Has It Come to This? (Live in France)

歌詞

Has it come to this Oh, oh oh oh Original pirate material You're listenin' to The Streets Lock down your aerial x2 Make yourself at home We got Diesel or some of that home grown Sit back in your throne Turn off your phone cause this is our zone Videos, televisions 64s, PlayStations Web henry with precision Few herbs and a bit of Benson But don't forget the Rizla Lean like the Tower Of Piza These are... A ways a... And this is a day in the life of a geezer For this ain't a club track Pull out your sack and sit back Whether you white or black Smoke weed, chase brown or toot rock We're on a mission Support the cause, sign a petition Summon all your wisdom The music's a gift from the man on high The Lord and his children Trip or team of your rudeboys Come rain or snow the boodah flows You don't know Stand on the corner Watch the show cause life moves slow Sort your shit out and then roll Sex, drugs and on the dole Some men rise, some men fall I hear you call Stand tall now Has it come to this Oh, oh oh oh Original pirate material You're listenin' to The Streets Lock down your aerial x2 I'm just spittin' Think I'm ghetto, stop dreaming My data's streaming I'm givin your bird them feelings Touch your toes then touch the ceiling We walk the tight rope of streed cred Keep my dogs fed All jungle, all garage heads Gold teeth, Valentinos and dreads now Verbally slapped up, physically tip top Spinally ripped up I do the science on my laptop And get my boys mashed up You're listening to The Streets You'll bear witness to some amazing feats Bravery in the face of defeat All line up and grab your seat Cos Tony's got a new motor SR Nova Drivin like a joyrider Speeding to the corner Your mother warned you to sound system banger Has it come to this Oh, oh oh oh Original pirate material You're listenin' to The Streets Lock down your aerial x2 My underground train runs from Mile End to Ealing From Brixton to Bounds Green My spittin's 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 got's my spirit and my beats I play fair don't cheat And keep the gangsters sweet Turn the page Don't rip it out at your rage Move to the next stage Lock the rage inside the cage Like SK, it's a new day But don't take the shortcut through the subway Its pay or play These geeers walk the gangway Deep-seated urban decay Deep-seated urban decay Rip down posters alight from last week's big garage night And the next Tyson fight I cook 'em at 90 degrees farenheit and don't copy the copyright I got 'em in my sights Blinded with the lights Taken to dizzy new heights Blinded with the lights Blinded with the lights Dizzy new heights Has it come to this Oh, oh oh oh Original pirate material You're listenin' to The Streets Lock down your aerial x2