How to Raise a Blade

"Ready"

"Are we recording? Yo, Dogface, are we

Recording? Dogface, are we recording?"

"Yes, we are, dickhead"

"Ah, OK, here we go, How To Raise A Blade. Alright, one, two, three"

How to raise a blade, simple

First you get a ten-year-old kid and you send him to a school

Keep him in the back of the class with a pen and a pad and

Watch him go mad

Drummin' on the tables, writin' lyrics

And when the teacher tries to keep him quiet, he don't hear it

Teacher teachin', preacher preachin'

The miniature blade you ain't reachin'

So I go swing the pendulum, is what I'm bringin' 'em

I'm an MC so I ain't singin' 'em

One day, he'll be at the Trocadero

Lookin' for the hero, nah, that's a zero

Eat kebabs with the red hot chili pepper

Drink a Pepsi, then he got to sepa-

Rate the good from the bad

Give him somethin' that he ain't never had

A microphone, stick it in the amp

Treat him like a tramp, build him like a heavyweight champ

Exercisin', vocalizin'

Socializin', forever risin'

This is how he should be brought up

And the troubles of the world, he never should be caught up in

Put the rubbish in the bin

Strictly strength you'll be witnessin' (You never have to ask)

Never the kid perpetratin' the fraud

Always believin' there's a god

And respectin' himself and those that respect him

And never doin' the things that they expect him, well, check it

"Would you like to dance?"

"Twelve and a half years later"