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Some stories told in |
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London Town, |
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From the east and the west we come, |
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And we'll all feel better tomorrow, |
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When the lord does come. [Kano:] |
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It could a |
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Cartier or a |
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Rolex, Presidential threat to magary, |
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Hang tight yes |
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I can tell by the heartbeat, |
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And you can probably take a pretty chick from a party, |
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But guess what time don't wait for no man, |
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Upside down from no sand it won't slow down, |
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It's going it's going 'till it's gone, |
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It feels right 'till you notice that it's gone, |
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And why can't we all get along, |
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It's peace whenever |
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I turn the mic on, |
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It's beef whenever |
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I turn to violence, |
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It's deep in the east |
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I'm deep in the beats, |
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I sleep on the beach and see my nephew it's |
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E23, Am I easily pleased uum |
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I just wanna clean up my community, |
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And throw a party for the whole street hardly asking for a whole leap, |
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It's deeper than music it's a movement now sing along to it [Chorus:] |
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Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala, |
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But sometimes you have to fight hustle grind struggle, |
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And you get no peace and too much trouble no range rover with rims on, |
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Put your headphones on and sing along, |
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Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala, |
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If you just get by the pence and ain't got no money for the rent, |
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When your self motivations gone put your headphones on and sing along, |
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Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala, |
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Some stories told in |
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London Town |
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From the east and the west we come, |
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And we'll all feel better tomorrow, |
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When the lord does come. [Kano:] |
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Look times of the essence rhyming's a weapon, |
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Metal detectors and lines at the entrance, |
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See I made the news when my gig booed, |
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Same show next year no violence at all, |
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But no more rap breaks and academies, |
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But I'd like to see them shut down |
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McD's, Cause they shootin' nah made you look, |
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Give a stage and a page from a check book, |
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Did use a few |
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G's to the police, |
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Just to put a show on for the fans to see, |
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If you listen the |
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I'll spit the lyric, |
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In N.W.A style and start killin' 'em |
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Nah I just wanna make them see, |
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Spit my verses say my piece, |
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Get off my back it'll make my sleep, |
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A hell of a lot easier this week, |
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Cause time in the present life is a lesson, |
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I'm still learning trying for perfection, |
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I'm still giving you fire on the record, |
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The vinyl's like |
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Ryan Hughes fireballs, |
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Yes I've got the road the world's my oyster, |
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I want the globe it's |
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DDDamon you already know, |
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KKA N to the |
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O if mumsies hardly at home, |
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You and your bro share the same clothes, |
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Work ain't done cause your baby sittin' |
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Fell free sing along to the riddim [Chorus:] |
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Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala, |
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If you grew up without no dad, |
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And enerything you want you can't have, |
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Lost love ones and you really miss em' |
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Feel free sing along to the riddim, |
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Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala, |
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Just feel free sing along to the riddim, |
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Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala, |
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Some stories told in |
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London Town, |
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From the east and the west we come, |
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And we'll all feel better tomorrow, |
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When the lord does come |
