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Turn The Page Lyrics:
That's it, Turn the page on the day, walk away
Cos they're sensing what I say
I'm 45th generation Roman
But I don't know 'em
Or care when I'm spitting
So return to your sitting position and listen
It's fitting
I'm miles ahead and they chase me
Show yer face on TV, then we'll see
Yer can't do half, my crew laughs
At yer rhubarb and custard verses
Yer rain down curses but I'm waving,
Yer hearse is driving by
Streets riding high, with the beats in the sky
All stare, eyes glazed
Garage burnt down, the fire raged
For 40 days and in 40 ways
But through the blaze they see it fade
The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces
Their figure emerges from the wasteage
Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze
One hand clutching a sword raised to the sky
They wonder how, they wonder why
The sky turns white it all becomes clear
They felt lifted from their fears
They shed tears in the light
After 6 dark years
Young bold soldiers, the fire burns
Cracks and smoulders
5 years older and wiser
The fires are burning on fire, never tire
Slave warriors in the forests and on higher
We sing, hear the strings rising
The war's over, the bells ring
Memories fading, soldiers slaying
Looks like Geezers raving
The hazy fog over the bull ring,
The lazy ways the birds sing
A new babys born every day
Few men may be spoilt today
But look at things the other way
Cos it may well be yer final day
And then the crowds roar they slay, they all say
I produce this using only my bare wit
Gimme a jungle a garage beat and admit defeat,
Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile
Get all applications into before the deadline
Cos it's a fine line between strife or crime
And a life of crime
But you will reach the day, and it's all mine
You can take it or leave, I shake
And reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix
In the afterlife Gladiators meet their maker
Thrown through the wind fields and lakes of Bluewater
To the next life from the fortress
Away from the knives and slaughter
To their wives and daughters
Once more before the law judges over all of us,
Cos in this place you'll see me,
Brace yourself, cos this goes deep,
I'll show you the secrets the sky and the birds
Actions speak louder than words
Stand by me my apprentice
Be brave, Clench fists.
Has It come to this Lyrics:
Has it come to this?
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.
Lets Push Things Forward Lyrics:
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.
Sharp Darts Lyrics:
Sharp Darts Spitting Masters
Spitting darts faster
Shut up I'm the driver, you're the passenger
I'll reign superior
The pressure blows the dial on your barometer
Do you understand?
Or do you need an interpreter?
Now my style is distinguished
All fires are extinguished
Ask yer girl to sing and she'll sing this
I'm a scientist
Have no prejudice, that's my hypothesis
Make your analysis, ever heard a beat like this?
I walk the beat like a policemen
No karma pedestrian
In 500 years they'll play this song in museums
I'm the bold adventurer
UK's ambassador
Holding up Excalibur
Your beats are inferior
Don't wanna embarrass yer
So call yer solicitor
The jury voted unanimously against ya!
Sharp Darts Spitting Masters
Spitting darts faster
Shut up I'm the driver, you're the passenger
I'll reign superior
The pressure blows the dial on your barometer
Do you understand?
Or do you need an interpreter?
This one's fat like yer mother
Contains enough calories
Resonating all your favourite frequencies
I've got a worldwide warranty
Satisfaction guarantee
If you ain't happy then just
Send it right back to me
'Spec to BC
It's time to fuck loyalty
One day I hope to earn some hard royalties
From a bit of sample robbery
Rook burglary, noise thievery
Or wholesale piracy
So watch yer back, I'm inclined to sample
I'll dismantle and make you all examples
Sharp Darts Spitting Masters
Spitting darts faster
Shut up I'm the driver, you're the passenger
I'll reign superior
The pressure blows the dial on your barometer
Do you understand?
Or do you need an interpreter?
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