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THE STREETS : Has It Come To This? lyrics

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THE STREETS lyrics : "Has It Come To This?"

Original Pirate Material
Yer listening to the streets
Lock down your aerial

Make yerself at home
We got diesel or some of that homegrown
Sit back in yer throne, turn off yer phone

Cos this is our zone
Videos, televisions, 64's Playstations
We're paring with precision

Few herbs and a bit of Benson
But don't forger the Rizla,
Lean like the Tower of Pisa

Liza, I'll raise yer,
And this is the day in the life of a Geezer
For this ain't a club track

Pull out yer 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
Triple teenyear rudeboys

Come rain or snow the boodah flows
You don't know?
Stand on the corner watch the show

Cos life moves slow
Sort yer %#@! out then roll
Sex, Drugs 'n' On The Dole

Some men rise, some men fall
I hear ya call, stand tall now
Has it come to this?

Original Pirate Material
Your listening to the streets
Lock down your aerial

I'm just spitting, think I'm ghetto?
Stop dreaming, my data's streaming
I'm giving your bird them feelings

Touch yer toes and touch the ceiling
We walk the tightrope of street cred
Keep my dogs fed, all jungle all garage heads

Gold teeth, valentinos and dreads
Now, we were verbally slapped up
Physically tip-top, spinally ripped up

I do the science on my laptop, get my boys mashed up
Your listening to The Streets
You'll bear witness to some amazing feats

Bravery in the face of defeat
All line up and grab yer seat
Cos Tony's got a new motor

SR Nova driving like a joyrider
Speeding to the corner
Yer mother warned yer to sound system banger

Has it come to this?
Original Pirate Material
Your listening to The Streets

Lock down your aerial
My underground train runs from Mile End to Ealing
From Brixton to Boundsgreen

My spitting'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 yer age
Move to the next stage
Lock the rage inside the cage,

Like SK it's New Day
But don't take the shortcut through the subway
It's pay or play, these geezers walk the gangway

Deep seated urban decay, deep seated urban decay,
Rip down posters alight
From last weeks 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 sites, blinding with the lights
Taken to dizzy new heights

Blinding with the lights, blinding with the lights
Dizzy new heights
Has It come to this?
Original Pirate Material
Your listening to The Streets

Lock down your aerial.

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