when it’s on it’s on
Coming of age, toy cops to real ones
Coming of age, voice drops and real bombs
Four legs, two legs, three legs, gone
Gotta live your life when it’s on it’s on

Verse 3

Goons in cocoons, like caterpillars
I’m a butterfly guy, never backed the killers
Mercenary soldiers, silver back gorillas
Gold hold your soul frozen in the chillers
With the Millers, bevies light moving onto Guinness
It a heavy fight night, drinking never finish
Missing every light right, heading to the red ones
Drink, drive, hookers, only fuck with dead ones
He a necrophiliac and a serial murderer
Victim 7 like Seven n you ain’t heard of her
You heard of him though Killer Joe yo it gives him a buzz
Now he on 11 cuz, so he aim for a duz
Doesn’t believe in heaven, so he living his hell
Get friendly with his victims so he calling her Shell
She didn’t see the sickness, she just needed a fix up
Shot victim number 12 when he having his dick sucked

Hook

Coming of age, toy cops to real ones
Coming of age, voice drops and real bombs
Four legs, two legs, three legs, gone
Gotta live your life when it’s on it’s on
Coming of age, toy cops to real ones
Coming of age, voice drops and real bombs
Four legs, two legs, three legs, gone
Gotta live your life when it’s on it’s on