Lyrics:
CUSTOMER: Why?
MORTICIAN: He hasn't got shit all over him.
Scene 3
[clop clop]
ARTHUR: Old woman!
DENNIS: Man!
ARTHUR: Man, sorry. What knight lives in
me not in 'Lo it's a problem
'Less it's a Champion suit, then I'm trappin'
(?) got all this 'Lo all from rappin'?
Used to have a nigga that was down
teach them in the schools?
Who'd make the beggers keep in line? Learn them all the rules?
Who's tell us whitewash windows? When to take down doors
(Drillin')
We was on the field and the no go ends
While you're chilling with your mum at home
(Home, home, home)
Three man up in a four door Benz
While you're
push on me man, full stop
You would pad up as a live man
But when you come down you a death box
Grim reaper's here, that's three knocks
Thanks for
All hope long ago buried
Here in London in a sea of strangers
(A necklace of Marian's has
Been stolen by the
Crowd the conman laughs Marian struggles
a headache and im so poetic And life is a madness
London is pretty
This city is butters this city is both
I call it my home and its live,
Days will go by
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
fuckin' era
And you should just admit it
Can't nobody do it better
Gotta Hood by Air sweater, this shit is M3
And I'm in a M3 till
My nigga Benji's we
door
Their poor young solder of sixteen, no older
Did not make it home
Oh, no, have you heard the news today?
They say London's burning down once again
tryna test my brain in the AM
That's an exam then it's on to a next man
Still scarred by my ex hoes
Could show her true colours in a photo
That's
what you don't know
They can come and kick ya door
Leave you bleeding on the floor
Won't get crossed by any foe
Im just sticking to the code
Chasing
crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street
I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money
my niggas tryna eat
I need to figure it out
Just tell me the floor show me the door
My niggas kicking em down
Flicky in the whip they wish I would slip
born in freedom but he soon becomes a slave
I cages of convention from cradle to the grave
The weak fall by the wayside but strong will be saved
In
through the fire like gold, can't be a rhymestone
We calculate by jubilees, we in a different time zone
Like one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
the sea A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes And love in her heart for me I work in a London bank, respectable position From nine to three they
the sea
A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes
And love in her heart for me
I work in a London bank, respectable position
From nine to three they
the sea
A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes
And love in her heart for me
I work in a London bank, respectable position
From nine to three they
account, I cannot sit in the house
All my niggas tryna eat, I need to figure it out
Just tell me the floor, show me the door
My niggas kickin' 'em down
the human-sized buildings
The where you going in such a hurry
Those boring familiar faces chatting on the street
The cars taking a walk
The scent of skin hit by
the sea
A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes
And love in her heart for me
I work in a London bank, respectable position
From nine to three they
position of number 19. Hmmm... Not alot of
people remember that. But, I do! Cause I played on them! Hah! Si! Now look, Murders in the Rue.... Oh by
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