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Suck your, suck your, suck your, mum Suck your mum, suck your mum Yeah I said it, suck your mum Suck your mother and dad If you think niggas just love these cuffs and riots A million footsteps to make it in, woah, oh, oh It ain't easy to just dry four hundred tears Different whip, different chain, different bracelet Different thing but we still take the same shit Get your paper but you don't get complacent If we don't hold each other down, we won't make it If we don't- That might be the hook I could retire after Not like when Tyson sparks ya Like twisted fire starter I worship bars and I'll die a martyr I got my Nikes from Pardner I had the snidest braders The O.E was selling war, that shit to the grimiest dances Eediat tell me 'bout grime interrupted Like my stripes in sharpied On my shoulder like I ain't a soldier in this rarse ting, crarses Left a boy alone, forget some pussy and some plantain 'Cause of the sweet colour of our skin They wan throw banana skins at John Barnsey's They tell us to go fuckin' back to our own country But they won't even give us back our own countries Every entrance to a door Has a footprint left by the ones that came before Let's talk about the day the wind was rushed up on the shore They promised us so much and then they left us to be poor Need superhero capes for the stuff our mum's had to endure Just heading to the store, no blacks, no Irish and no dogs The system's taking course and the most powerful are fraud They trap us in estates, won't even educate us boys And wonder why we break the law This ain't for the culture, it's for the connoisseur This ain't for the club, it's for the mandem on the curb They're tryna take away our art, how we supposed to earn? And express what's in our heart, I beg you Suck your mother and dad Look, yep we here, we here Landowner got keys here Vroom vroom in MB's here Pure part to get cheap beer Jerk man 'pon the streets ere Fish fry and get steam ere Rice with our gunga peas ere Great grandkids are making G's ere We fly back to spend G's there Nuff rice so we'll be rich ere Then meet the queen but we kings ere Got London turn up! Bare man a wear gloves and collars We bring light but darkness follows So we cry then laugh tomorrow Dry your puddles, mic in the basement Had a voice then we parted with the station No choice but to fly in the face of Bias and hatred, grind 'til you wait in line for the pay checks The might for the game is spiteful and heinous But my generation, times are a changing Die if I cave in, trying our patience Lying so blatant trenchifyin' our places But minds are awakening, tightening up laces To fight in the AM But at night, yeah we're raving At night, we're raving Ice on the brain ting (Suck your mother and dad) If you think niggas just love these drugs and crime A million footsteps to make it easy, woah, oh, oh It ain't easy to just dry four hundred tears Different whip, different chain, different bracelet In the field but we still take the same shit Get your paper but you don't get complacent If we don't hold each other down, we will make it If we don't hold each other down, we will make it Different whip, different chain, different bracelet In the field but we still take the same shit If we don't hold each other down, we will make it If we don't hold each other down, we will make it