Original Pirate Material   Yer listening to the streets   Lock down your aerial   Make yerself at home   We got diesel or some of that homegrown   Sit back in yer throne, turn off yer phone   Cos this is our zone   Videos, televisions, 64's Playstations   We're paring with precision   Few herbs and a bit of Benson   But don't forger the Rizla,   Lean like the Tower of Pisa   Liza, I'll raise yer,   And this is the day in the life of a Geezer   For this ain't a club track   Pull out yer sack and sit back   Whether you white or black   Smoke weed, chase brown   Or toot rock   We're on a mission, support the cause   Sign a petition, summon all your wisdom   The Music's a gift from the Man on high   The Lord and his children   Triple teenyear rudeboys   Come rain or snow the boodah flows   You don't know?   Stand on the corner watch the show   Cos life moves slow   Sort yer shit out then roll   Sex, Drugs 'n' On The Dole   Some men rise, some men fall   I hear ya call, stand tall now   Has it come to this?   Original Pirate Material   Your listening to the streets   Lock down your aerial   I'm just spitting, think I'm ghetto?   Stop dreaming, my data's streaming   I'm giving your bird them feelings   Touch yer toes and touch the ceiling   We walk the tightrope of street cred   Keep my dogs fed, all jungle all garage heads   Gold teeth, valentinos and dreads   Now, we were verbally slapped up   Physically tip-top, spinally ripped up   I do the science on my laptop, get my boys mashed up   Your listening to The Streets   You'll bear witness to some amazing feats   Bravery in the face of defeat   All line up and grab yer seat   Cos Tony's got a new motor   SR Nova driving like a joyrider   Speeding to the corner   Yer mother warned yer to sound system banger   Has it come to this?   Original Pirate Material   Your listening to The Streets   Lock down your aerial   My underground train runs from Mile End to Ealing   From Brixton to Boundsgreen   My spitting's dirty my beats are clean   So smoke weed and be lean   I step out my yard through the streets   In the dead heat all I got's my spirit and my beats   I play fair don't cheat   And keep the gangsters sweet   Turn the page, don't rip it out at yer age   Move to the next stage   Lock the rage inside the cage,   Like SK it's New Day   But don't take the shortcut through the subway   It's pay or play, these geezers walk the gangway   Deep seated urban decay, deep seated urban decay,   Rip down posters alight   From last weeks big Garage night   And the next Tyson fight   I cook em at 90 degrees farenheit   And don't copy the copyright   I got em in my sites, blinding with the lights   Taken to dizzy new heights   Blinding with the lights, blinding with the lights   Dizzy new heights   Has It come to this?   Original Pirate Material   Your listening to The Streets   Lock down your aerial.