Civilized

[Chorus: BeTheGun] I been waiting at the top for you, where you been? I been waiting at the top for you, where you been? I been waiting at the top for you, where you been? I been waiting at the top for you, where you been? [Verse 1: BeTheGun] First on the scene, bang, through the door The gun, the badge, a rogue cop with no support And I'm supposed to hold the fort? Now hold that thought, hold the phone There's no one home, I'm here, I'm all alone And I been waiting at the top for you, where you been? I radioed in, an hour ago, I radioed in Maybe it's him, maybe it's me, maybe I'm losing it Now where could they be, wait for the WOO, the sound of the music in [Verse 2: King Grubb] Yo, it all started rather civilised Cheeky little pint Five minutes later, swigging whisky with my eyes, plural Coordinated when I smoke and drink something purple Cut the Persil, to push at Churchills, it's nothing personal Yo, it's strong shit That's why it burns your nose Nobody laugh 'cos, uh, everybody's gotta blag To stab more cash and get trollied on the razz And bankroll hash Just to show I got a bit of class, I mix the Frosty's with the yak Fuck popping bottles for these slags If you're anything like me, you're obviously smashed [Verse 3: Salar] You lot aren't get Ps like many riches You lot are getting Ps like R Kelly's bitches I'm telling kiddas your clique is ten a penny We're merry Henny drinkers Don't ask questions, that's brick peli peli business MC's bezzies with plenty sisters Cos I'm a smooth talking cat, like a friend of Lister's Talking the swegg-est Sporting the fresh-est Nautica NS '83, don't play with me [Verse 4: Bill Shakes] Cold saggin' absinthe shots Scrap with plod Leave for half a job Bobbing, land of nod slap his fod Bill Shakes, twisted face Been awake 60 days, didn't flake Stack me dinner plate Christmas day Kill it straight Drunk, scruffy Spend drug money on butties and munchies Vodka caner Cosmic vapour blazer Pass it like a hot potato It's a good day for the night [Verse 5: Lee Scott] Looking like I just woke up, 'cos I just woke up 5pm, I dream meself alive again Find me zen Vodka in me Berocca Exposing meself like Ziggy Sobotka Kicking your crown chakra off your head Off me head Took the bread and the chocolate spread Then left it on the side for the flies Pour some liquor out for the untimely demise of the vibe Comfortably sad, I run in your pad Eat the big piece of chicken and nuggy your dad Lad, me first words were 'what's happening, laaa?' I'm the greatest of all time, ask me Ma [Verse 6: Black Josh] I went round the corner, to see if Trouble's home Smoke weed and watch cartoons on Crunchyroll I hope the girls I treated bad still love me loads 'Cos I tried to give a fuck but I couldn't though 22, I done over a hundred shows Didn't have any merch, I just hussled dope Promoters trying not to pay, the days I had nothing sold But I always got my money though I was a kid back then and now I'm fully grown My journey gonna be one of the greatest stories told I'm sweet Black on them white like Oreos Drugs, money, women Swear it's like all I know [Verse 7: Milkavelli] I'm on a B-M B-M-T With your BMs B-M-T Send a DM on DMT Russian' in my blood like a vodka shot Drinking molatov cocktails on the rocks My mood's on and off, like a light switch On and off In the coffee shop, nodding off I need to draw the line like dot to dot Cup full of cosmic slop, Funk Doctor Spock Let it begin, Under the Bed it begun You do the talk when I walk We get it said and it's done We get it said and it's done Devil Gang on my neck I went to Hell just for fun [Verse 8: Stinkin Slumrok] Do these gally got ask me why I always talk in grease [?], Slum Told her 'shut that noise, slut, I'll making them fucking knees burn' Got big body bitches, bit of beagle and some cheap rum [?] And what's that about the Swamp? Yo nigga get your head fried Try to oppose the squad, vacated as the dead type Just stick around for pussy potent pounds They call me Young Macbeth Wear your blood all on my hands and my back, woah Everytime we shut the venue down Yeah your shit, blood [?] Man can taste my pubies in her mouth Nigga get dough, 'fore you try to understand what we're about Sacrifice it to the cult I take it and return you now [Verse 9: Sniff] Yo, in my mind, there's too many dead cells I'mma stick to being dead, 'cos being dead sells Sniff two lines and my chest swells You know what, I guessed well Might send a card saying 'get well' Or I might send a call saying 'fetch Trell' Find me in a bar where the sex smells Been a hot minute since I left Hell Yeah well, Hilfiger X-L No regrets but the debt dwells Yo, this one here a game changer Two Stellas, hit bae with a haymaker [Chorus: Barebase] I been waiting at the top for you, where you been? I been waiting at the top for you, where you been? I been waiting at the top for you, where you been? I been waiting at the top for you, where you been?