From The 020 to the 0121

Lyrics

​(Intro: Cold, metallic New Wave synths pulse like a heartbeat. The DnB breakbeat slams in with a heavy, distorted kick)
(Low, gravelly voice)
The line is active.
No face, no case.
0121 to the smoke... it’s red.
​(Verse 1: Staccato, breathy, high-speed flow)
Check the clock, yeah the beef is on simmer
See the blade flash, watch the streetlights glimmer
From the B19 to the project stairs
Man are getting touched, nobody cares
I’m a Big Fish, sharks in the water
Move with the iron, lead to the slaughter
The beat’s going fast like a getaway driver
Leave a man dead, no chance of survivor
Yeah, I’m "on tech," keep the chrome in the jacket
Red dot aimed, man are ending the racket
No "wagwan" now, just a hollow-point sting
Listen to the sound of the metal go "ring."
​(Chorus: Industrial Techno kick, screaming trance synths, dark bass drop)
It’s a peak one, blood on the concrete
Man get stepped on, dragged through the backstreet
High-speed chaos, the rhythm is a weapon
Watch where you’re breathing, watch where you’re stepping
0121, yeah the Brum town’s bleeding
Feeding the habit, the violence is breeding
But the feds are "on us," sirens in the dark
Leave a man cold in the middle of the park.
​(Verse 2: Shifting, erratic, and menacing delivery)
Listen, I ain't a "wasteman," I’m a grave-maker
Soul-taker, cold-hearted risk-taker
Brum city shadows where the "roadmen" are starving
Handsworth jungle, yeah the blade’s doing carving
You want "bags"? I got "Z’s" and the "skeng"
Don’t come around here or it’s "amen," friend
Don’t "snitch" to the "pigs," keep your tongue in your jaw
Or I’m bringing the "rigs" and I’m breaking the law
I’m "chasing the blood," I ain't "chasing no dream"
The life of a "trapper" is a violent scheme
Fast flow, fast death, fast techno hit
Watch your throat when the lights get lit.
​(Bridge: Distorted New Wave pads, frantic high-hats, whispered voices)
(Whispered)
Is he "food"?
Put him in the ground.
Don't make a sound.
...Finish him.
​(Verse 3: Maximum velocity, raw Grime energy)
Wunsen! I’m the king of the "01"
Tower block siege 'til the clip is all done
I’m a shot-caller, moving with the heavy
Hold the "toolie" steady, tell 'em "get ready"
If the "poyls" come round, then we "skeng" and we "dip"
Empty the "metal," let the mahogany grip
It’s a high-speed war, it’s a high-speed grave
And I’m carving my name in the mess that I crave!
​(Outro: Fast, screeching Trance synths fading into a low, vibrating sub-bass hum)
Yeah.
Estate King.
Brum city.
London city.
Total blackout.
(Sound of a heavy metal door slamming shut)