In the UK, the phrase “Suck Your Mum” is one of the highest insults that can be used. Originating in London, it has close links with the incendiary nature of the early Grime scene, and if spoken could often spark serious violence.
As Blay Vision put it, you’re only one suck your mum from dying
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[Intro]
Suck your, suck your, suck your, mum
Suck your mum, suck your mum
Yeah I said it, suck your mum
[Chorus]
Suck your mother and die
If you think niggas just love these cuffs and riots
A million footsteps to make it here, woah, oh, oh
It ain't easy to just dry four hundred tears
Different whip, different chain, different bracelet
Different feel but we still take the same shit
Get your paper but you don't get complacent
If we don't hold each other down, we won't make it
If we don't-
[Verse 1]
That might be the hook I could retire after
Not like when Tyson sparks ya
Like twisted fire starter
I worship bars and I'll die a martyr
I got my Nikes from Pardna
I had the snidest Pradas
The O.E was selling war, that shit to the grimiest dances
Eediat tell me 'bout grime ta rahtid
Like my stripes ain't Sharpie'd
On my shoulder like I ain't a soldier in this rarse ting, crarses
Left a boy alone, forget some pussy and some plantain
'Cause of the sweet colour of our skin
They wan throw banana skins at John Barnes's
They tell us to go fuckin' back to our own country
But they won't even give us back our own countries
Every entrance to a door, has a footprint left by the ones that came before
Lets talk about the day the wind was rushed up on the shore
They promised us so much and then they left us to be poor
Need superhero capes for the stuff our mum's had to endure
Just heading to the store, no blacks, no Irish and no dogs
The system's taking course and the most powerful are fraud
They trap us in estates, won't even educate us boys
And wonder why we break the law
This ain't for the culture, it's for the connoisseur
This ain't for the club, it's for the mandem on the curb
They're tryna take away our art, how we supposed to earn?
And express what's in our heart, I beg you
[Interlude]
Suck your mother and die
[Verse 2]
Look, yeah
We here, we here
Landowner got keys here
Vroom vroom in MB's here
Pure par to get keep here
Jerk man 'pon the streets ere
Fish fry and get steam ere
Rice with our gungo peas ere
Great grandkids are making G's ere
We fly back to spend G's there
Nuff lies told when we reach ere
Dem meet the queen but we kings ere
Got London tun up
Bare man a wear Clerks and collars
We bring light but darkness follows
So we cry then laugh tomorrow
Dry your puddles
Mic in the basement
Had a voice then we pirate the station
No choice but to fly in the face of
Bias and hatred
Grindin away til 9 for the pay checks
Mindful, the game is spiteful and heinous
But my generation, times are a changing
Die if I cave in, trying our patience
Lying so blatant, gentrifying our places
But minds are awakening, tightening up laces
To fight in the AM
But at night, we're raving
At night, we're out raving
Ice on the brain ting
Rewind, come again ting
Fire is blazing, rewind come again ting
(Suck your mother and die)
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[Outro]
If you think niggas just love these drugs and crime
A million footsteps to make it here, woah, oh, oh
It ain't easy to just dry four hundred tears
Different whip, different chain, different bracelet
Different feel but we still take the same shit
Get your paper but you don't get complacent
If we don't hold each other down, we won't make it
If we don't hold each other down, we won't make it
Different whip, different chain, different bracelet
In the field but we still take the same shit
If we don't hold each other down, we won't make it
SYM was written by Kano.
SYM was produced by Jodi Milliner & Blue May.