The Streets Follow

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Make yourself 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 her, 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 teen year rude boys

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

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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
I get my boys mashed up

You're 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

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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

Just 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 a 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 ninety 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

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