Jamrock Takeover

Lyrics

Hook: "Out in the street, they call its murder" Verse 1: I rep for the street, crept into the game through the depths of the east Swift like samurai leave a wet to the cheek, i was marga and wheat While the rest of them eat, now im back on the blocks like these MC's, who chat a bag of breeze Best rest your beak, or rest in peace, i got recipes to dead your beef.. (Rewind) Pull up, pull up, play that shit again.. I rep for the street, crept into the game through the depths of the east Swift like samurai leave a wet to the cheek, i was marga and wheat While the rest of them eat, now im back on the blocks like these MC's, who chat a bag of breeze Best rest your beak, or rest in peace, i got recipes to dead your beef I bring breath to beat, bless, like when two best friends meet On a west end street But i can't stop, tryna walk road with a righteous bop Heart of a rass with the tightest of locks, been in Hackney for years tryna fight for my spot Now im tryna make quick Ps then P off...cause Hook: "Out in the street, they call its murder" Verse 2: But back to the matter, back to the big beat, shout to the Jammer Anyting test [?], F the chit chatter, your chin get shattered Any claims to them ah dapper, claims to them ah shatter, claims to them, ah shut up Im sick of the prick who spit 'ickory dick' cause their diggin a chick In the back of the biggest of whips Im low budget like chicken and chips, still got your bitch licking her lips, like Oh shit, im ready to get, grab your kit, grab your coat, lets jet She grabbed me close and said "I'm so wet", "so what?" So you know i dont pet Wine like a bet but grind like a yout thats tryna hold rep.. Hook: "Out in the street, they call its murder" Verse 3: But we dont wanna start the arms house Make mans switch get the army garms out Feds on the phone, tell the mans to calm down, we got your dough, helicopter and calm down Im gonna hurt this ting, ready to merk, beserk when the 'chete's at work Better you blurt, revert, back to birth, ima vet you with no petty for the cats to purr Lash, [?] Dash your girl and crash your world And trust, we dont need thugs behind us You know where to find us, east londons finest Top spitters and rhymers, hot shotters who pop coppers to past time cuz, its sick in the grind cuz, even the [?] will stick you for fivers..