Routine Check

[Teddy Mitchell]

Spoken: The good thing with the law these days, right, is that

Criminals know their rights better than their wrongs

[Hook: Teddy Mitchell]

What do you mean routine check?

I didn't take this route to be checked

Sounds like you routinely check

Any youths in jeans and creps

What do you mean routine check?

I didn't take this route to be checked

Sounds like you routinely check

Any youths in jeans and creps

[Verse 1: Teddy Mitchell]

Ten to nine, Teddy tends to not have time, that's when

Teddy wants to decline to entertain all your pisstaking jibes

I tell you my name I'm identified by and when the station

Verifies, you'll realise what I tell you is right

Your hand dips inside my black Stan Smiths, rustles my

CK boxers, fuck's sake nearly grabbed man's dick, cunt-stable

Sorry, I didn't mean cunt-stable, but that name feels so comfortable and I find it so fun to talk cause cunt-stable ain't done nothing at all

I don't fit the description of the kid who kicked all them doors off

Their hinges, listen mate I just spitted that anilic, you and

Your sidekicks getting kicks off my side's embarrassment

But you'll see me end up in the van again and you'll hear the cell door slam again

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tony Mitchell] (Police officer)

What's the problem officer? (Just a routine check mate that's why we stopping you) This is the

Third time now, must be popular, never knew I had fans, oh here's my autograph, as you can

See it's all steady yeah I bought my car, licence insurance it's all proper (Listen

I make that decision you just keep it on guard Mr. Tony Mitchell from Manor Park with

Your saggy jeans looking like you so hard wearing jackets twice your size like you're carrying arms You've got to

Stand here) What? You're having a laugh, if this is what I'm being held for, kiss my ass

I showed you all my papers now what more do you need? (Now come on son where you hiding all the weed?

Is it in the glove compartment or under the seat? Behind the sun visor smart very neat now

Listen son you might as well tell me what you got) What you on about? Obviously your plan's flopped

Trying to put me wrist in cuffs I think not I know I ain't got no skunk so just piss off

I'm Marvin I need to go to the chip shop, pardon me, Sgt. Martin, I've got to nip off

I wish I could stay but I can't be stopped maybe next time, we could all kick off

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kano]

Aw, man

What the fuck do you want from me? I just want to be left alone so don't even bother me

Interrupt me and accuse me wrongfully I ain't got the time this is long for me

Spoken: [Blah blah blah, Kane

Robinson, twenty first of the fifth eighty five, Forest Gate

Hospital] You know the kid's with a piston out of breath cause you

Lost them all, you won't find a box of merck so spare me the time of the stop and search

Two black boys and they got a Merc, if it was stolen why would we stop the Merc?

You pulled us to try and find problems, like Jay-Z and 99 Problems

I'm a bad boy anyway always got protection, 99 Condoms

Yeah officer, course I'm a thief, dealing little drugs and my boot smell of weed

Run around the block saying "fuck the police", I learnt that from a D-Block CD

So fuck your routine, mind your own business, never mind me

[Hook]

[Verse 4: The Streets]

Oi oi I don't get many routine checks these bros are not the

Same, apart from the day off that train from that Tottenham game, I do tend to end days in the police station

On occasion lately, once a week, maybe

I get a crime reference number for my most recent phone

The police code that's the code for a free phone

Take one camera phone, tell them I got jacked of the phone

When in fact actually though, the previous evening back at home

I played Babyfoot, no-one jacked my phone

I madly gambled my phone and got smacked by my bro

Vacate the station with a pace back up the road

And hope next Saturday I won't lose my brand spanking phone

[Hook x2]

Fuck it! It's strange that man should take up crime when there's so many legal ways to be dishonest