(Intro - Gritty synth melody, rolling hi-hats) Hoxton man know the drill. This ain't no conversation, this is a demonstration. The system's locked down, but the RedPitch movement runs the whole town. Big up the block, we stay on it. Yessir. Yo!
(Verse 1: Lil Slipz - Focus on planning, execution, and clean getaway) Yo, the route's been patterned, four doors deep, masked up and dark, Told my driver, "Don't lose focus, hit the tempo, make your mark." See man on the corner, they just chatting and lounging in the park, We're jumping out fast, leaving the scene colder than the arc of a winter spark. The rusty one is coughing, it's kicking back like a donkey's heel, Opp boy dropped his take-away, ain't got time to worry 'bout his next meal. I tell the young bucks, "No witnesses left, keep the operation sealed," We move like the tax man, taking everything that's been concealed.
Another day, another opp block getting marked as violation territory, Tryna catch a victim, get the drop, elevate the story. My phone's off the radar, burner-SIM in the Nokia for glory, They're posting old clips on TikTok, their whole team looking flimsy and hoary. Pissed, cah their defense plan was lazy, no security, no courage, Now their corner's taped up, covered in high-vis orange. Adjudication they're facing, but my mind's on the next forage, The life that I live is war, gotta go back and clean up the whole storage.
Bro told me that he saw one yute, looking lost in the ends by the tube, Cah he was wearing their colors, looking bold in a colored lube (hoodie). Shit den mad, you don't wanna get caught in the tube (train), Your whole movement will freeze when we give them the gouge and the screw. Okay, okay, let's talk about the big machines, Big rusty nine in the back of the V (vehicle) and shells will hit their jeans. I hate yutes that talk on our name, you don't know what the drilling means— But you don't follow codes like my regimes.
Your boy got put on the news, and you ain't done nothing but pay your dues (fines). Them man are tourists, who do I blame? Free up my guys behind them metal cages (cells). Your turf got shaved and you ain't shown face, you should be outraged. We took your postcodes, now your block is completely caged. What can I say? Life is a game, I had to link bae to switch the name. Free Lil C, that's my brother, we used to run that fleece every day. And I banned couple yutes from the whole area, they gotta flee and pray. RedPitch block I was patrolling, tryna catch me a quick prey (Target).
(Verse 2: Reekz - Focus on territory, reputation, and aggression) Slip or slide in the field, get burned if you think you're too smart, How many times have I been on their strip, looking for a place to start. I said free all my bros in the box, the hustle doesn't stop when the clock is dark. Freedoms a must when the dotz (gun) hits the target and leaves a mark. I said free all my bros in the box, freedoms a must when the whole town talks.
Don't do legs, man, jagga bootz
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