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the streets - has it come to this? lyrics

[verse 1: mike skinner]
make yourself at home
we got diesel or some of that homegrown
sit back in your throne and turn off your phone
’cause this is our zone
videos, televisions, 64s, playstations
weigh up henry with precision, few herbs and a bit of benson
but don’t forget the rizla, lean like the tower of pisa
these are, i’ll raise ya, and this is the day in the life of a geezer
for this ain’t a club track, pull out your sack and sit back
whether you white or black
smoke weed, chase brown or toot rock
we’re on a mission, support the cause
sign a pet-tion, summon all your wisdom
the music’s a gift from the man on high, the lord and his children
triple team here of rudeboys
come rain or snow, the boodah flows
you don’t know? stand on the corner, watch the show
’cause life moves slow
sort your sh-t out then roll, s-x, drugs and on the dole
some men rise, some men fall, i hear your call, stand tall now

[verse 2: mike skinner]
i’m just spitting, think i’m ghetto?
stop dreaming, my data’s streaming
i’m giving your bird them feelings
touch your toes and touch the ceiling
we walk the tightrope of street cred
keep my dogs fed, all jungle, all garage heads
gold t–th, valentinos and dreads now
we were verbally slapped up
physically tip-top, spinally ripped up
i do the science on my laptop, i get my boys mashed up
you’re listening to the streets
you’ll bear witness to some amazing feats
bravery in the face of defeat, all line up and grab your seat
’cause tony’s got a new motor, sr nova, driving like a joyrider
speeding to the corner
your mother warned ya it’s a sound system banger

[verse 3: mike skinner]
my underground train runs from mile end to ealing
from brixton to boundsgreen
my spitting’s dirty, my beats are clean
so smoke weed and be lean
i step out my yard through the streets
in the dead heat, all i got’s my spirit and my beats
i play fair, don’t cheat and keep the gangsters sweet
turn the page, don’t rip it out at your age, move to the next stage
lock the rage inside the cage, like sk, it’s a new day
but don’t take the shortcut through the subway
it’s pay or play, these geezers walk the gangway
deep seated urban decay, deep seated urban decay
rip down posters i like from last week’s big garage night
and the next tyson fight
i cook ’em at 90 degrees fahrenheit and don’t copy the copyright
i got ’em in my sights, blinding with the lights
taken to dizzy new heights
blinding with the lights, blinding with the lights
dizzy new heights

[chorus: mike skinner & keith hammond]
has it come to this? oh, oh, oh, oh
original pirate material
you’re listening to the streets
lock down your aerial
has it come to this? oh, oh, oh, oh
original pirate material
you’re listening to the streets
lock down your aerial
has it come to this? oh, oh, oh, oh
original pirate material
you’re listening to the streets
lock down your aerial
has it come to this? oh, oh, oh, oh
original pirate material
you’re listening to the streets
lock down your aerial
has it come to this? oh, oh, oh, oh
original pirate material
you’re listening to the streets
lock down your aerial
has it come to this? oh, oh, oh, oh
original pirate material
you’re listening to the streets
lock down your aerial
has it come to this? oh, oh, oh, oh
original pirate material
you’re listening to the streets
lock down your aerial
has it come to this? oh, oh, oh, oh
original pirate material
you’re listening to the streets
lock down your aerial
has it come to this? oh, oh, oh, oh
original pirate material
you’re listening to the streets
lock down your aerial
has it come to this? oh, oh, oh, oh
original pirate material
you’re listening to the streets
lock down your aerial

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