Datkid] Yeah, Yo, Yo It's just another day without a dollar I'm praying, lie to God, but He ain't listening to what I'm saying when I holler I'm trying to do my music and be making money proper But I don't want to sell my soul to snakes wearing collars Be a victim of the industry - get raped for my honour Want to make it look like I'm getting famous and hotter I'd rather do it my own way and do it proper Learn to work hard 'til I'm a scholar Yeah, sometimes I don't live right I get drunk and hit guys Terrorise people wearing their jeans skin-tight Naughty by nature so at times that's how I live life I forget to think right then wonder why it brings fights But still, deep down inside, I know I should think right Develop my skill until it goes from big to king-size I hope you're prepared, I'm here without an invite Giving you an insight on how the fuck I live life [Hook: Sample] I like my town With a little drop of poison Nobody knows They're lining up to go insane [Verse 2: Hi Res] Come check my ways, there's breys with crazed faces Jakies, fakes, racists, rapists, babe, bass heads Laces make chases, chases stay hating Blazing days waste to tame by brain raging It's like we're trained to make our days wages Plates get scraped stainless breys will blaze vagrant Blades and aim flamers, taking change changes Fuck their wars, it's fraud to make papers Corpses stain pavements, courts'll frame cases Ought to make payments, playing the same game as The people stood in front of them, criminals run this country Men and women working under them, feels like I'm under ten Thousand tons of pressure so I burn the pain to nothingness Ain't nothing better when you're stressing, getting wet in the weather Depressed and letting it wreck ya You gotta keep your head straight, stay awake, and never let up [Hook: Sample] I like my town With a little drop of poison Nobody knows They're lining up to go insane [Verse 3: Hi Res & Datkid] Yo, we jam in places where there's piggies always close by Never keep a closed eye in case a couple roll by Trying to claim we stole bikes, then search us with those old lies "You've got no lives" - fuck off, piggie, go die (ha) Try to confiscate my weed and my spray paint Take my name, age, and address to do a [?] Mate, it's a crazed state where the papers made many wage slates Save pennies, make change is my motto, cotched in the grotto with a bottle And a big ziggie lurking round in the shadows of sin city Brisk, often shitty, it's grimy, grim, gritty Where police show no pity for kiddies, the kiddie's witty Sick kids will stick you with shivs for six guineas Yeah, shit, really, but I love it, though Spit a bit of poison on these dirty roads, bro, then I'm running home

2024

2k24 👌👌

Nostalgia ! You just had to be there

timeless, irreplaceable , one of a king dope bangor'' hands down -

Back in 2024 this is still fire!

whos the vocalist or sample?

big love from melbourne, australia 🤙

SP! We need more music from you guys! I need to connect with you

I don't like this, but at the same time I really really do like this

I kill the silence I’m 007 without the licence Runnin’ up on fools in the night giving them guidance I’ll get my message across without using violence I roll with titans My crew’s illler than most beside us Hold tight We can only get better We never going back Showin’ that we can go harder and most are flowin’ wack Cause I’m throwin’ cash Or spittin’ shit I hope you choke on crap You know it’s that kid, the potent chap Wrote a track Aim to flame like I’m flowin’ gas Goin’ fast, overheat and I’ll blow Exploding the frozen cats I’ll ride the rhythm till I broke his back Leave you dead like a donkey Led on the road that’s passed you hopeless ass Our poles will clash and leave you loners wack Every bar I spoke was fact It’s so basic that if you’re dope, I’m crack The next level above so don’t meddle with us Cause we come with the specialist stuff CHORUS There’s something in the way that you speak, I hear that you’re fake And it’s so obvious to see when you spray that this ain’t for you There’s something in the way that we spit, something that’s sick And you can’t change it, so I guess it’s a shame if you ain’t amused VERSE 2: RES: I got a whole lotta shit up in my head And plus a whole load of things that keep me thinking in my bed Maybe it’s the weed keeping me from my sleep But my dreams are too deep so the best way to be is red Tryin’ to find a high plain of peace and rest Lose any night life I’m wheezy chest Need the S, free from weed is bless? Peace to everybody growing trees You see I wanna raise my seeds in a city where they notice these Hopefully, new world order won’t open these tight gates To open seas of information, openly I’m open to immigration emigrate Overseas cause this floating rocks’ locked and they broke the key But what’s a life supposed to be? We’re supposedly free but there’s laws that a joke to me Half the world starves, and people vote on cheese This is no joke I hope their throat chokes when they notice me I’ve been trouble since the ovary So don’t act like you know the me that lurks in the park Till he’s over-lean and only walks home when the solar beams VERSE 3: Upfront MC I raise the roof with a crane if you ain’t rating us Spit flames, how could you say that we ain’t dangerous? Demolish beats with a bar that could take the weight of trucks Hate on us, why? Cause you’re wack, you ain’t as great as us Everybody knows it’s true, that’s why your face is upset Living life without a meaning is a tough test You thought your music career would have touched jets But you’re falling short of success We’re bringing hip hop that’s real that could be The start of something that’s over-big, supernova spits Go skits, I blow your flow to bits Many people say they holdin’ clips, must be shooting man that don’t exist You ain’t a gangster, don’t take a gangster to notice this Evolve with scripts until I long for it My souls equipped with a potion that’s mixed to leave you motionless Don’t attack most of our cliques, cold like the ocean is Still wantin’ beef? I hit you with my pen and all I wrote with it CHORUS VERSE 4: You’re just magicians with no magic tricks Acting as if you sick with adjectives I’ve had it with half of this land jam-packed with talentless rapping kids You don’t have a gift as sad as it is Time to put the mic back on the stand as man I’m savage at this Handing in scripts enough to make you shit like my pen was dipped in laxatives You’re the meaning of what plastic is And I hate it so much that I wrote a track for it There’s something drastic about to happen to all you Rasta kids But you made your decisions, you gotta cope with it Gotta problem, best to go overseas and see that Oprah bitch Cause no one cares here Even if the fare’s dear Even if the plane crashes Despite reality you stay plastic You say you’re truthful in your bars but you fake What we stay is classic You say you’re huge but in all actually you ain’t massive So step away from the mic, we could gauge damage CHORUS VERSE 5: I speak dot-to-dot poetry Beaten bar symmetry Speaker spark literally Doctor Spock space topic imagery Isn’t me In the seed is the key to the growth of my figure see Hope doesn’t mirror me I’m in a deep situation Same day, different week Brain stained like a fiends’ sheets I need peace, sick on waiting on the green sheets Lean teens hustle till they knee deep Struggle for a clean streak Muscle doesn’t beat beef In this tussle with the trouble mustn’t sleep Keep up or the beasts feasts skeets and beefs the sheep fleece They keep the peace brief and pieces each streets Too cold to defreeze You wanna know me? Come bun a little tree Like a fiend, sick of nicotine Slip the knickers off And hit the beans, bitter dreams Got my body clock On a knot Stop ticking see I’m buzzin’ like a killer bee Trained in artillery Precision word bombing Pick the victim and I’ll finish he

I kill the silence I’m 007 without the licence Runnin’ up on fools in the night giving them guidance I’ll get my message across without using violence I roll with titans My crew’s illler than most beside us Hold tight We can only get better We never going back Showin’ that we can go harder and most are flowin’ wack Cause I’m throwin’ cash Or spittin’ shit I hope you choke on crap You know it’s that kid, the potent chap Wrote a track Aim to flame like I’m flowin’ gas Goin’ fast, overheat and I’ll blow Exploding the frozen cats I’ll ride the rhythm till I broke his back Leave you dead like a donkey Led on the road that’s passed you hopeless ass Our poles will clash and leave you loners wack Every bar I spoke was fact It’s so basic that if you’re dope, I’m crack The next level above so don’t meddle with us Cause we come with the specialist stuff CHORUS There’s something in the way that you speak, I hear that you’re fake And it’s so obvious to see when you spray that this ain’t for you There’s something in the way that we spit, something that’s sick And you can’t change it, so I guess it’s a shame if you ain’t amused VERSE 2: RES: I got a whole lotta shit up in my head And plus a whole load of things that keep me thinking in my bed Maybe it’s the weed keeping me from my sleep But my dreams are too deep so the best way to be is red Tryin’ to find a high plain of peace and rest Lose any night life I’m wheezy chest Need the S, free from weed is bless? Peace to everybody growing trees You see I wanna raise my seeds in a city where they notice these Hopefully, new world order won’t open these tight gates To open seas of information, openly I’m open to immigration emigrate Overseas cause this floating rocks’ locked and they broke the key But what’s a life supposed to be? We’re supposedly free but there’s laws that a joke to me Half the world starves, and people vote on cheese This is no joke I hope their throat chokes when they notice me I’ve been trouble since the ovary So don’t act like you know the me that lurks in the park Till he’s over-lean and only walks home when the solar beams VERSE 3: Upfront MC I raise the roof with a crane if you ain’t rating us Spit flames, how could you say that we ain’t dangerous? Demolish beats with a bar that could take the weight of trucks Hate on us, why? Cause you’re wack, you ain’t as great as us Everybody knows it’s true, that’s why your face is upset Living life without a meaning is a tough test You thought your music career would have touched jets But you’re falling short of success We’re bringing hip hop that’s real that could be The start of something that’s over-big, supernova spits Go skits, I blow your flow to bits Many people say they holdin’ clips, must be shooting man that don’t exist You ain’t a gangster, don’t take a gangster to notice this Evolve with scripts until I long for it My souls equipped with a potion that’s mixed to leave you motionless Don’t attack most of our cliques, cold like the ocean is Still wantin’ beef? I hit you with my pen and all I wrote with it CHORUS VERSE 4: You’re just magicians with no magic tricks Acting as if you sick with adjectives I’ve had it with half of this land jam-packed with talentless rapping kids You don’t have a gift as sad as it is Time to put the mic back on the stand as man I’m savage at this Handing in scripts enough to make you shit like my pen was dipped in laxatives You’re the meaning of what plastic is And I hate it so much that I wrote a track for it There’s something drastic about to happen to all you Rasta kids But you made your decisions, you gotta cope with it Gotta problem, best to go overseas and see that Oprah bitch Cause no one cares here Even if the fare’s dear Even if the plane crashes Despite reality you stay plastic You say you’re truthful in your bars but you fake What we stay is classic You say you’re huge but in all actually you ain’t massive So step away from the mic, we could gauge damage CHORUS VERSE 5: I speak dot-to-dot poetry Beaten bar symmetry Speaker spark literally Doctor Spock space topic imagery Isn’t me In the seed is the key to the growth of my figure see Hope doesn’t mirror me I’m in a deep situation Same day, different week Brain stained like a fiends’ sheets I need peace, sick on waiting on the green sheets Lean teens hustle till they knee deep Struggle for a clean streak Muscle doesn’t beat beef In this tussle with the trouble mustn’t sleep Keep up or the beasts feasts skeets and beefs the sheep fleece They keep the peace brief and pieces each streets Too cold to defreeze You wanna know me? Come bun a little tree Like a fiend, sick of nicotine Slip the knickers off And hit the beans, bitter dreams Got my body clock On a knot Stop ticking see I’m buzzin’ like a killer bee Trained in artillery Precision word bombing Pick the victim and I’ll finish he

UK rappers got a flow that works so well with their “accent”

where can I get that tshirt bro?

love the energy of the guy with the blue shirt - his body tension signals he REALLY wanted to spit the lines

Last verse is mental

Dope af ✌🏻

Hi brother I just hoping you are good.im Australia bound, come visit and stay at my place anytime..

The time is now .. we need even louder voices to cripple this evil system

❤ 🇬🇧 .

Ci 1:55 O

bGAaMEg 0:56

tOoNp 0:45 aLbIoVe 1:34

A bungee jumping college professor

F U N 4:36 ❤

Ken said ok thanks lol

2024 still here need new split prophet freestyles tho everyone res upfront bill next flying monk paro

2024 🫡

2024 argentina 🎉🇦🇷

Love the symmetry of the bars. He did, she did. Easy to relate.

One of my favourites everyday listen to it sir

how have i just heard of this. SO WHAT

3 ANDREW

2024 and still listening to this on the daily. F*cking legendary

The notes you bang out are co dope!! 3:57

Top TUNE & vid ❤️🙏

Top TUNE ❤️🙏

mad flo

Top TUNE 🙏❤️

“Beverage in my hand, blue squeezer to your new Beamer” gets me every time 👌

2024 still smashing this banger 👊

👻 for the days growing up listening to this song through my earphones on repeat laying in bed at night and chilling in the morning 😶‍🌫

Marian Glens

All the way from 🇿🇦.. mad respek💯🔥🙌🏿

Love the tunes boys but let me just steer you right a mo. Crack AIN'T the next level bove Weed. You gotta go a FAIR WAYS fore you reach that

Respect and big up from Heerlen, Netherlands.

Will always bang this classic

Veda Stravenue

Murphy Bridge

Oi mate! From finland