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reveal - what estate r u from? lyrics

yo, we’re trapped in the land of poverty, crackhead mothers with sick babies
react with robberies, jack ‘peds then rip avs
life is a roll of dice – wait, let me rephrase that
life has got more twists and turns than a game of snakes has
city we’re living within is sh-tty and grim
you either get high or get tipsy off of whisky and gin
illuminati watch your steps by putting chips in your skin
you’re either on road, or sweating in a prison or gym
i’m from the shadowy streets and my boys creep discreet
and if you got beef, it’s standard that you bop with a piece
just act natural, and pray you don’t get stopped by police
metal detectors are a b-tch, and them glocks don’t come cheap
cold heart; i jack your system while i nod to the beat
invest my cream in keys of green weed and blocks of hashish
beenies see me as royalty by the speed they drop to their knees
i blaze high grade, you never hear the pop of a seed
yo, the whole world’s like sodom and gomorrah
nato supply arms so countries can bomb each other harder
it’s bad karma, what goes around comes around
and in london town babylon still try to hunt us down
but we don’t need them police men who pull their truncheons out
arrest us and tell us their gonna gun us down
they can’t touch my crown, i’m the king of the underground
and as soon as lightning strikes you’re bound to hear the thunder sound
like kablow

wood green, stonebridge, chingford [?], brunel, [?], goldbourne, finsbury park, clapton, kilburn, [?], willesden, [?], ladbroke grove, angel town, e-road

[hook x2]
so what’s the name of your slum, and what estate are you from?
’round my manor breddas will take your cake and break you a crumb
you claim you kick doors down while your blazing your guns
but you’re scared to approach me on road, you blatantly run

i got your head spinnin’ like acid trips
my narratives comparatives to none
you rap about things you’ve seen while i rap about things i’ve done
like finger prints on guns that l!ck shots
i spit evidence, the fifth element
h-ll bound and heaven sent
my whole life’s drama
knife shining like knights in armour
but it’s twice as harder
street yoots’ll eat you just like piranhas
better yet crews of jackals who jack you to settle debts
half of their hearts are hollow, but the rest are [?] flesh
so face it, it’s basic
it’s a jungle out there
even my bredren’s eleven year old brother is out there
mothers without cares, the games he plays are real
but still, how many yoots today do you know that found a way to pay the bills
tried to change his will
used [the wheels?] to change his aim to mill’s
now he’s thirteen, earns cream, and started to chirps beens
first time he f-cked, he thought he did it wrong ’cause the girl screamed
but the world seems to grow colder as he grows older
permanent screw face, he keeps looking over his shoulder
by fifteen, started holding revolvers in holsters
rolling with olders, now he’s dealing smoldering boulders
a soldier with no emotions, lives by the code of the shogun
pockets are swollen, most of the dough he’s holding is stolen
and that’s the way that most of the youth of today are growing
it’s tragic, ’cause jail time is like a right of p-ssage
and 28 g’s in an oz is mathematics

[k!lla d illa?], [snappa sniper?]
[winkie?], mafia cypher
drastic, moorish d, therapistol
d.o.c., and tony d
harry love, big up to all my west thugs
on the real bro, big up [d-low?], skinnyman, mud fam
[p-cool?], grimlock, got their sh-t locked
t.c., out da ville, and mr. cash money
bigga man, mr. [plotty?] and mr. [fonzie?]

[hook: (x2)]

[adlibs (outro)]
blatantly run
yo, reveal, double p, poisonous poets
yo, big up all of london
north side, east side, south side
the invincible west side
yo, it’s how we do
2002, big up my crew
dun know, yo
the real meaning of road rage
blud

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