Home Sweet Home

Yo, yo Mike man

This is the one man

It's gonna blow 'em away

Just let me teach these

It's Kane man

Just let me explain man

I'm trying to perfect my flow flow

So my dough grows loads

Like Pinocchio's nose though

They really don't know

Most of these spitters won't blow

So don't boast

Just like Narstie and East Co

I say that cos my nigga Dee know

And like Dee road looks, oh, he's cold

Deez is all East bros

Home sweet home

I speak slow

So the road can understand what I mean so

When I mean business what I mean is pro

And when I'm a little broke what I need is dough

And I speak low

I'm on the low

I just go where I need to go

But if you don't know K-A you don't know

And if you ain't on point then you don't roll

I love the road, the tarmac, the white lines

The double yellows, the zigzags and the bright lights

I hate being in the limelight

But I love being on the page or on a stage at prime time

I'm having fun so time flies

I'm having none so I find fights

One every five nights

And I ain't weak I can rhyme tight

But just let me let the beat say something for a second

That fine Mike?

You know vice versa Mike

Should I have had my money straight before I got my mind right

Cos before I'm shopping in buy rights

I'm a take action like Michael Jackson and buy rights

Half a mill that'd be quite nice

I don't want an SL5, an X5 and five bikes

I don't spend I'm quite tight

I love money don't get me wrong

But it's more what the song's like

You see me I ain't hard to please

I just wanna spit these bars and breeze

I just wanna sit in cars with the keys

Put my mum in a place where palms are the trees

Cos living broke that's hardly me