Wolves (Frost Gamble Remix)

Lyrics

Hook - Genesis Elijah Riders on the front line Rebels in the back Killers on the corner Trappers in the trap Spend time and money Never gettin' back No second looks you can't get a second back Verse 1 - Phoenix da Icefire There was a legend named Ringo known and feared knew how to hold a stare older kin folk Motorollor holding back then we sent ringtones shifted wеight like insanity he moved slit throat Pitbulls that barkеd down your men disrespectful A symphony of sirens tearing up the street sinful Knocking out fools flossed out jewels A fistful known to blast missiles never walked past an issue Dirty south had to watch your mouth like Rollys As I speak on time on shit that was hidden like Shinobi's Top of Deptford market at the Anchor with the junkies Jumanji bred killers like their name was Ted Bundy Heroin induced alcoholic juice love me is what his heart is crying out I saw it in his eyes trust me Hood heroes flexing on zero clothes dusty shame we never reasoned how time flies its ugly touched me It cuts deep like self harm I'm wishful that one day you'll make it out alive man we miss you Hook - Genesis Elijah Riders on the front line Rebels in the back Killers on the corner Trappers in the trap Spend time and money Never gettin' back No second looks you can't get a second back Verse 2 - Ramson Badbonez You were that villain continuous on the block And had the wannabes on smash just like a strong dad And in a moment was showing them they were not that Those who played the role there where knocked flat or got shanked like a boss Man had them silent in your presence and with a hot hand showed them violence is your preference Emulate a dark seeker like in I am legend and for the sake of it violating in a second And you thought that shit was funny Robbing and eating them runners taking their grub and money Heavily armed and bally like what your Karma carries show me a gully goons and result that wasn't ugly thug With a rare limp made the fear stick like hair pins to bare kids Have them scared stiff like Blair Witch When they feared your name alone until they saw you naked in that footage on the phone parading on the road Hook - Genesis Elijah Riders on the front line Rebels in the back Killers on the corner Trappers in the trap Spend time and money Never gettin' back No second looks you can't get a second back Verse 3 - Cyclonious This youth was calm never militant Born from East African immigrants The violence from back home was dissonant Peace was a stimulant he thought he would never grasp Flew to Britain quick fast wishing for a contrast Linked up with the locals trying to fit in and not be seen Spotted by the neighbourhood wolves prowling for a cuisine Stuck their teeth in, every time they saw him, they were feasting Wishing for death just to release him But it never came, all he felt was shame He blamed the locals who watched on and witnessed his pain One late night he found a gun thrown in the park It was loaded he concealed it, left out to embark He waited out on the estate knowing the wolves would spot him And here they came they surrounded him yelling "We got him" Shots rang out and bodies started dropping What he ran from he became and there was no stopping Hook - Genesis Elijah Riders on the front line Rebels in the back Killers on the corner Trappers in the trap Spend time and money Never gettin' back No second looks you can't get a second back Verse 4 - Genesis Elijah So comfortable on a track with killers Cos I've been in the trap with killers Night shift, day shift, ape shit Black gorillas, predators prey on the sacrilegious Amen, I'm one of the ones who made it out the playpen Some played gangsters and stayed boys, never made men Bore responsibility for great strength Learned the difference between real enemies and fake friends Mate, I've been givin' you jewels and you don't even hear 'em These other rappers feel my presence, I ain't even near 'em My inner demons screamed when they realized I didn't fear 'em I'm peerless, this ain't a theory it's a theorem Yeah, this is pain not poetry These are private thoughts I paint for the globe to see I became more than I was ever supposed to be At home at heights I weren't supposed to reach Hook - Genesis Elijah Riders on the front line Rebels in the back Killers on the corner Trappers in the trap Spend time and money Never gettin' back No second looks you can't get a second back