Fast Lava

Don't make me smash your melon up

Try throwing shade on melanin

Send him 7up, I'm too sweet, I put the lemon in

They put their boots on our ground

I put my roots in their ground

I put my truth in this sound

I'll spit my truth and it's brown

I don't give a fuck about the cash and stack

Or the crown on your skull, you ain't Basquiat

Or the Prince of Denmark, so rizzy boy

Piss on their benchmarks till white kids wanna be Pak

So you're brown, plan it, it's gonna be that

The man frown, panic and wanting me out

But I'm outstanding 'cause I stand out

Where I was standing there's gonna be plaques, it's my house

I spit my truth and it's brown

I spit my truth and it's brown

Who made you cool? It's me

Who gave you jewellery

Gave you real food to eat

Mughal turned Mowgli

Not gonna ask for it back, it's mine

Them bastards don't want a Pak to shine

Leave the tea leaves, I'll spell out the sign

That, that, that, that's mine

Them a try pulling me down, I'm not having that

Swam too far to drown, it's my habitat

Buried in the English fields, they can't dig us out

Riots, we turned Bradford to Karbala

Just want a zoot, cup of tea and my country back

Porsche with portion mixed grill, my Sadaqah

Live with mum, bought a Bimmer

'Cause Heaven's at her feet, Wilmslow road on Eid's Medina

I spit my truth and it's brown