The sun sets over cityscape silhouettes
Bright lights flicker
Cigarette smoke pirouettes
It s the addictive kiss of death in effect
I m a little stressed
Spittin liquor breath introspect
Hot like triple X
Getting lost in the mixing desk
Sweat glistens like glitter-balls reflect
Recollect on the dreamscape
Escape the freebase infested police state
Teenage protesters riot in the heatwave
Fire in the streets
Place bets on the sweepstakes
Check how the greed shapes their mindsets
The beast clockin like Timex
Flexin their biceps
There s nothin out here for us
Negative forces force us to live lawless
And spit rawness
I m like a china shop Taurus
I talk of torment
And pen chorus after chorus
BNP berserkers bent on murders
Teens taggin for a sense of purpose
Streets is tense and nervous
So bait it s bound to tempt the serpent s appetite
Parasite paradise
Po-lice patronise
Lappin up a pack of lies
Macho guys
Turn hermaphrodite by candlelight
Still they wanna scandalise mine
Cos I spit rhyme
I m tryin to scrape the paper and escape
Quick-time
Get yours
Utilise your get out clause
Outlaws on course for the great outdoors
I m way out like Cheech Wizard
Keepin warm in the winter blizzard
Bangin my head like Lynard Skynard
I m havin nightmares
I m naked in my groundfloor flat
Grippin a baseball bat
With the backdoor open to night-time predators
Crack heads high like heaven gone wrong
Watchin back street revellers
Revelation of the devil s messed up messengers
Sin is effortless
Yet effecting us
In fact infecting us with disease
Beast inspecting
Expecting us to mess up
Muck up
Leave you bruck up
You ll get beaten the fuck up and cuffed
Some even got snuffed
Others live on to puff another bag
And brag how they re mad tough
Man I ve had enough
There s nothin out here for non of us
There s nothin out here for us
Negative forces force us to live lawless
And spit rawness
I m like a china shop Taurus
I talk of torment
And pen chorus after chorus
Post-modernist
Pre-apocalypse
Livin in this rotten metropolis
Existing with broken homes hearts and promises
Park bench politics
Soapbox soap-bar smokers acknowledge this novelist
The broke pocket economist
On a mission
Fists clenched for the opposition
Sittin tight like Taliban in Tora Bora
The last stand
Now we re livin in the land of the lost
And the age of Sodom and Gomorra
Divide and conquer
You re blocked by the border
Locked by the law and order
The war reporter walks streets
As the cycle of suicidal thoughts repeats
In the minds of the poor and meek
A meat market of morbid freaks
And freebase heads speak to inform the beast
A bleak picture
The cycle of war and peace is crazy vulgar
Sick as the kids that killed Damilola Taylor
And Jamie Bulger
My heart broken open and beating slower
The cold-blooded grow even colder
In a globe so rotten
Like teeth in cola
No hope of mending
A culture of violent endings pending
Our pens become government scapegoats
But no guns bust at my stage show
So yo it s like&
There s nothin out here for us
Negative forces force us to live lawless
And spit rawness
I m like a china shop Taurus
I talk of torment
And pen chorus after chorus
After chorus
After chorus