Teksty: Streets. Original Pirate Material. Turn The Page.
That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away
'Cause 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
You're 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 wastage
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 baby's born every day
Few men may be spoilt today
But look at things the other way
'Cause 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 me before the deadline
'Cause 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 it
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
'Cause in this place you'll see me brace yourself, 'cause 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
'Cause 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
You're 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 wastage
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 baby's born every day
Few men may be spoilt today
But look at things the other way
'Cause 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 me before the deadline
'Cause 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 it
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
'Cause in this place you'll see me brace yourself, 'cause 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
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