[Mos Def]
Lawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwd, lawd have mercy
All nice and peace and true, follow me now, we say
Say Hi-Tek yes you're ruling hip-hop
Say J. Rawls yes you're ruling hip-hop
Redefinition say you're ruling hip-hop
Say Black Star come to rock it non...
Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate
The whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it
Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit
Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and Nazareth
After this you be pressing rewind on top your master disk
Shining like an asterisk for all those that be gatherin
Connectin like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenaments
Cause all my Brooklyn residents, ? heavy regiments
Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn WHAAAAAAAoohhhh
See that? Bound to take it all kid, believe that
From where they sellin tree at, to where the police be at
Talib Kweli e-Kweli-ty yo tell them where we be at
[Talib Kweli]
Brooklyn New York City where they paint murals of Biggie
In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty
what a pity -- blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense
Tree scents is dominant can't be covered with incense
My presence felt my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection
People thinkin MC is short hand for Mis Conception
Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion
that most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate
Walkin the streets is like battlin, be careful with your body
You must know karate or think your soul is bulletproof like Sade
Stop actin like a bitch already, be a visionary
And maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary
Third rate teacher readin and talkin about,
"I knew he'd amount to nothin"
Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type,
who'd have thought they was frontin?"
Talkin +Loud+ like you in RCA, get carted away
with body parts and treys, what a way to start your day
Yo it's like
Chorus: Mos Def and Talib Kweli
One two three
Mos Def and Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
Best alliance in hip-hop, wyahhhhh
I said one two three
It's kind of dangerous to be a emcee
They shot Tupac and Biggie
Too much violence in hip-hop, wyahhhhh
[Mos Def]
I said Manhattan keep on makin it (Bo!), Brooklyn keep on takin it (Bo!)
So relax we're takin it back, Redhook where we're livin at
Plenty cats be strugglin not hustlin and bubblin
It ain't about production and -- what else we discussin?
When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows
Strivin for perfection ever since I was a snot-nosed
COLOSSAL, true original b-boy apostle
Standin on the rooftop with the, Zulu gestapo
[Talib Kweli]
You think you the shit
somebody in the wings'll force you to quit
It could be your crew or click
or some random kid you smoked buddha with
Consider me the entity within the industry without a history
of spittin the epitome, of stupidity -- livin my life
expressin my liberty, it gotta be done properly
My name is in the middle of e-Kweli-ty
People follow me and other cats they hear him flow
And assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano
[Mos Def]
Still sippin wishin well water, imported, from Pluto
Three hundred and sixty milliliters for all our believers
In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us
in the jungle with the leaders we the lions you the +cheaters+
A cypher, will complete us if we come through your receivers
You can play us and repeat us and then take us home and read us
(line for line) Good Jesus, Mos Def and Kweli just
make a pussy freeze up, thinkin we will ease up
Chorus
Soundbombing Freestyle (Black Star)
[DJ Evil Dee]
Uh, this is Side 2, Evil Dee in your area
Rawkus, every four minutes of dump flavored Now and Laters
*laughs* and ass-crack Oreos
(ready, ready)
-interlude-
[Talib Kweli]
*laughs*
Throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care
And if you, love the truth, and you livin proof
Let me hear you say "oh yeah"
And you don't stop, and you don't quit, and you don't stop
And you don't quit, and you don't quit
It's Talib Kweli I'm the ultimate
Got my man Mos Def and he's freakin shit
Listen to the way the beat gets intricate
Anybody who is illiterate, probably will never even consider it
Yo, Evil Dee what up? my name is Talib Kweli
That's Mos Def on the ?Wilison?
Yo, this is futuristic Soundbombing, welcome
Please do not hold onto the doors
(Ladies and gentlemen, we would like to introduce
A very interesting young man who's traveled from very far away
To be with us tonight)
[Mos Def]
(yes, yes) yo yo yo yo (yes) yo yo
Aiyyo Kweli I heard there's a function goin on at the D&D
Some things that I gotta see, heard that the Rawkus click
Was doin some ill shit wit my man Evil, and the rest of my people
Is you wit it?
[Kweli]
I'm always wit it, always forget it
If you a MC, you couldn't get wit it, you too dim-witted
MC's come to and try to diss this
Chicks want Kweli for Christmas, on they wish list
Here we come through, kick the lyrical swiftness
You missed this, again it's over your head
Now I send it, over to my friend Mos Def
MC's got no **in rhymes left
[Mos Def]
*phone rings*
Hello, yes I got the call, don't need no answering machine at all
I got a, Caller ID to screen my calls
So I can see who's tryin to speak to me cuz frequently
A lot of cats try to get in touch but I don't want to be in they
clutch
I got my man Kweli who I love very much, and such and such
My man, Rawkus click, we on some ill shit
[Kweli]
I call 7-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Don't want to say his number, MC's is in slumber
Yo they wakin up they takin up too much time
Mos Def, I got to get in touch wit and get a Dutch
And then head over to his crib and say
"Yo look what these kids did, and I had my kids at my crib"
And I can't believe they tried to roll up on my like that
MC's come through because they always lookin wack
[Mos Def]
They always lookin wack cuz look at the way they dress
Thinkin you a Mister you must be a Miss
I'm watchin the slip underneath your skirt
Steppin to me like that kid you only get hurt
Son I stand five-ten wit the open palms, I'm droppin bombs
Wit the, urban songs and I never stay calm when I kick it
A matter of fact I get type wicked and very specific
[Kweli]
And exquisite wit the beat, MC's is incomplete
They ain't like whole wheat, I need to eat
More of that for my nutrition, MC's catchin coniptions
They readin the writin on the wall like an Egyptian
Comin through is my verbal mission, to try to track you down
It's the MC formerly known as Genesis
You will remember this, it's your verbal nemesis
Yo, Mos Def is
[Mos Def]
Yo my style is original like fingerprints
I been down ever since, make you Reminisce like Pete Rock
When the beat drop, kids stop to listen
Because they hear the verbs glisten
I'll play your opposition like a fullback, I got the full pack
Just like a convict on lock, the beat never stop
And we come on time like a clock, this is the real hip-hop
[Kweli]
The real hip-hop, try to test me, you get stomped
Why try, you get caught up in the paparazzi like Princess Di
Yo, come through we always lookin fly
MC's try to come up to me, they singin lullabyes
They on a plantation, I'll free you like Emancipation
>From that thought you have is makin your mind needin some sanatation
I'm fillin the schools up like asbestos
It's best that you leave my premesis
[Mos Def]
And what's better, is to make cheddar
And try to get yo shit together
I freak it wherever and whenever just like Maxwell
The style that I got will tax well
Yo that just bomb, but I don't spend my time
Focusin on mistakes, I feed breaks
This is the way that we make, and sound hype
When we stand on the mic
[Kweli]
We focus on true, we never dwell and hate
[DJ Evil Dee]
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh UH!
Respiration (Remix) (Black Star)
(Talib Kweli)
We lyrically rich, listed, spiritually fit
Eating healthy, coming clean never filthy
In God's eyes I'm wealthy
Felt the power as I entered the palace of 7 lights
Time traveled with dissipating on battles my brethren fight
For birth rights they already got, and shouldn't have to get
Break down the steady plot that's accurate
Bust the shots that's immaculate
Take it to your nugget cause my beloveds covet they freedom
Believe it put nothing above it loving to leave it
We blessed with free will so we choose to be ill
Like sharks keep it grooving we could never be still
Swimming in the channel of life
The orators of rhymes handling mics
Tiptoeing through the corridors of your mind with candlelights
Everlasting in your hood like liquor stores and check cash
Flashing passes for classes of the third past then blast it
Makaveli 4, I'm betting on brothers who have nothing to live for
To give more to the struggle, they already at war
So much on my mind I just can't recline
Blastin holes til the night bled sunshine
Breathe in, Breathe out
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it, I can feel the city breathing
(Mos Def)
I push my pen and wrote this scribe
Like the morning wouldn't find me alive
I'm surrounded on all sides
By the kind in the pool, wise men and the fool
Young guns in tennis school get no glasses and glue
Get yours, get it right
Get down, get paid, get ass, get around
Get on, get fly, get jig and get high
Live to get and you'll only end up getting by
When the nighttime covers the city like a coat
I approach and assemble my host
Enter nosed? caught asleep in the city that don't
Cause I won't that you rest noises on your doorstep
Dump the stress
Police the park, mam, raise the park bench on nonsense
Cause they fail to see the brothers' conference
Regardless we bond tight and we rumble all day to break night
Daylight why we living to death, you ain't right
The same fight about my nighttime habits is mad static
But the city's just so alive that I just got to have it
The planet of Brook-LAWN is what I look on
Ghetto chef rock your vest while you getting your cook on
Dedicating this song to Scott LaRock, Big and pop
Call ?Nature Ray?, Betty Carter and John Henry CLark
Romp around and freedom fights going down
You set the pace, now you finish the race
It's on now
So much on my mind I just can't recline
Blasting holes til the night bled sunshine
Breathe in, Breathe out
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it, I can feel the city breathing
(Bridge)
Don't get too close because you might get shot (2X)
(Black Thought)
One's for the treble, two's for the bass
Up in your face, just taking up space
On the case like Blodrack?, drugs like Prozac
Flavor and you know dat kid that shit's so fat
Downlo devious, previous mischevious
Looking like a feeling, here to make a killing
Appealing to the hiphop crowd rowdy loud
RahRahRah and harrass pay me cash
A late night excursion looking and listening
To scenes I be fitting in the rhyme that I'm getting in
Finishing the job I'm total asset pass it
My eyes so red that broke bread I pack nuff lead
This is how I want it part of the storm
So when I 8 for the dome then blow the spot is blown
Do you understand it the mic, yo, I demanded
Riffing, it doesn't make a difference
Don't get too close because you might get shot (4X)
Is it real, huh? Is it really is that buddha
In the philly, I let the smoke influenced me to laught at jokes
When I'm writing down the hot on paper
So I create beats to trigger up my flamer
Then I commence to set it off with a sentence
"W** emcees keep your distance"
Instantly just like a bomb of the mic is in my palm
I do harm but coolly calm with the firearms
Dangerous flavorous
Lyrically miracle street life material
Kept up in the stereo so here we go for niggas know what's up
Oh yeah, the hardcore shit
Making chumps forfeit
Walking on you, stepping on you just like a doormat
Check the format, definitely all that
The extreme dopest getting focus
Now I'm gonna spark this, now I'm gonna smoke this
Don't get too close because you might get shot (4X)
Definition (Black Star)
[Mos Def]
Lawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwd, lawd have mercy
All nice and peace and true, follow me now, we say
Say Hi-Tek yes you're ruling hip-hop
Say J. Rawls yes you're ruling hip-hop
Redefinition say you're ruling hip-hop
Say Black Star come to rock it non...
Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate
The whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it
Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit
Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and Nazareth
After this you be pressing rewind on top your master disk
Shining like an asterisk for all those that be gatherin
Connectin like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenaments
Cause all my Brooklyn residents, ? heavy regiments
Don't believe, here the evidence, where Brooklyn WHAAAAAAAoohhhh
See that? Bound to take it all kid, believe that
From where they sellin tree at, to where the police be at
Talib Kweli e-Kweli-ty yo tell them where we be at
[Talib Kweli]
Brooklyn New York City where they paint murals of Biggie
In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty
what a pity -- blunts is still fifty cents, it's intense
Tree scents is dominant can't be covered with incense
My presence felt my name is Kweli from the Eternal Reflection
People thinkin MC is short hand for Mis Conception
Let me meditate, set it straight, came to the conclusion
that most of these cats is featherweight, let me demonstrate
Walkin the streets is like battlin, be careful with your body
You must know karate or think your soul is bulletproof like Sade
Stop actin like a bitch already, be a visionary
And maybe you can see your name in the column of obituary
Third rate teacher readin and talkin about,
"I knew he'd amount to nothin"
Neighbors like, "He was the quiet type,
who'd have thought they was frontin?"
Talkin +Loud+ like you in RCA, get carted away
with body parts and treys, what a way to start your day
Yo it's like
Chorus: Mos Def and Talib Kweli
One two three
Mos Def and Talib Kweli
We came to rock it on to the tip-top
Best alliance in hip-hop, wyahhhhh
I said one two three
It's kind of dangerous to be a emcee
They shot Tupac and Biggie
Too much violence in hip-hop, wyahhhhh
[Mos Def]
I said Manhattan keep on makin it (Bo!), Brooklyn keep on takin it (Bo!)
So relax we're takin it back, Redhook where we're livin at
Plenty cats be strugglin not hustlin and bubblin
It ain't about production and -- what else we discussin?
When the cock crows, my crop grows, enable me to rock flows
Strivin for perfection ever since I was a snot-nosed
COLOSSAL, true original b-boy apostle
Standin on the rooftop with the, Zulu gestapo
[Talib Kweli]
You think you the shit
somebody in the wings'll force you to quit
It could be your crew or click
or some random kid you smoked buddha with
Consider me the entity within the industry without a history
of spittin the epitome, of stupidity -- livin my life
expressin my liberty, it gotta be done properly
My name is in the middle of e-Kweli-ty
People follow me and other cats they hear him flow
And assume I'm the real one with lyrics like I'm Cyrano
[Mos Def]
Still sippin wishin well water, imported, from Pluto
Three hundred and sixty milliliters for all our believers
In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us
in the jungle with the leaders we the lions you the +cheaters+
A cypher, will complete us if we come through your receivers
You can play us and repeat us and then take us home and read us
(line for line) Good Jesus, Mos Def and Kweli just
make a pussy freeze up, thinkin we will ease up
Chorus
Feel My Truths (Jay-Z)
(Woooooo)
(Yeah)
(Turn the music up turn the lights down i'm in my zone)
[Chorus]
Thank God for grantin me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty
The world'll feel my truths
Through my Hard Knock Life time
My Gift and The Curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work
So you can feel my truths
I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt
(Yall can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings
To that Black Album endin
Listen close you hear what i'm about
Nigga feel my truths
[Verse One]
When pop died
Didn't cry
Didn't know him that well
Between him doin heroin
And me doin crack sales
With that in the egg shell
Standin at the tabernacle
Rather the church
Pratendin to be hurt
Wouldn't work
So a smirk was all on my face
Like damn that mans face was just like my face
So pop i forgive you
For all the shit that i live through
It wasn't all your fault
Homie you got caught
And to the same game i fault
That Uncle Ray lost
My big brothers and so many others i saw
I'm just glad we got to see each other
Talk and re-meet each other
Save a place in Heaven
Til the next time we meet forever
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
The music business hate me
Cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers and boosters embrace me
And the music i be makin
I dumb down for my audience
And double my dollars
They criticize me for it
Yet they all yell "Holla"
If skills sold
Truth be told
I'd probably be
Lyricly
Talib Kweli
Truthfully
I wanna rhyme like Common Sense
(But i did five Mil)
I ain't been rhymin like Common since
When your sense got that much in common
And you been hustlin since
Your inception
** perception
Go with what makes sense
Since
I know what i'm up against
We as rappers must decide what's most impor-tant
And i can't help the poor if i'm one of them
So i got rich and gave back
To me that's the win, win
The next time you see the homie and his rims spin
Just know my mind is workin just like them
(The rims that is)
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
My homie Sigel's on a tier
Where no tears should fall
Cause he was on the block where no squares get off
See in my inner circle all we do is ball
Til we all got triangles on our wall
He ain't just rappin for the platinum
Yall record
I recall
Cause i really been there before
Four scores and seven years ago
Prepared to flow
Prepare for war
I shall fear no man
You don't hear me though
These words ain't just paired to go
In one ear out the other ear
NO
YO
My balls and my word is alls i have
What you gonna do to me?
Nigga scars'll scab
What you gonna box me homie?
I can dodge and jab
Three shots couldn't touch me
Thank God for that
I'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back
And the whole BK nigga holla back
[Chorus]
Holiday (Goldie Lookin' Chain)
alright, got your passport?
check
got your t-shirts?
check
got your sunglasses?
check.........aw no, aw no, i left 'em in the caaar
alright, have you got...your draw?
check
got your fags?
check
got your rizla?
check
they're the 3 things you need to be in the GLC........right, lets go on 'oliday!
yey, safe as fuk, wey
alright, i'm goin' on holiday
i'm goin' away for a fukin' week and a day
i'm gonna stay there and with some of my mates
and get wrecked up and drink beer by the crate
i go's away..........another can
i sold my car and bought a camper-van
but i only got as far as fukin' Porthcawl
when the engine fuked up and it started to stall
i've packed my case and i'm on my way
it's time to go on fukin' holiday
i booked it last month and it wasn't very dear
i don't care where i go just as long as there's beer
i gets off the plane, there's a pain in my ass
but that's only because it's rammed with grass
then the bloke looked at me funny and thought that i was scum
next things i knows i'm in fukin' customs
chorus -
serious, mate you gotta come on holiday
if you do's it right the DSS'll fukin' pay
serious, mate you gotta come on holiday
if you do's it fukin' right the DSS'll fukin' pay
i saved all my cash and went to Ibiza
with eggsie and his cousin and a girl named Rita
but when we got there it was hot as hell
we forgot to book a fukin' hotel
we had no hotel, we had a tent
we had to find a place to rent
so adam hussain had a quick look around
and found a nice piece of fukin' camping ground
i go's on holiday with my nan
we gotta really book a caravan
i fukin' loves it, i always want more
this year we're going to fukin' Bangor
met a girl called Sharon, she's really quite fit
went to a club in Barry, it was fukin' shit
i couldn't stay there very long
so i went back the hotel and smoked up a bong
chorus -
serious, mate you gotta come on holiday
if you do's it right the DSS'll fukin' pay
serious, mate you gotta come on holiday
if you do's it fukin' right the DSS'll fukin' pay
i got to Spain and i had no money
i thought, 'fuk this, i'll get some curry'
i looked at the birds, they looked really nice
a bit like some dirty meat lookin' for some spice
like a curry...aaahh
you gotta get away to work on your tan
so i go's with adam and his nan
i gotta get down to somwhere by the sea
so i stays in a fukin' B&B, you knows it
Oue la piscine et dans la gare?
i dunno much french so i won't get far
i ask all these bastards if they knows where to go
to get some crazy drugs like some speed or some blow
chorus -
serious, mate you gotta come on holiday
if you do's it right the DSS'll fukin' pay
serious, mate you gotta come on holiday
if you do's it fukin' right the DSS'll fukin' pay
i got my lotion and my flip-flops
they were on sale in that b-boy shop
i's goin' away on my holidays
to top up my tan and get some rays
laters, clarts, i'm off on a plane
they better be ready for adam hussain
got my exctasy stashed, it's time for some fun
and i'm off to Spain to get me some sun
loads of birds on the beach, lookin' real fine
gotta get some action, quick time
i said to this french bloke, 'do you know half a Q?'
i think he said, er, 'fuk you'
'alright mate, do you know half a quarter?'
'hey, fuk you and fuk your daughter'
chorus -
serious, mate you gotta come on holiday
if you do's it right the DSS'll fukin' pay
serious, mate you gotta come on holiday
if you do's it fukin' right the DSS'll fukin' pay
The Names (Goldie Lookin' Chain)
Mr Love Eggs, Raphael De La Ghetto, Chon Benwa Balls, 38DD Killer
Benny Blanco, Adam Hussain, Billy Webb, Mystikal, Mike Balls, Burnside, Maggot, Stressed Armstrong, Mr Compact, Lloyd Ganja 99, Dippenah, Lee, Dirty Bob, Bobby Sauce, Skippy, Certical?, 2000AD, GanjaBizness, King Jacko, Dai Texas, Mad Keith, The Rock, Carl from Risca, Frankie Lodge, Charlotte from Scarlett's, Woody, Kerry Smithson, Sarah Bornes, Garaaa, The Red Boy, Tim Westcountry, Vince Pernail, Eugena Genius, Showbiz
Respect to the the glc, you knows it safe.
Rave it up
GLC
yeah those were the names, f*ckin you knows it. Respect aaaaaah
Word is born, peace to your mother providin she pays me that forty five quid i lent her for that draw, slag
Safe as f*ck, respect due, f*cking knows it. Safe.
If you've previously listened to, if you've heard the name mentioned, or if you've taken part in any activities involved with this music, you're now officially a member of the goldie lookin chain ya shithead
You f*ckin knows it.
"You have 4 messages-
Message one: I don't know where you are, but I've been banging on this door for fcuking five minutes! I wish you wouldn't piss me about like this! Not when I'm not well!
Message 2: Yeah dis is Ice-T- 1990!
Message 3: Oh! we're going to barry da na da na da na na Oh! back to the island! da na da ndanana Oh! we're gonna go on the log-flume! da na na na na Oh! on a fcuking wicked GLC tune... Yeah!
Message 4: Adam Hussain's gonna bring you some pain, unless you give me a ring- it's your clart hussain! Ta-ra
End of messages, to delete all messages- press delete" *beep*
Nine Carat Habit (Goldie Lookin' Chain)
Chain! (Xain?)
Shoutin' out massive to the GLC crew
Biggin' up, Dipper Nan
King Jacko
Dirty Bob, AKA, Bobby Sauce (?)
Playing the beats on the Newport Streets
Y2K +1
Respect to all the Maindee boys
Thats Lee, Lloyd Ganja 99,
You knows your safe
And the man, boy, fcuking Balls.
Hardest man in soccer violence
fcuking had you in a fight, innit clart?
You knows it Clart
?? for the year 2000, plus 1
You fcuking knows it!
Right, here we go.
Theres loads of people, here with shouts tonight
We got a new, extra special guest, Eugene da Genius
In the house, hes safe as fcuk,
He smokes loads of fags, drinks loads of booze
Got Stressed Armstrong,
Hes a crazy motherfcuker
Hes got two pairs of legs, two arms
Hes great as fcuk
DCI Burnside, hes on the case 24/7
Takes some.. gets evidence..
Hes fcuking safe as fcuk.
Then we got our favourite, Adam Hussain
Hes not going to fcuk you up
Hes gonna touch you up, then let you go.
Hes safe as fcuk
Hes off with a bit of killing (??!!)
You knows it
The we got Billy Webb
Whos crazy as fcuk
Ands hes just sitting in a car, having a loveley drink
you knows it
Then 2000AD
AKA 2Hats
You knows it
And finally P.Xain
Whos making a rave
and having a cup of tea, and a fag
INNIT!
And Hussains in the house tonight,
Look at me strange, and well have a fcuking fight.
You thinks your hard?
Well I thinks your not!
Just cuz you say you grew up in fcuking ??
You knows I knows Cardiff better than you
Dont you know fcuking GLCs there too?
You smokes some Bud, and sit back down
You dont wanna make me fcuking drown
But if thinks Im the one to blame,
Ill swing you round the room with my goldie lookin' chain
Safe as fcuk, yeah
P.Xain,GLC you fcuking knows it
My chains wicked, its made of fcuking gold
Ive had it 9 years, but its really fcuking old
Every time I wear it down the fcuking job center
The kids look at me and they feel a bit better
This shits so good cuz Im looking fcuking fly
But if you looks at me, Ill poke out your fcuking eye
Hahaha!!
You fcuking clit!
You knows it!
Nine Carat Habit
Ill snap you like a rabbit
Cuz when you see my chain,
you know you wanna grab it
now my name is P. Xain
and I wears loads of gold
I nicked it off my gran,
cuz shes fcuked and old
Now Im on the run, with the GLC crew
And I called up 2Hats to see what to do
Sell it down Pill, get a fcuking good price
get a wicked pair of trainers and a tracksuit thats nice
????
I got a nine carat habit
???
feeling bold
Representing gold double Os
Mr Ts got nothing on Hussains gold habit
Put gold in my face and you knows ill fcuking grab it
I loves my chains, i loves them quite alot
gives me some weed, and Ill lose the fcuking plot
Suck my fcuking dick, and ill hit you with a brick
But never say that im not fcuking sick
Say Im fcuking cool, drink the mushroom brew
And get down with the GLC fcuking crew
Wearing gold chains till theyre coming out my brains
(If i was Saturn ,then the radio would have no rings ) (??!!)
Giving loads of presents, to loads of fcuking kids
I nick it from the parents to fund this crazy shit
When I wear a gold chain
I never get hit
Noone gives me crap, and noone gives me shit
I feels fcuking wicked, and my shells wicked too
Everybody knows Im in the GLC crew
Haha!
Nine carat habit!
He'll snap you like a rabbit!
????
Chain!
???
Crazy!
Eastside, Motherfcuker!
No Joke (Goldie Lookin' Chain)
No Joke
'alright clart! i saw you in fukin' Zanzi's dinni? what happened to you on Friday, clart?'
'aw, you're never gonna believe it, man! it's so unsafe, i got busted for havin' the well known rave drug, speed, innit!'
'you're fukin' jokin' me, son...tell me more about it'
'serious, it all started out like this, man...'
Pig: This interview is being tape recorded and it may be given in evidence if your case is brought to trial. At the conclusion you will be provided with a copy of the tape and a form explaining what happens to the tapes. We're in an interview room at Newport Central police station, can you give your full name and date of birth, please.
Eggsy
I'm Chon Ben-Wa Balls and i'm goin' up the walls
I went out with my mates to see the waterfalls
No, really, i'm lying, i went to a club
And i got some crazy rave drugs and start to get wrecked up
Next thing i know, i'm in the bad end of town
I'm getting wrecked up and the police start to frown
They pulled me aside, saw the bag of speed
They even busted me for 'avin a toke on some weed
It's crazy, it's shit, i want to go have a good time
Next thing i know, i'm talking to PC59
He tried to do me for havin' loads of crazy fukin' drugs
I just wanted to get mad and cut a few fukin' rubs
All
Chorus -
It ain't no joke, it's a poor mans coke
I got busted by the law while i was havin' a toke
It ain't no joke, it's a poor mans coke
I got busted by the law while i was havin' a toke
Adam Hussein
I takes loads of drugs, i does 'em all the time
My mother threw me out the council house outta my mind
Now i'm on the streets with the GLC crew
And i takes the ecstasy to my fukin' nan too(?)
The police sat me in a cell
In there was Ben-Wa Balls as well
Smoked some draw and took some pills
And asked a bloke in a dress for some fukin' cheap thrills, innit
'GLC...2000+1'
'GLC, maximum pressure, you knows it, 1983, the year it all started, respect, you knows it, Ben-Wa Balls, Loveggs, fukin' Billy Webb, Adam Hussain, respect, Two Hats, knows it'
Pig: That concludes the interview. Is there anything else you wish to add or clarify in connection to what you have said?
Eggsy
Yeah, fuk you, i do's what i gotta do
If it involves drinking beer and sniffing fukin' funky glue
Then i'll do it, you can't stop me cos i'm feelin' fukin mad
And if you tries to fuk with me i'll get you beaten up by my dad
'Big shout out to Woody who sold me the draw, Johnny Seko(?), all the crew, fukin' safe'
'Big shout out to Carl from Risker, he sold me the fukin' draw, he's safe, oh, and Charlotte as well, in fukin' Scarletts, wicked'
'Shout to Mad Keith who sold me the fukin' speed and the draw, you knows it, he can fukin' sort you out'
'Yo man, shouts to Terry Smithser(?) who got me 39 ounces of weed in under half an hour! you knows it!'
Pig: That white wrapping is exhibit MAC1, it is a piece of paper containing amphetamine, or what you believe to be amphetamine
All
Chorus -
It ain't no joke, it's a poor mans coke
I got busted by the law while i was havin' a toke
It ain't no joke, it's a poor mans coke
I got busted by the law while i was havin' a toke
knows it...GLC...
2000AD, aka Two Hats, you see
Got busted for takin' the fukin' ecstasy
Gurning like a bitch, be on coke if i was rich
But i gotta go to the toilets cos i got a bit of an itch
I takes the drugs but i don't have fights
So why did the bastards read me my rights?
Pig: You bought it in TJ's last Friday for five pounds and you were going to use it for your own personal possession, is that correct?
Khalla (Noori)
Tum Ne Apne Ehsaas Ko Maar Diya
Phir Tum Ne Us Ki Maiyat Ko Jala Diya
Ab Tum Is Ki Raakh Par Kharay Ho
Aur Tumhari Insaaniyat
Aur Tumharey Darmaiyaan
Ek Khalla Hai
Khalla Hai Khalla Hai Khalla Hai
Khalla Hai Khalla Hai Khalla Hai
Main... Tum...
Hum Akelay Hain...
Be Kali Kee Chaoon Main Hum Be His Jeetay Hain...
Jeetay Hain...
Aaarzuu... Ab Chupee Hai Kahan...
Us Dyar-E-Khamoshee Main Yeh Dil Hain Jahan...
Woh Jahan...
Ab Nahin Hai Per Woh Hai Kahan?
Hum Hain Kahan?
Ghafil Hais Sayee Main Apne Jahan...
Hum Hain Wahan...
Ab Lage Aisey Jaise Zameen Se Buhat Dur...
Ab Jaisey Aur Aage Barh Letain Hain Majboor...
Buhat Dur...
Jaisee Chand Tare Pooochtay Hain Mujh Se...
Kaha Hai Teri Zindagee Kahan Hai Tu?
Kahan Tu?
Ab Nahin Hai Per Woh Hai Kahan?
Hum Hain Kahan?
Ghafil Hais Sayee Main Apne Jahan...
Hum Hain Wahan...
Dhool Ki Taal Pay Ga Ray, Gaa Ray Dil Jhoom Kay Ga Ray,
Apna Har Dard Chupa Kay, Naach Aur Sub Ko Nacha Ray,
Mukh Pay Ghoongat Daalay, Naina Do Matwaalay,
Aaj Koi Chala Hai Saj Kay Piya Nagaria Ray,
Yeh Bandhan... Naatay... Saaray... Tor Kay Manwa Ray...
Ho Manwa Ray O Manwa Ray...
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