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Suck your, suck your, suck your, mum Suck your mum, suck your mum Yeah I said it, suck your mum

Suck your mother and dad If you think niggas just love these cuffs and riots A million footsteps to make it in, woah, oh, oh It ain't easy to just dry four hundred tears Different whip, different chain, different bracelet Different thing 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 be 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 Nikes from Pardner I had the snidest braders The O.E was selling war, that shit to the grimiest dances Eediat tell me 'bout grime interrupted Like my stripes in sharpied

On my shoulder like I ain't a soldier in this rarse ting, crarses Left a boy alone, forget some pussy and some plantain 'Cause of the sweet colour of our skin They wan throw banana skins at John Barnsey's They tell us to 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 ones 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 tryna take away our art, how we supposed to earn? And express what's in our heart, I beg you

Suck your mother and dad

Look, yep we here, we here Landowner got keys here Vroom vroom in MB's here Pure part to get cheap beer Jerk man 'pon the streets ere Fish fry and get steam ere Rice with our gunga peas ere Great grandkids are making G's ere We fly back to spend G's there Nuff rice so we'll be rich ere Then meet the queen but we kings ere Got London turn up!