Текст песни
Yeah, ooh, yeah
Oh, oh
Yo, summing up London stuff, brothers getting undercut
Gets darker in the city when the sun is up
Harma don't wait for that tab that you're running up
So keep running, bruv, hitting you with nothing but
Iller flow, billing up the iller crow
Ripping through your silicone, similar to Ricky O
Up and down the slippery road
Where breddas throw stones up on tippy toes
Glass thrones, new emperors, pretty clones
Still at peace but ill at ease
Blowing out steam through the winter breeze
Eyes red spilling my soliloquies
So I'm seeing green when I dream a dream
Days flickering from scene to scene
Feeling out of reach, feeling lifeless without the beat
Watching my spirit leave my body, leap from out my seat
And reunite with old friends that didn't make it
This shit is very special, I treat it very sacred
Am I wrong or am I right
To look up into the sky
And question what's the truth?
Should I laugh or should I cry
When I'm trapped inside my mind?
It's just what wise fools do
Yo, yeah, yo
The wise man is thinking before he reacts
No asanas, concrete is randomly taxed
For a buck, they may stand on your back
So as to wear the mask if you ain't a fan of the gas, yo
The foolish sell their souls and the souls of others
A land of fools, ownership full of stolen lovers
So the bell tolls for brothers
Keep shipping the keys 'til the code's discovered, yo
Brown-eyed, wild lies made the roads confused
Little boys selling pain but don't know the blues
Chipped the paint, I see it but the picture's faint
The sage is what you bitches ain't
Surrounded by divas and wannabe dealers
Audience members don't wanna be speakers
It's a weakness, rappers play fighting on the beat
Concentrate on the finger, misguided when they speak
Am I wrong or am I right