The Streets Original Pirate Material (Mark Knight Remix) Lyrics

Original pirate material
Yer listening to the streets
Lock down your aerial
Make yerself at home
We got diesel or some of that homegrown
Sit back in yer throne, turn off yer phone
Cos this is our zone
Videos, televisions, 64s playstations
Were paring with precision
Few herbs and a bit of benson
But dont forger the rizla,
Lean like the tower of pisa
Liza, Ill raise yer,
And this is the day in the life of a geezer
For this aint a club track
Pull out yer sack and sit back
Whether you white or black
Smoke weed, chase brown
Or toot rock
Were on a mission, support the cause
Sign a petition, summon all your wisdom
The musics a gift from the man on high
The lord and his children
Triple teenyear rudeboys
Come rain or snow the boodah flows
You dont know?
Stand on the corner watch the show
Cos life moves slow
Sort yer s___ out then roll
s__, drugs n on the dole
Some men rise, some men fall
I hear ya call, stand tall now
Has it come to this?
Original pirate material
Your listening to the streets
Lock down your aerial
Im just spitting, think Im ghetto?
Stop dreaming, my datas streaming
Im giving your bird them feelings
Touch yer toes and touch the ceiling
We walk the tightrope of street cred
Keep my dogs fed, all jungle all garage heads
Gold teeth, valentinos and dreads
Now, we were verbally slapped up
Physically tip-top, spinally ripped up
I do the science on my laptop, get my boys mashed up
Your listening to the streets
Youll bear witness to some amazing feats
Bravery in the face of defeat
All line up and grab yer seat
Cos tonys got a new motor
Sr nova driving like a joyrider
Speeding to the corner
Yer mother warned yer to sound system banger
Has it come to this?
Original pirate material
Your listening to the streets
Lock down your aerial
My underground train runs from mile end to ealing
From brixton to boundsgreen
My spittings 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 gots my spirit and my beats
I play fair dont cheat
And keep the gangsters sweet
Turn the page, dont rip it out at yer age
Move to the next stage
Lock the rage inside the cage,
Like sk its new day
But dont take the shortcut through the subway
Its pay or play, these geezers walk the gangway
Deep seated urban decay, deep seated urban decay,
Rip down posters alight
From last weeks big garage night
And the next tyson fight
I cook em at 90 degrees farenheit
And dont copy the copyright
I got em in my sites, blinding with the lights
Taken to dizzy new heights
Blinding with the lights, blinding with the lights
Dizzy new heights
Has it come to this?
Original pirate material
Your listening to the streets
Lock down your aerial.