SYM

Suck your (Suck your, suck your) mum

Suck your mum

Suck your mum

Yeah, I said it, suck your mum

Suck your mother and die

If you think **** just love these cuffs and riots

A million footsteps to make it here (Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-oh)

It ain't easy to just dry four-hundred tears

Different whip, different chain, different bracelet

Different 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 won't make it

If we don't-

That might 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 Nike's from Pardner, I had the snidest Prada's

The O.E. was selling war, that shit to the grimiest dances

(Kmt) Eediat tell me 'bout grime ta rahtid

Like my stripes ain't Sharpie'd

On my shoulder like I ain't a soldier in this rass ting, crarses

Left a boy alone, forget some pussy and some plantain

'Cause of the sweet colour of our skin

Dem wan' throw banana skins at John Barnes's

They tell us 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 one's 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 trying to take away our art, how we supposed to earn?

And express what's in our heart, I beg you

Suck your mother and die-

Look, yeah, we here, we here

Land owner got keys here, vroom, vroom in MB's here

Pure par to get keep here, jerk man 'pon the streets here

Fish fry and get steam here, rice with our gungo peas here

Great grandkids are making G's here, we fly back to spend G's there

'Nuff lies told when we reach here

Dem meet the queen but we kings here

Got London tun up

Bare man a wear Clarks 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 pirate the station

No choice but to fly in the face of bias and hatred

Grindin' away till nine for the pay checks

Mindful, the game is spiteful and heinous

But my generation, times are a changing

Die if I cave in, trying our patience

Lying so blatant, gentrifying our places

But minds are awaking, tightening up laces

To fight in the AM, but at night we're out raving

At night, we're out raving, ice on the brain ting

Fire is blazing, rewind, come again ting (Suck your mother and die, oh I)

Selecta!

If you think **** just love these drugs and crime

Million footsteps to make it here (Whoa, whoa, whoa)

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 won't make it

If we don't hold each other down, we won't 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 won't make it

If we don't hold each other down, we won't make it