Verse 1

Writing rap songs for Saxons, bros say I’m too deep
Zim Zimma nigga pass me the keys to my Jeep
Paying penalties how, just tryna stay on my feet
Yuppies loving me now, ain’t spent a day in the street
Puppies peddling chow, wow, one eye on the sow
Like a Cyclops, spy cops, then niggaz’ll row
Beef over burglars, murders, ain’t no burgers and cows
Tryna get the herds further than the curb will allow
Sub categories urban, so the buyers suburban
Real story steel factory shut eye on the curtain
So I rap for the workers who carry the burden
Cos when they take over Rovers how you carry on working?
Not hating on Germans, yo this problem is global
Shops cropped too even Sainsbury’s is Local
They chat a lot of shit, but politicians ain’t vocal
Fuck a vicious circle, smack it straight out da Oval

Verse 2

Roll with hustlers and addicts pouring beer on the pavement
Thinking where the days went, I ain’t making no statement
Bait state of the nation, see the hate and it’s blatant
Fornicating with this paper like I’m dating with Satan
Always tried to be original like taking a patent
People dying solitaire so we losing our patients
Put a few hollers there be improving your ratings, holla, holla
Yeah for the dollar you chasing
Tramps in the street sleep adjacent to Jason
Are the noughts really noughts? Da problems we facing
Spoon fed politicians and the silver they tasting
Wanna free all the prisons for the lives that they wasting
Locked him up, cops rich off a key
Been a dog, four pups, and he only 23
Life’s a bitch for his kids, cos he never got to see dad
Ain’t no rehab, now his son’s in a Jihad




Verse 3

Not Afro-Caribbean, I’m an African
What you laughing on, what you laughing at?
A wolf still a wolf if you take it out it’s habitat
Red, Black and Green, stack p’s where’s cabbage at?
Disputing borders? Yes sir like Arafat
Shooting orders? No sir not having that
Child soldiers led by older cats
Devil mould ya, get you to hold a gat
Omar Epps Gone In Too Deep
Slept on my style, I work when you sleep
You want club music, you want club beats?
‘It was all a dream’ should be seen like Keats
The poetry showing that I’m here for a reason
Logic projects, got me dodging the demons
Lost at sea cos ain’t raising our semen
Blood of a slave, but you praising a free man