That Shiiit (Ft. Ias Balaskas)

[Hook - Ias Balaskas]
This goes out to the yout's on the mopeds
Girls with the curls
All the shottaz and the dope heads
Cats in the flats
With the bats and the gats
Kids gettin' jacked for their Nike Air Max
This one's for the North and the East heads
Bigwigs, all the nerds and the street heads
Big dreads with their gold rope chain
Highbury ends to the White Hart Lane
This one's for the South and the West
Where your dad says "shweet"
And your mate says "bless"
Big it up for the hoes and the queens
Criss lookin' teens in their Miss Sixty jeans
Gotta love them, kiss it up and hug them
Boys wanna rub them, girls wanna mug them
Feds watch as they cotch on the blocks
Tots licking shots in their hot li'l plots

[Verse - Chester P]
Duck pigs like Roscoe, cold like Moscow
Left paralysed to watch moss grow
Like a four by four took you off road
Sitting in your endz like a arrow in a crossbow
I don't care if you feel like a honcho
Looking outta place like a manpy in a pothole
My ingenious is gospel
Indigenous apostle
Brand all you fake cats Roswells
Tryna tell me they rock bells
Weighs on the same scale
As tryna tell the Devil that there ain't Hell
So I'm watching them ring bells
Pulling their pigtails
Deep cats drown in my ink well
Bring spells, bad weather and ill health
Never on the scene 'cause I operate in stealth
Wanna test me step to the pits of Hell
I ain't gonna kill Bill
Bill'll wanna kill himself
In a cell getting threats from a silhouette
Passing a twos like a schoolboy cigarette
You'll be dropped right off on the docks
Log side up, punctured with dog bites
Take nine lives and your nine wives and I rock mics
Slang locked tight like a lock knife
Knocked packs like shottaz down Lockside
I ain't gonna stop like a robber on a hot bike
Mr sound man never got the sound right
How you gonna mix with the cable round your windpipe?
Left you hanging in your booth like a wind chime
Pulling at the chord in a last bid to win time
I know cockneys who call cabs sherbets
And wear Ben Sherman's and burgled in Surbiton
Now they're doing big birds out in Birmingham
Serving their term 'till the system's returning 'em
I know hoodrats fuck with the germ in 'em
Whoever leaves sperm in 'em dick starts burning 'em
Only hope it ain't burns that are permanent
Some of them burns carry germs that can murder them
Mister minister what you gonna say to them
They don't really think it's gonna work if you pray for them
Mister officer lookin' for a suspect
Why you stoppin' us? 'cause we look like we're roughnecks
You'll be pulling out your cuffs next
All of this upset for tryna wear my hoody in public
Mr Blair always says what he'll do for us
Every other day he's lookin' more like he's Lucifer
Merk a million, fingerprint silicone
Fassy get robbed out here like prince William
Sin City living doorway homocidian
Got more tales than a pack of reptilians
Slangs agg like a gang of Brazilians
In a sweat box with a clan of Parisians
You get crushed when you clash the Meridian
Slang leaves you wet like a human amphibian

[Bidge - Ias Balaskas]
If you think you can bring it
Step up front, you can sing it
If you come to my show
Just one song that you'll know

[Bridge - Chester P]
When I grip that mic
That's that shit
In the heat of the night
That's that shit
When the crowd get high
That's that shiiit

[Hook - Ias Balaskas]
This goes out to the yout's on the mopeds
Girls with the curls
All the shottaz and the dope heads
Cats in the flats
With the bats and the gats
Kids gettin' jacked for their Nike Air Max
This one's for the North and the East heads
Bigwigs, all the nerds and the street heads
Big dreads with their gold rope chain
Highbury ends to the White Hart Lane
This one's for the South and the West
Where your dad says "shweet"
And your mate says "bless"
Big it up for the hoes and the queens
Criss lookin' teens in their Miss Sixty jeans
Gotta love them, kiss it up and hug them
Boys wanna rub them, girls wanna mug them
Feds watch as they cotch on the blocks
Tots licking shots in their hot li'l plots