| Is it wrong to say I’m not a rapper, not a MC?
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| Is it right to say that I’m a writer, regardless of the beat?
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| Regardless of what the media would like you to see me as or lead you into
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| believing
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| Don’t believe 'em
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| They’ll be leavin' to the heat when they leave us, the heathens
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| Peeps say the greedy see green, eat cream from the freezers of the grievers
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| And I’m one of them. |
| Dodge 10, changed man, gone again
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| Forefront of the modern men, it’s awful, innit
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| What am I meant to make of the many men from my ends who’re dead?
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| Some misled and some dumb, it has to be said
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| Use your head. |
| What goes around comes around the playground roundabout
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| Ten times round, no matter where you be round about
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| You know what I’m on about, motormouth, run your mouth, knocked out,
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| move down south
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| And I doubt, you ever thought that amount would amount to the bout
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| You had before you left out
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| There was hardly an ounce
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| You were down
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| I watched a guy stamp your face into the ground
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| There was nothing I could do; |
| I would have done it
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| I was running, guys were coming in the dozens and you had it coming
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| Just refused to back down, too proud, fuck it it’s nothing
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| But guys round here, they just aren’t like that
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| They just ain’t like that round here, you don’t do that
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| 'Posed to stay where your crew’s at
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| Sounds daft, innit, but it’s life that
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| Never been a gang man, I rarely rock a Nike hat
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| I wouldn’t say I’m the kind of guy you oughta wave your knife at
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| So put your knife back in your handbag fight pack
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| You talk strap talk but where’s your valiant bike, I know your type
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| Can’t sleep without a Valium night cap
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| Cus your conscience is keeping you sidetracked
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| Set guys lie flat, flat on the back in a nice flat
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| TV flat, flat on the wall at the back
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| Making ‘nough money off the hood runners running the company
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| There’s ‘nough money running round the country unaccounted for
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| Man are in and out of court, fuck filling out the forms
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| This is nothing out the norm
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| This is where I was born
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| And this is all I know, what I seen, what I saw
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| You heard it before, and probably never understood it more
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| But my scarred mind talks like it’s never been torn
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| So don’t walk around talking like you’ve never been warned
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| I feel stronger every morning, though exhausted
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| I fall flat on my face at the thought, I was moving forward
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| I’ve been walking these streets for 24 years, an orphan, nothing changes round
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| here
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| But the students, half of them are repeating
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| It’s awkward seeing the same faces you knew when you was naughty
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| I changed from my bad ways it’s what stays so then trust me
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| I’m gonna pay for those mistakes, I made her pay for them daily
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| You see, just the other day, the police stopped me and my mate
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| He had an eighth
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| They gave him eighty pound fine and sent him on his way
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| Me? |
| I got nicked and I’m in court on the 25th for a spliff
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| And that’s just how it is
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| British criminal justice. |
| What a great way to spend a few grand of the country’s
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| Stop a couple guys getting the munchies
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| You bunch of monkeys
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| I’m living with a bundle of numpties
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| There must be a whole lot of money in the country to be running round,
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| Putting spliffs out
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| Buying MPs second houses out of the town
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| Another few hundred thou' down
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| Getting excess of 60 million of em who bow down
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| I’m a south bound foul mouth, never learnt my lesson in my adolescence,
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| overly proud, rowdy around town
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| Still kinda tryina find a grinder in my dressing gown
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| And know it’s about pounds not breaking down boundaries
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| And how it might sound from a council house scoundrel
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| Who am I and what do I know?
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| I ain’t no one, an opinionated debater, debating the batest debates
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| I know sometimes I paint my pictures kind of pixelated
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| Seems I’m fixated with quick ways to be paid
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| I gotta make the payments
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| This is not famous
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| This is not Neighbours
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| This is Crime Watch meets Shameless: Poor, With Hundred Pound Trainers |