Jankrowville

Lyrics

[Intro: Klashnekoff] "Just live your life..." [Verse 1: Klashnekoff] You know the status, players hate us, the coppers chase us The capers dangerous, but like faith, forever changing Like faces, this is alpha-beta basics A burst verse, the first matrix, disperse wicked words of hatred 'Cause I've worked for the worst wages Brethrens hold a bird and go berserk in the bird cages Conniving neighbours, navigate skate like gators Scavengers and jankrows feeding off the natives Negroes stay negative, I guess that's relative It all relates to the life that where we live East maze metric where my mind stays sick From this city to the sticks there's stack of lunatics Lucy's with dicks, cats who use crucifix to seduce chicks And you can find this where I live In Jankrowville where the streets are paved with shit And cats getting shivved on the night shift I'm swift like Mickey Super The black Russian spits slugs like German Luger, war torn Stormtrooper Making tracks as we manoeuvre Moving further to the future with a bucky for the Lucifer Yeah, you know the Saga, panorama drama, piranhas Parrow cats on contract from the Bahamas Bad man that look harmless, but inside you find they're heartless Split you like Gemini with the 9 Taurus, eyes cut like glasses I spark the spliffs, as the fives pass I mask it And that's how it is, you can find this where I live The East Maze where the lifts are full of piss And pitch black skies and clouds of red mist I wrote this shit, fury flying through my fist For my hombres that brew like Nigerian Guinness The cold lyricist, I bring Siberian experience Penetrate your premises, back slap a pacifist Enter the Dragon, dragon to smoking cannabis So keep your eyes peeled 'cause cats conceal 9mm near their pancreas [Hook: Klashnekoff] They call it Jankrowville, the land of the vultures Filled with cobras and cold hearted soldiers Cats with pokers, pussyholes and posers I'm seeing dead friend's faces on posters In Jankrowville where man kill for penny The city's heavy, I seen many brethrens buried That's why i keep a 'chete and stay ever ready For all of you jankrows and bonafide fassies in.. [Verse 2: Klashnekoff] Jankrowville where man kill for sheckles Hackney central, the place is firing with jackals Brothers who peddle pebbles getting rubbed in their rentals Its heavy mental, many man mask their metal My peeps penitential, trapped in patterns or circles Might catch-22 up in your verbals, I strap herbals Staying vigilant at venues Gets Nagasak- when man attack like Manchus But mans still confused, convicts shotting food Plotting to make a move and get the fuck out the manor Kidnap my son and make her run for the border Its manslaughter, wicked like water torture This one's dedicated to my peeps living marga Who bun the Nahka to escape the palaver Strap on your armour, other sharks on the corner Capable of killing you in ways you can't imagine It all happens - What? - It all happens! Get caught napping catch a quick cap and stabbing From a backstabbing that's why mi nah beg friend Ah them nah like we and we nah like them! [HOOK]