From Repos To RICO's (Remix)

Lyrics

​(Verse 1: Rapid-fire delivery, cold and monotone)
Go on then, go on then, reach for the metal
One more word and the scores gonna settle
Blacked out fleece with the hood pulled tight
Man are outside in the middle of the night
From the Farm to the Walk, yeah the mandem are lurking
In the old school whip and the engine is working
You’re a digital badman, a keyboard talker
I’m a cold-hearted, North London walker
Step in the rave and the energy's shifted
Catch a man slippin' and the blade's getting lifted
No long talk, just a swing and a connect
Leave a man dead if he shows disrespect.
​(Chorus: Gritty, raw, and repetitive)
It’s a sticky one, yeah, it’s a peak one
Don’t get caught when the man come seek one
From the E3 roads to the 0121
When the beef gets high, better run, son, run
London to Brum, yeah we’re keeping it greaze
Bring a man down to his mother-f***ing knees.
​(Verse 2: High-pitched, frantic, and chaotic energy)
Wunsen! Yeah, it’s a state of emergency
Dipping through the flats with a sense of urgency
In a stolen ride, yeah we’re hitting up Brum
Handsworth, Newtown, man, you better run
I’ll jump out the back with a big rusty shank
Hit 'em with the chrome and I’m straight to the bank
You’re a waste man, yeah, you’re a total muppet
Keep your mouth shut or I’m gonna erupt it
Zoot in my mouth and the smoke’s in my lungs
I’m the king of the dirt, I’m the king of the slums
I’ll leave you in a ditch in the B19
The most violent flow that you’ve ever seen!
​(Verse 3: Sharp, punchy, and arrogant)
Listen, I was a young buck, 16 on the road
Tottenham High Road, yeah I’m carrying the load
Under-18s, but I’m holding the weight
Don’t talk about war, man, it’s never too late
I’m a lyrical gunman, a lyrical vet
Put a hole in your chest, leave your tracksuit wet
From Bow to the Heath, yeah the mandem are active
Violent intentions, it’s highly attractive
I don’t care about fame, I don’t care about charts
I’ll tear you to pieces and pull you apart
Old school grime, yeah we’re taking it back
To the moshpit vibe and the white-label track.
​(Outro: The bass pulses three times and then falls into a low, rumbling drone)
Yeah.
You know how it goes.
020 to 0121.
Don't get caught slipping on the bypass.
Done.