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[GENRE]
UK Drill
[LYRICS]
INTRO:
"Brown bread connect..."
*Skeng cockback!!
VERSE 1:
"Grey skies where the Wolves & Jackals run silent
Trap phone buzzin' while the feds patrol the islands
Shank in the waistband, peace never in the plan
Brown boy pressure, make the pagans understand
From abandoned flats to the premium whips
Street calculus written on my fingertips
Full clip loaded, ready to buss shots
Hear that sound? That's the gun cocks
Seen man fall from the top of the ladder
Seen snakes scatter when the drama gets madder
Thirty round stick, make the block get madder
*Brrr-ap!* That's the sound of the scrambler"
CHORUS:
"Mud to cream, no in-between
Trap stars born where the fences lean
Opps see the laser, know what it means
Whole block alert when the pagans scheme
Brown boy gleam, livin' the dream
Street legacy, harder than it seems
Fed's watchin' but they missin' the scenes
*Chk-chk* heard when we clean the machines
Extended mags, no need for reloads
When we hit the ends, it's episode of codes
*Brap-brap-brap!* That's the melody we chose"
VERSE 2:
"Backstreet dashes when the blue lights flash
Turned nothing to cash, left the past in the ash
No friends in this game, just temporary uses
Bruck out buildings where the trap produces
Shooters on call, no excuses
Extended clips for all the muses
Fed's takin' photos but they missin' the clueses
Youngins carry blades like it's fashion
System designed for our hopes to be dashed in
Glocks with switches, make 'em dance and spin
When we touch the road, it's a deadly gym
*Puh-puh-puh!* That's the rhythm we're in"
ALBANIAN VERSE:
"Unë jam nga blloku ku vetëm të fortë mbijetojnë
Shikimi im është si hekuri, asnjë pikë dobësie
Fëmijët e ruajtur, por tani janë kriminelë
Jeta na mësoi të luftojmë, jo të ankohemi
Nëpër rrugët e mia, vetëm ligji i armës vlen
Kush është më i shpejtë, ai fiton, kjo është realiteti
Nuk ka dashuri, nuk ka mikësi, vetëm beteja
Kjo është jeta ime, e përjetë në këtë luftë të shejtë"
VERSE 3:
"Task forces got the block on lockdown they say
But we still move weight like it's judgment day
Drill lyrics used as evidence in court
While they're building cases of every sort
They hear the music but don't feel the pain
Of growing up in the constant rain
Where every corner could bring the end
And childhood innocence they quickly suspend
Thirty rounds in the stick, no pretend
When we spin through ends, the drama ascends
*Tac-tac-tac!* That's the message we send
With the shhht on the pipe, no need to pretend
Double tap rhythm, that's the dividend"
OUTRO:
"Concrete lessons... paid in blood...
They call it crime, we call it flood
*Shell casing drop*
Of circumstances and broken dreams
Nothing here is what it seems
But still we rise through the grey and gloom
Finding light in the smallest room
*Gun cock, final shot*
*Brrr-at-at!* Last shots for the plot
Jagga Bootz Official - we never get caught"
*Vinyl static, rain continues, distant police radio*