[Skinnyman]
I don`t wanna blow up, throughout every era I`ve been here
So far the underground circuit has been fair
The home of hip hop, can you say you`ve been there?
Home`s where the heart is so hip hop lives right here
I`m from UK, to you that might seem rare
I`m steppin` up now to make sure I seem clear
In every council estate we`ve got pure talent
No one don`t care because I seen as a challenge
I suppose we`ll never be the balance that you`re lookin`
You wanna dilute the realness then sling their hookin`
Most A&R cats I`ve ever met was all shooken
I`m lost for words if they don`t bring a chequebook in
I`m livin` in a place where you can get your life tucken
For half steppin, by kids that`ll blast weapons
Pull out by the lights they`ll have you out in half seconds
Think your rough hang around if your ass reckons
Don`t have to look for trouble, trouble it`ll find ya
Don`t turn around it`ll be right behind ya
Then September the 11th will remind ya
Nobody ain`t too major nor minor
If you`re back in the streets or in a brand new recliner
Grab ya dicks and girls rub your vagina
Pay the pound I`ll provide the punch liner
Might look young but I`m a real old timer
Been around ever since the days of Boogie Down
You can check my rйsumй the evidence can be found
Forever been blessin` eloquence over sound
Before they had the line off for spinnin` underground
Since then shit`s changed man, shit goes down
But we`re still gettin` down to the same old sound : it`s hip hop
It`s good shit for rockin a crowd
Where there ain`t no space for mistakes allowed
I feel proud if I`m leavin crowds cryin` for more
This year I`m really thinkin bout tryin a tour
Is hip hop worth dying for, if your life`s on the line and your only crime is being poor?
This time around I feel I want more
I wanna see my son`s future set secure
Without havin` to go out and start breakin` the law
I`m sick of being sat in the flat shuttin` the drawer
I`m sick of watchin every day come and go by, tellin` teacher and fat boy, hold ya head high
See others come and go, watchin` their mothers cry, sayin`, why did my boy have to die?
And still we`ll try
As others might choose to get high
But we must up rise through to get by
It don`t take too much to figure out the facts, who`s bringin in all the coke and the crack?
This week an 82 year old got her throat slashed in the flats, cats are lookin` cash for their crack
And we`re the kids whose left facing the facts
Now used for lookin` mobiles that match their straps
As if it`s fashion, everybody`s ready for the action
Ready for the mashin` and thuggin` it with a passion
Only takes two egos to start clashin, bullets start flyin then the blood`ll start splashin`
Social wages really climaxing
Everyday I see it getting worse by a fraction
Droughts for the weed, but `nough of that crack thing
Nobody round here is gonna be relaxin`
And this ain`t no whites or a blacks thing
It`s if you`re livin in the council flats...(?)
They got us on a lab rat thing
And it`s funny to me how easily we`re all adapting
So I`m jus gonna keep-a rappin`
You lot keep ya next snap in, but fuck the hook
What fuck the hook, I said, fuck the hook
Kung-Fu fuck the hook, come on fuck the hook
Just say fuck the hook, fuck the hook..
