Nothin' out here, what   Negative forces force us to live lawless   Spit rawness   Nothing out here for us   Uh, uh, ain't no glamourisation...      Yo' yo' yo'   The sun sets over cityscape silhouettes   Bright lights flicker   Cigarette smoke pirouettes   It's the addictive kiss of death in effect   I'm a little stressed   Spittin' liquor breath introspect   Hot like triple X   Getting lost in the mixing desk   Sweat glistens like glitter-balls reflect   Recollect on the dreamscape   Escape the freebase infested police state   Teenage protesters riot in the heatwave   Fire in the streets   Place bets on the sweepstakes   Check how the greed shapes their mindsets   The beast clockin' like Timex   Flexin' their biceps      There's nothin out here for us   Negative forces force us to live lawless   And spit rawness   I'm like a china shop Taurus   I talk of torment   And pen chorus after chorus   There's nothin out here for us   Negative forces force us to live lawless   And spit rawness   I'm like a china shop Taurus   I talk of torment   And pen chorus after chorus      BNP berserkers bent on murders   Teens tagging for a sense of purpose   Streets is tense and nervous   So bait is bound to tempt the serpent's appetite   Parasite paradise   Po-lice patronise   Lappin' up a pack of lies   Macho guys   Turn hermaphrodite by candlelight   Still they wanna' scandalise mine   'Cos I spit rhyme   I'm tryin' to scrape the paper and escape   Quick-time   Get yours   Utilise your get out clause   Outlaws on course for the great outdoors   I'm way out like Cheech Wizard   Keepin' warm in the winter blizzard   Bangin' my head like Lynard Skynard   I'm havin nightmares   I'm naked in my groundfloor flat   Grippin a baseball bat   With the backdoor open to night-time predators   Crack heads high like heaven gone wrong   Watchin back street revellers   Revelation of the devils messed up messengers   Sin is effortless   Yet effecting us   In fact infecting us with disease   Beast inspecting   Expecting us to mess up   Muck up   Leave you bruck up   You'll get beaten the fuck up and cuffed   Some even got snuffed   Others live on to puff another bag   And brag how they're mad tough   Man I've had enough   There's nothin out here for none of us      There's nothin out here for us   Negative forces force us to live lawless   And spit rawness   I'm like a china shop Taurus   I talk of torment   And pen chorus after chorus   There's nothin out here for us   Negative forces force us to live lawless   And spit rawness   I'm like a china shop Taurus   I talk of torment   And pen chorus after chorus      Post-modernist   Pre-apocalypse   Livin' in this rotten metropolis   Existing with broken homes, hearts and promises   Park bench politics   Soapbox soap-bar smokers acknowledge this novelist   The broke pocket economist   On a mission   Fists clenched for the opposition   Sittin' tight like Taliban in Tora Bora   The last stand   Now we're livin' in the land of the lost   And the age of Sodom and Gomorra   Divide and conquer   You're blocked by the border   Locked by the law and order   The war reporter walks streets   As the cycle of suicidal thoughts repeats   In the minds of the poor and meek   A meat market of morbid freaks   Freebase heads speak to inform the beast   A bleak picture   The cycle of war and peace is crazy vulgar   Sick as the kids that killed Damilola Taylor   And Jamie Bulger   My heart broken open and beating slower   The cold-blooded grow even colder   In a globe so rotten   Like teeth in cola   No hope of mending   A culture of violent endings pending   Our pens become government scapegoats   But no guns bust up my stage show   So yo it's like...      There's nothin out here for us   Negative forces force us to live lawless   And spit rawness   I'm like a china shop Taurus   I talk of torment   And pen chorus after chorus   There's nothin out here for us   Negative forces force us to live lawless   And spit rawness   I'm like a china shop Taurus   I talk of torment   And pen chorus after chorus   After chorus, after chorus, after chorus      Don't let them fool you   Don't let them pull the wool over your eyes   Don't believe this shit read between the lines...