I drop so many jewels, I can never wear a chain
They ask me, where is the black face now?
It's in between the officer's boot and the cold, hard...
Ground zero wasn't new
It's happening all the time, its just never on the news
So I'm reporting from the slums to tell you about the sums that the rich are redirecting, leaving nothing but their crumbs
I'm from a place where I've never been
Where the devil grins every time the clever sin
And it's menacing
We bring arms to brethren
Escaping from the world so we beg em to let us in
I've lost my train of thought but I never bought a ticket
I'm walking with a sword but never thought of where to stick it
And now I think I got a target
I hate the free market
And I romanticise everything
In Camden - poor, young and still an artist
Withnail and I
Literary visionary. Legendary wordsmith
People wanna hear me drop my sounds. Police wanna lock me in a concrete hole. Catch me in a venue in your town so I can still stay on the road
People wanna hear me drop my sounds. Police wanna lock me in a concrete hole. Catch me in a venue in your town so I can still stay on the road
I drop so many jewels, I can never wear a chain
Take all of my words and insert them in your brain
My boys are on tag like an inner city train
I've been challenged to preserve the bank balance of the game
Wack attitudes remain but I'm not sweating it
I'm not concerned about my work being credited
But if they're sleeping on me, they're on sedatives
Get off your high horse, it's not pegasus
And where we live is inadequate
Sin covered in ballys, if you ain't been, go have a look
If you think I'm chatting crap get your lappy took
They ride around the city for customers like a cabby would. Yeah, yeah. Impoverished
Pigs shut me down like I was a So Solid gig
Ask around from the town to the metropolis
I reign over the lames like an Eritrean obelisk