1.Turn The Page
That's it
Turn the page on the day, walk away
'Cause they're sensing what I say
I'm 45th generation Roman
But I don't know 'em
Or care when I'm spitting
So return to your sitting position and listen it's fitting
I'm miles ahead and they chase me
Show yer face on TV, then we'll see
You're can't do half, my crew laughs
At yer rhubarb and custard verses
Yer rain down curses but I'm waving,
Yer hearse is driving by
Streets riding high, with the beats in the sky
All stare, eyes glazed
Garage burnt down, the fire raged
For 40 days and in 40 ways
But through the blaze they see it fade
The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces
Their figure emerges from the wasteage
Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze
One hand clutching a sword raised to the sky
They wonder how, they wonder why
The sky turns white it all becomes clear
They felt lifted from their fears
They shed tears in the light
After 6 dark years
Young bold soldiers, the fire burns
Cracks and smoulders
5 years older and wiser
The fires are burning on fire, never tire
Slave warriors in the forests and on higher
We sing, hear the strings rising
The war's over, the bells ring
Memories fading, soldiers slaying
Looks like Geezers raving
The hazy fog over the bull ring,
The lazy ways the birds sing
A new babys born every day
Few men may be spoilt today
But look at things the other way
Cos it may well be yer final day
And then the crowds roar they slay, they all say
I produce this using only my bare wit
Gimme a jungle a garage beat and admit defeat,
Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile
Get all applications into before the deadline
Cos it's a fine line between strife or crime
And a life of crime
But you will reach the day, and it's all mine
You can take it or leave, I shake
And reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix
In the afterlife Gladiators meet their maker
Thrown through the wind fields and lakes of Bluewater
To the next life from the fortress
Away from the knives and slaughter
To their wives and daughters
Once more before the law judges over all of us
Cos in this place you'll see me
Brace yourself, cos this goes deep
I'll show you the secrets the sky and the birds
Actions speak louder than words
Stand by me my apprentice
Be brave, Clench fists.
2.Has It Come To This？
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.
3.Let's Push Things Forward
This ain't the down it's the upbeat
Make it complete
So what's the story？
Guaranteed accuracy enhanced CD
Latest technology, Darts at Treble 20
Huge non-recuparable advance
Majors be vigilent
I excel in both content and deliverance
So let's put on our classics
And we'll ave a little dance, shall we？
No sales pitch, no media hype
No hydro, it's nice and ripe
I speak in communication in bold type
This AIN'T yer archetypal street sound
Scan for ultrasound North, South, East, West
And all round and then to the underground
You say that every thing sounds the same
Then you go buy them! There's no excuses my friend
Let's push things forward
As we progress to the checkpoint
I wholeheartedly agree with yer viewpoint
But this ain't your typical Garage joint
I make points which hold significance
That ain't a bag it's shipment
This ain't a track it's a movement
I got the settlement
My frequencies are transient
And resonate your eardrums
I make bangers not anthems
Leave that to the Artful Dodger
The broad shouldered 51% shareholder
You won't find us on Alta Vista
Cult classic, not bestseller
Your gonna need more power,
Plug in the freephase and the generator
Crank it up to the gigawatts
Critics ready with the potshots, the plot thickens
Put on yer mittens for these sub-zero conditions
But remember I'm just spittin',
Remember I'm just spittin'
Once bitten, forever smitten
You say that everything sounds the same
Then you go buy them! There's no excuses my friend
Let's Push Things Forward
Spilt jewels like Eastern Riches
Junkie Fixes
Around 'ere we say Birds, not bitches
As London Bridge burns down, Brixton's burning up
Turns out your in luck
Cos I know this dodgy fuck in The Duck
So it's just another showflick from your
Local City Poet
Case you geezers don't know it
Lets Push Things Forward
It's a tall order, but were taller
Calling all mawlers, backstreet brawlers
Cornershop crawlers, victories flawless
Love us or hate us, but don't slate us
Don't conform to formulas
Pop genres and such Sharp darts, double Dutch
Parked cars, troubles a much with more Bud
Let's Push Things Forward
You say that everything sounds the same
The you go buy them! There's no excuses my friend
Let's Push Things Forward.
4.Sharp Darts
Sharp Darts Spitting Masters
Spitting darts faster
Shut up I'm the driver, you're the passenger
I'll reign superior
The pressure blows the dial on your barometer
Do you understand？
Or do you need an interpreter？
Now my style is distinguished
All fires are extinguished
Ask yer girl to sing and she'll sing this
I'm a scientist
Have no prejudice, that's my hypothesis
Make your analysis, ever heard a beat like this？
I walk the beat like a policemen
No karma pedestrian
In 500 years they'll play this song in museums
I'm the bold adventurer
UK's ambassador
Holding up Excalibur
Your beats are inferior
Don't wanna embarrass yer
So call yer solicitor
The jury voted unanimously against ya!
Sharp Darts Spitting Masters
Spitting darts faster
Shut up I'm the driver, you're the passenger
I'll reign superior
The pressure blows the dial on your barometer
Do you understand？
Or do you need an interpreter？
This one's fat like yer mother
Contains enough calories
Resonating all your favourite frequencies
I've got a worldwide warranty
Satisfaction guarantee
If you ain't happy then just
Send it right back to me
'Spec to BC
It's time to fuck loyalty
One day I hope to earn some hard royalties
From a bit of sample robbery
Rook burglary, noise thievery
Or wholesale piracy
So watch yer back, I'm inclined to sample
I'll dismantle and make you all examples
Sharp Darts Spitting Masters
Spitting darts faster
Shut up I'm the driver, you're the passenger
I'll reign superior
The pressure blows the dial on your barometer
Do you understand？
Or do you need an interpreter？
5.Same Old Thing
Yeah, street level
Oh oh yeah, that's it..
Right there
At street level
That's it that's it that's it
Yeah oh tunes heavy
At street level
That's it that's it that's it yeah.. oh oh right there
Who's round is it？
Down that beer quick smash my glass back down fall over the
table
All rowdy and pissed
Seems the only difference between mid week shit and weekend is
how loud I speak
And whether I try to pull a girlfriend
That's it who's got dough？
Hey, you know I'd pay but I'm broke, only got coinage to show
Putting off walking home on my own to my thrown
Two empty takeaways ashtrays and remains of the day stoned
Pick a bottle off the table, peel the label tell a fable
Offer opinion for free and a solution to the latest big news
story
Football and smut daily as I ponder winning the lottery
Buy a drink, chat to a lady, the girls well fit definitley, not
maybe, she's rude I'd shag
her and make tea right there
At street level
That's it that's it that's it
Yeah oi heavy, heavy
At street level
That's it that's it that's it yeah.. oh oh
Can't lounge in the boozer all day, got manouvers to make
Gotta see a man about a dog, can't be late, I'm always late
Raining cats and fog but nice and dry in the black dog
Down it in one my son, can't sit here, gotta run.. things need
done
If they don't win this and the next run they getting relegated
to the third division
At street level, real people saying repeated sequal
Rock and roll fall to the floor like last night, yesterday
morning
And the night before and the night before
Apparently there's a whole world out there somewhere
it's right there, right there
I just don't see it, I just don't see it, oi oi
At street level
That's it that's it that's it
Yeah, oi street level
At street level
That's it that's it that's it
yeah oi oi heavy.. heavy
Lock the door on your way out
6.Geezers Need Excitement
Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense
Geezerz need excitement
if their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense
Out the club about three, to the take-away
The shit-in-a-tray merchants, shops got special perchant for the
disorderly
Geezerz looking ordinary and a few looking leary
Chips fly round the sound of the latest chart entry
An incendiary waiting to blast
No harm with the contest who can throw the furthest
Behind the counter they look nervous, but
Carry on cutting the finest cuts of chicken from the big
spinning stick
Then over flies a chip, flips, and hits you on the back
You spin round on the attack
'Fuck you playing at？ he looks like a cheshire cat, almost falls
down
Your frowns and superman eye lasers don't even register
By now you want to leather this twat
And forever your gonna regret that, your choice of path
So mash his head up and your girls now fed up
But stop to think and it's never gonna be the Jackie Chan scene
it could have been to end up
Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense
Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense
So you owe someone money subbing scunny
Best pay me billy - no worries
One-fifty on sunday
But in someway that turns into wednesday
Then goes straight to pay on a hazy evening in the local
bar-cafe
What a way. What a way
Just to recap for those at the back, this is everyday
tit-for-tat you owe your dealer and
can't pay back fee
Suddenly he's the baddy
So you tell your mates you could have him anyway, to look
'geez'.
But he's a shady fuck, beamer three series, lock, stock and two
fat fucks backing him up
Can't convey enough of his desire for the paper stuff
In a blunt fashion Billy's angry with a passion
So please just accept it ain't happening
And go back to your runnins
'Cos you might get yourself in trouble one of these days
Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense
Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense
Get hold of this bird after pub closing hours
Would your girl like this？ No don't think so somehow, in the
winter showers
But she'll never know and your face will never show shit
This is how goes it and besides she was well fit
And who could resist
Move up to the next place, a smooth club to flex bass beats and
your best mates all down
Nice sound, smirnoff ice round.
MC's clowning, ruud boyz frowning
Everything's sweet everything's tucked-in.
And round here were all downing.
But all of a sudden though, just through the smoke, is your bird
laughing and joking with a
bloke？
Ain't just that either, as she moves closer,
Miss-shape what looks like their lover - he's tonguing her.
All rage sweeps up through your torso, your moreso ready to go
over and show him whos man
Football fan style
Leave it in the can for a while, cos even as they smile you
still got choices
Don't listen to them voices
And at the end of the day you may just have caused this
So leave the forces
Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense
Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense.
7.It's Too Late
She said meet me at the gates at 8
Leave now don't be late
She said one day she'd walk away cos I'm always late
Thought things were ok
Didnt care though anyway
Say sorry babe, I had to meet a mate, tempting fate
We first met through a shared view, she loved me and I did too
It's now 7：50 getting ready better be nifty
Do my hair quickly, step out it's cloudy
Mate bells me to borrow money, I got two Henry's and a dealer to
pay
Call up on geezers to rid these green trees of my reeking jeans
Got a you think I care outglaring geezers stares
I'm here and I'm there
Couldn't see past the end of my beer
What was getting near, all the silence after the cheers
She said meet me at the gates
Don't be late, but pretty soon the day came for change
And I was glad she never walked away
So Im choosing what to wear, doing my hair with an hour to spare
When my life went pear, she'd been there with a thick stare
Big wheel climed to the top, geezer scares bounced off
Standing at the top of this huge mountain, smiling and shouting
Spring flowers sprouting, not one inch of doubt in my mind as I
reached the gates
Came round the corner at a rate
Risked her love but Im gonna set things straight
Never again am I gonna be late
Never again am I gonna be late
Never again am I gonna be late
I said meet me at the gates
Leave now don't be late
I waited for a while listening to her voicemail, mind set sail
Then the facts turned me pale, wind rain and hail
My fears unveiled, for my fair female
She'd walked away, too little too late
I step up the pace, walk past the gates, rain runs over my face
Spirit falls from grace
I purchase a hazy escape at the alcohol place in the chase
Sat down I got a fat frown
Weaping and drowning my senses
For this love game's expensive
I walk in a trance
Gort a wounded soldier stance
The everyday geezers stares throw me off balance
Now nothing holds significance
And nothing holds relavance
'Cause the only thing I can see is her elagance
8.Too Much Brandy
Smell of good earthy herbs makes my nerves shudder but where
were you that cold December
cos we were in the Grasshopper spending guilders
Central Station, charged up like Scarface Amsterdam ain't a nice
place off your face, we
enter the race
Walk down, been there before, done that, no joy, if you're
bored, let's go see Roy, get
fucked up with the boys
Calvin, Schmalvin, I'm well within my limit, oh hang on a
minute, these mushrooms just
kicked in, think I might be finished
The ball game heads for the worse, for what it's worth I might
just fall off the edge of
the earth, brain's kind of surfing now
We wander down darkened pathways in a daze, 'Want to buy any
cocaine？', am I paranoid？ 'Yes,
you're paranoid'
Charlie, darling, please save me, this is raving, take me home
to my baby, two bags of
mushrooms, room's mushed up and I need a cradle
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better
stop drinking brandy
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better
stop drinking brandy
Now getting to the bar's gonna be trouble
So the Marlons'll have to be doubles
Then you drink doubles
The same speed you drink singles
Ah beautiful, the barman holds aloft the crystal glass and I'm
having all that's in the
bubble in the bottom of the bottle
Then by three or four, your head's a bit mangled
Club's full, you mingle
You dance the fandango
You sing all your favourite jingles
Far gone on one, call me Baron Von Marlon
One has a monocle and cigar
Dickie-bow and long johns
My utility belt tells me it's to the bar Batman
Fat cans of that lager then it's straight to the dance-floor
For much more fancy footwork, it's adored by many amour
Don't awe me with your little sidestep technique
Gget to the beat, loosen up, it's The Streets
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better
stop drinking brandy
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better
stop drinking brandy
We eat junk food, sat drunk on the tube
Every time the train clunks I feel like puking
Wonder whether that beautiful bird'll ring,
Then it all goes hazy, these are the days we're walking up out
and back to the road, talking
Well shouting actually, loads more drunk, by Jove, mind's
focused, balance fucked up
Ra, ra, ra, it's all back to the Dogstar and if it's his round
I'm quite partial to another
Marlon at the bar
Bad idea to start again late, should've given my brain a break
Take it easy mate, you start to think you're a state, you
definitely are a state
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better
stop drinking brandy
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better
stop drinking brandy
9.Don't Mug Yourself
A new day another morning after, leaning back on my chair in a
greasy spoon cafeteria
Last night was some beer laryness done our way but again we're
back in the light of day
Chatting shit, sitting at the wall table telling jokes playing
with the salt, lookin out the
window
Girl brings 2 plates of full english over with plenty of
scrambled eggs and plenty of fried
tomato
Get my phone out, 'bout to give this girl a shout, see if she
had a nice time last night up
town
Ask if she fancies trying it again sometime then Cal grabs the
phone oi oi oi!
Hold it down boy, your hairs getting blurred
I know you cant stop thinking of her
By all means you can vibe with this girl
But just don't mug yourself, thats all don't mug yourself!
Seriously Mick you fuck her
No no no Cos ya know what I mean
Don't mug yourself
I'm fucking, i'm know way really d'ya know what I mean
I can take it or leave it, believe, and then Calvins like oi
You need to hold it down Jack, put your phone back
Quit staring into space and eat your snack, thats that
She'll want you much for not hanging on
Stop me if Im wrong, stop me if Im wrong
Why should she be the one who decides whether its off or on or
on or off or on
Now the girls rude, I know she's rude but she's screwed right
through you, you'll be on your
knees soon
Hold it down boy, your hairs getting blurred
I know you cant stop thinking of her
By all means you can vibe with this girl
Bust just don't mug yourself, thats all don't mug yourself!
And i'm like, honestly it's not like that, your acting like im
prancing like a sap
Jumping when she claps and that, oi
Do you really think I act wack cos Im tellin ya serving the aces
and it's game set andmatch
Perfectly in control of this goal, I got the lead role, won't be
fooled and I'm older than
you're told
Girl sold, high speeds gold, game over game over too cold
Hold it down boy, your hairs getting blurred
I know you cant stop thinking of her
By all means you can vibe with this girl
But just don't mug yourself, that's all don't mug yourself!
Hold it down boy, your hairs getting blurred
I know you cant stop thinking of her
By all means you can vibe with this girl
But just don't mug yourself, thats all don't mug yourself!
Hold it down boy, your hairs getting blurred!
I know you cant stop thinking of her!
Like girl is she as smelly ala piss!
She must have crab and fuckin shrimp in her teeth!
10.Who Got The Funk？
Oi oi oi Lee Satchell you bastard
Stop trying to shag the birds and fight the geezers
Mines a Kronenberg mate
The streets
Who got the funk？
Geezers geezers geezers
Who got the funk？
Original pirate material
Day in the life of a geezer
Crispy, rosco, englands glory
Uniq, locked on, andy lewis
All Birmingham geezers
All London heads
Barnet, Brixton, Beckenham
You're listening to the streets
Original pirate material
Day in the life of a geezer
Day in the life of a geezer
This is just a groove
Just a groove.
11.The Irony Of It All
Hello, Hello. My names Terry and I'm a law abider
There's nothing I like more than getting fired up on beer
And when the weekends here I to exercise my right to get
paralytic and fight
Good bloke fairly
But I get well leery when geezers look at me funny
Bounce 'em round like bunnies
I'm likely to cause mischief
Good clean grief you must believe and I ain't no thief.
Law abiding and all, all legal.
And who cares about my liver when it feels good
Wwhat you need is some real manhood.
Rasher Rasher Barney and Kasha putting peoples backs up.
Public disorder, I'll give you public disorder.
I down eight pints and run all over the place
Spit in the face of an officer
See if that bothers you cause I never broke a law in my life
Someday I'm gonna settle down with a wife
Come on lads lets have another fight
Eh hello. My names Tim and I'm a criminal,
In the eyes of society I need to be in jail
For the choice of herbs I inhale.
This ain't no wholesale operation
Just a few eighths and some Playstations my's vocation
I pose a threat to the nation
And down the station the police hold no patients
Let's talk space and time
I like to get deep sometimes and think about Einstein
And Carl Young And old Kung Fu movies I like to see
Pass the hydrator please
Yeah I'm floating on thin air.
Going to Amsterdam in the New Year - top gear there
Cause I taker pride in my hobby
Home made bongs using my engineering degree
Dear Leaders, please legalise weed for these reasons.
Like I was saying to him.
I told him： 'Top with me and you won't leave.'
So I smacked him in the head and downed another Carling
Bada Bada Bing for the lad's night.
Mad fight, his face's a sad sight.
Vodka and Snake Bite.
Going on like a right geez, he's a twat,
Shouldn't have looked at me like that.
Anyway I'm an upstanding citizen
If a war came along I'd be on the front line with em.
Can't stand crime either them hooligans on heroin.
Drugs and criminals those thugs on the penny coloured will be
the downfall of society
I've got all the anger pent up inside of me.
You know I don't see why I should be the criminal
How can something with no recorded fatalities be illegal
And how many deaths are there per year from alcohol
I just completed Gran Tourismo on the hardest setting
We pose no threat on my settee
Ooh the pizza's here will someone let him in please
'We didn't order chicken, Not a problem we'll pick it out
I doubt they meant to mess us about
After all we're all adults not louts.'
As I was saying, we're friendly peaceful people
We're not the ones out there causing trouble.
We just sit in this hazy bubble with our quarters
Discussing how beautiful Gail Porter is.
MTV, BBC 2, Channel 4 is on until six in the morning.
Then at six in the morning the sun dawns and it's my bedtime.
Causing trouble, your stinking rabble
Boys saying I'm the lad who's spoiling it
You're on drugs it really bugs me when people try and tell me
I'm a thug
Just for getting drunk
I like getting drunk
Cause I'm an upstanding citizen
If a war came along I'd be on the front line with em.
Now Terry you're repeating yourself
But that's okay drunk people can't help that.
A chemical reaction inside your brain causes you to forget what
you're saying.
What. I know exactly what I'm saying
I'm perfectly sane
You stinking student lameo
Go get a job and stop robbing us of our taxes.
Err, well actually according to research
Government funding for further education pales in insignificance
When compared to how much they spend on repairing
Leery drunk people at the weekend
In casualty wards all over the land.
Why you cheeky little swine come here
I'm gonna batter you. Come here.
12.Weak Becomes Heroes
Turn left up the street
Nothing but grey concrete and dead beats
Grab something to eat
Maccy D's or KFC
Only one choice in the city
Done voice in my pity now lets get to the nitty gritty
Tune reminds me of my first e
Like unique still sixteen and feelin horny
Point to the sky feel free
A sea of people all equal smiles in front and behind me
Swim in the deep blue sea cornfields sway lazily
All smiles all easy where you from, what you on and what's your
story
Mesmerizing tones risin pianos this is my zone so stop clonin
Pick paper scissors or stone
Coz me and you are same i known you all my life i don't know
your name
The names European Bob sorted anyway
Gonna have dance now see you later please to meet you
Likewise a pleasure
We were just standin there mindin our own
And it went on and on
We all smile we all sing
The weak become heroes then the stairs align
We all sing we all sing all sing
We were just standin there mindin our own
And it went on and on
We all smile we all sing
The weak become heroes then the stairs align
We all sing we all sing all sing
The night slowly fades and goes slow motion
All the commotion becomes floatin emotions
Same piano loops over
Arms wave eyes roll back and jaws fall open
I see in soft focus
Chattin to this bloke in the toilets
Dizzy new heights blinded by the lights
These people are for life its all back to his place at the end
of the night
They could settle wars with this
If only they will imagine the worlds leaders on pills then
imagine the mornin after
Wars causing disaster don't talk to me i don't know ya
But this aint tommorow and for now i still love ya
Hours fly over sail round diamonds and pearls never seen so many
fit girls
Discover new worlds look at my watch can't focus
Last two hours i lost every move fills me with lust
All of life's problems i just shake off
Mad little events happen things map out and a few blue maddens
alight the toilets
Big beefy bouncers out to reveal us geezers on e's and first
timers kids on whizz darlins on
Charlie
All come together for this party
All races many faces from places you never heard of
Where you from what's your name and what you want
Sing to the words flex to the fat one
The tribal drums the sun's risin we all smile we all sing
We were just standin there mindin our own
And it went on and on
We all smile we all sing
The weak become heroes then the stairs align
We all sing we all sing all sing
We were just standin there mindin our own
And it went on and on
We all smile we all sing
The weak become heroes then the stairs align
We all sing we all sing all sing
Then the girl in the caf？taps me on the shoulder
I realize five years went by I'm older
Memories smoulder winters colder
But that same piano loops over and over and over
The road shines and the rain washes away
The same Chinese takeaway selling shit in a tray
It's dark all round I walk down same sight same sounds new beats
though
Solid concrete under my feet
No surprises no treats the world stands still as my mind sloshes
round
The washing up bowl in my crown
My life's been up and down since i walked from that crowd
We were just standin there mindin our own
And it went on and on
We all smile we all sing
The weak become heroes then the stairs align
We all sing we all sing all sing
We were just standin there mindin our own
And it went on and on
We all smile we all sing
The weak become heroes then the stairs align
We all sing we all sing all sing
13.Who Dares Wins
It's who dares wins in the city
Sit pretty
Locked On not Tripoli
Get dressed for the party
As i spit simile after simile
Got the latest Nikes on my feet
The streets merely reflect this bass line and beat
Lock on to 102.6 the streets
Kronenburg double doves and herbs actions speak louder than
words
Get fucked up sat on the curb
Street geezers
Accept me as your own
Let me make myself at home
I just ain't a clone
Still got the monsta boy ring tone though
Raised as a northern star
With a London underground travel card.
14.Stay Positive
Cos this world swallows souls
And when the blues unfold
It gets cold silence burns holes
You're going mad
Perhaps you always were
But when things was good you just didn't care
This is called irony
When you most need to get up you got no energy
Time and time shit'll happen
The dark shit's unwrapping
But no-one's listening your mates are laughing
Your brethren's fucking and then you start hating
Your stomach starts churning and you mind starts turning.
So smoke another draw
It won't matter no more but the next day still feels sore
Rain taps on your window
Always did tho but you didn't hear it when things were so-so
You're on your own now
Your little zone you were born alone and believe me you'll die
alone
Weed becomes a chore
You want the buzz back so you follow the others onto smack
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Feels nice and still
Good thing about brown is it always will
It's easy, no-one blames you
It's that world out there that's fucked you
You know less of a person and if God exists
He still loves you
Just remember that - the more you sink the further back from
that brink
Maybe you've lifetime scars and you think tattoos might be more
fitting
But who's picking？
Searching for yourself you find demons
Try and be a freeman and grasp that talisman
Cos your the same as I am
We all need our fellow man
We all need our samaritan.
Maybe I'm better looking than you tho
Maybe I've got more dough - but am I happier... no.
Get the love of a good girl and your world will be much richer
than my world
And your happyness will uncurl
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Stop dreaming
People who say that are blaspheming
They're doing nine to five and moaning
And they don't want you succeeding when theyve blown it
And you idols - who are they？
They too dreamt about their day
Positive steps will see your goals.
Whether it's dollars or control, feel the gold.
I aint helping you climb the ladder
I'm busy climbing mine.
That's how it's been since the dawn of time
If you reach a cul-de-sac
The world turns it's back
This is you zone, it's like blackjack
He might get the ace or the top one
So organise your two's and three's into a run then you'll have
fucked him son
And for that you'll be the better one
One last thing before you go though
When you feel better tommorow you'll be a hero
But never forget today. you could be back here
Things can stray
What if you see me in that window？
You won't help me I know.
That's cool, just keep walking where you go.
Carry on through the estate, stare at the geezers so they know
you aint lightweight
And go see your mates
And when they don't look happy
Play them this tape
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
I hope you understand me
Just trying to stay positive
I aint no preaching fucker and I aint no do-goody-goody either
This is about when shit goes pear-shaped
And if you aren't or ever have been at rock bottom then good
luck to you in the big wide world
But remember that one day shit might just start crumbling
Your bird might fuck off or you might loose your job
It's when that happens that what I'm talking about will feel
much more important to you
So if you aint feeling it, just be thankfull that everythings
cool in your world
Respect to BC
Positivity
Positivity
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
1.Turn The Page
Lyricist：Mike Skinner
Writer(s)：Mike Skinner
Mixing：Mike Skinner
That's it
Turn the page on the day, walk away
'Cause they're sensing what I say
I'm 45th generation Roman
But I don't know 'em
Or care when I'm spitting
So return to your sitting position and listen it's fitting
I'm miles ahead and they chase me
Show yer face on TV, then we'll see
You're can't do half, my crew laughs
At yer rhubarb and custard verses
Yer rain down curses but I'm waving,
Yer hearse is driving by
Streets riding high, with the beats in the sky
All stare, eyes glazed
Garage burnt down, the fire raged
For 40 days and in 40 ways
But through the blaze they see it fade
The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces
Their figure emerges from the wasteage
Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze
One hand clutching a sword raised to the sky
They wonder how, they wonder why
The sky turns white it all becomes clear
They felt lifted from their fears
They shed tears in the light
After 6 dark years
Young bold soldiers, the fire burns
Cracks and smoulders
5 years older and wiser
The fires are burning on fire, never tire
Slave warriors in the forests and on higher
We sing, hear the strings rising
The war's over, the bells ring
Memories fading, soldiers slaying
Looks like Geezers raving
The hazy fog over the bull ring,
The lazy ways the birds sing
A new babys born every day
Few men may be spoilt today
But look at things the other way
Cos it may well be yer final day
And then the crowds roar they slay, they all say
I produce this using only my bare wit
Gimme a jungle a garage beat and admit defeat,
Use war and past injury as my metaphor and simile
Get all applications into before the deadline
Cos it's a fine line between strife or crime
And a life of crime
But you will reach the day, and it's all mine
You can take it or leave, I shake
And reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix
In the afterlife Gladiators meet their maker
Thrown through the wind fields and lakes of Bluewater
To the next life from the fortress
Away from the knives and slaughter
To their wives and daughters
Once more before the law judges over all of us
Cos in this place you'll see me
Brace yourself, cos this goes deep
I'll show you the secrets the sky and the birds
Actions speak louder than words
Stand by me my apprentice
Be brave, Clench fists.
2.Has It Come To This ？(Original Mix)
Lyricist：Mike Skinner
Writer(s)：Mike Skinner
Mixing：Mike Skinner
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.
3.Let's Push Things Forward
Lyricist：Mike Skinner
Writer(s)：Mike Skinner
Mixing：Mike Skinner
This ain't the down it's the upbeat
Make it complete
So what's the story？
Guaranteed accuracy enhanced CD
Latest technology, Darts at Treble 20
Huge non-recuparable advance
Majors be vigilent
I excel in both content and deliverance
So let's put on our classics
And we'll ave a little dance, shall we？
No sales pitch, no media hype
No hydro, it's nice and ripe
I speak in communication in bold type
This AIN'T yer archetypal street sound
Scan for ultrasound North, South, East, West
And all round and then to the underground
You say that every thing sounds the same
Then you go buy them! There's no excuses my friend
Let's push things forward
As we progress to the checkpoint
I wholeheartedly agree with yer viewpoint
But this ain't your typical Garage joint
I make points which hold significance
That ain't a bag it's shipment
This ain't a track it's a movement
I got the settlement
My frequencies are transient
And resonate your eardrums
I make bangers not anthems
Leave that to the Artful Dodger
The broad shouldered 51% shareholder
You won't find us on Alta Vista
Cult classic, not bestseller
Your gonna need more power,
Plug in the freephase and the generator
Crank it up to the gigawatts
Critics ready with the potshots, the plot thickens
Put on yer mittens for these sub-zero conditions
But remember I'm just spittin',
Remember I'm just spittin'
Once bitten, forever smitten
You say that everything sounds the same
Then you go buy them! There's no excuses my friend
Let's Push Things Forward
Spilt jewels like Eastern Riches
Junkie Fixes
Around 'ere we say Birds, not bitches
As London Bridge burns down, Brixton's burning up
Turns out your in luck
Cos I know this dodgy fuck in The Duck
So it's just another showflick from your
Local City Poet
Case you geezers don't know it
Lets Push Things Forward
It's a tall order, but were taller
Calling all mawlers, backstreet brawlers
Cornershop crawlers, victories flawless
Love us or hate us, but don't slate us
Don't conform to formulas
Pop genres and such Sharp darts, double Dutch
Parked cars, troubles a much with more Bud
Let's Push Things Forward
You say that everything sounds the same
The you go buy them! There's no excuses my friend
Let's Push Things Forward.
4.Sharp Darts
Lyricist：Mike Skinner
Writer(s)：Mike Skinner
Mixing：Mike Skinner
Spitting Masters
Spitting darts faster
Shut up I'm the driver, you're the passenger
I'll reign superior
The pressure blows the dial on your barometer
Do you understand？
Or do you need an interpreter？
Now my style is distinguished
All fires are extinguished
Ask yer girl to sing and she'll sing this
I'm a scientist
Have no prejudice, that's my hypothesis
Make your analysis, ever heard a beat like this？
I walk the beat like a policemen
No karma pedestrian
In 500 years they'll play this song in museums
I'm the bold adventurer
UK's ambassador
Holding up Excalibur
Your beats are inferior
Don't wanna embarrass yer
So call yer solicitor
The jury voted unanimously against ya!
Sharp Darts Spitting Masters
Spitting darts faster
Shut up I'm the driver, you're the passenger
I'll reign superior
The pressure blows the dial on your barometer
Do you understand？
Or do you need an interpreter？
This one's fat like yer mother
Contains enough calories
Resonating all your favourite frequencies
I've got a worldwide warranty
Satisfaction guarantee
If you ain't happy then just
Send it right back to me
'Spec to BC
It's time to fuck loyalty
One day I hope to earn some hard royalties
From a bit of sample robbery
Rook burglary, noise thievery
Or wholesale piracy
So watch yer back, I'm inclined to sample
I'll dismantle and make you all examples
Sharp Darts Spitting Masters
Spitting darts faster
Shut up I'm the driver, you're the passenger
I'll reign superior
The pressure blows the dial on your barometer
Do you understand？
Or do you need an interpreter？
5.Same Old Thing
Lyricist：Mike Skinner
Writer(s)：Mike Skinner
Mixing：Mike Skinner
Yeah, street level
Oh oh yeah, that's it..
Right there
At street level
That's it that's it that's it
Yeah oh tunes heavy
At street level
That's it that's it that's it yeah.. oh oh right there
Who's round is it？
Down that beer quick smash my glass back down fall over the
table
All rowdy and pissed
Seems the only difference between mid week shit and weekend is
how loud I speak
And whether I try to pull a girlfriend
That's it who's got dough？
Hey, you know I'd pay but I'm broke, only got coinage to show
Putting off walking home on my own to my thrown
Two empty takeaways ashtrays and remains of the day stoned
Pick a bottle off the table, peel the label tell a fable
Offer opinion for free and a solution to the latest big news
story
Football and smut daily as I ponder winning the lottery
Buy a drink, chat to a lady, the girls well fit definitley, not
maybe, she's rude I'd shag
her and make tea right there
At street level
That's it that's it that's it
Yeah oi heavy, heavy
At street level
That's it that's it that's it yeah.. oh oh
Can't lounge in the boozer all day, got manouvers to make
Gotta see a man about a dog, can't be late, I'm always late
Raining cats and fog but nice and dry in the black dog
Down it in one my son, can't sit here, gotta run.. things need
done
If they don't win this and the next run they getting relegated
to the third division
At street level, real people saying repeated sequal
Rock and roll fall to the floor like last night, yesterday
morning
And the night before and the night before
Apparently there's a whole world out there somewhere
it's right there, right there
I just don't see it, I just don't see it, oi oi
At street level
That's it that's it that's it
Yeah, oi street level
At street level
That's it that's it that's it
yeah oi oi heavy.. heavy
Lock the door on your way out
6.Geezers Need Excitement
Lyricist：Mike Skinner
Writer(s)：Mike Skinner
Mixing：Mike Skinner
Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense
Geezerz need excitement
if their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense
Out the club about three, to the take-away
The shit-in-a-tray merchants, shops got special perchant for the
disorderly
Geezerz looking ordinary and a few looking leary
Chips fly round the sound of the latest chart entry
An incendiary waiting to blast
No harm with the contest who can throw the furthest
Behind the counter they look nervous, but
Carry on cutting the finest cuts of chicken from the big
spinning stick
Then over flies a chip, flips, and hits you on the back
You spin round on the attack
'Fuck you playing at？ he looks like a cheshire cat, almost falls
down
Your frowns and superman eye lasers don't even register
By now you want to leather this twat
And forever your gonna regret that, your choice of path
So mash his head up and your girls now fed up
But stop to think and it's never gonna be the Jackie Chan scene
it could have been to end up
Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense
Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense
So you owe someone money subbing scunny
Best pay me billy - no worries
One-fifty on sunday
But in someway that turns into wednesday
Then goes straight to pay on a hazy evening in the local
bar-cafe
What a way. What a way
Just to recap for those at the back, this is everyday
tit-for-tat you owe your dealer and
can't pay back fee
Suddenly he's the baddy
So you tell your mates you could have him anyway, to look
'geez'.
But he's a shady fuck, beamer three series, lock, stock and two
fat fucks backing him up
Can't convey enough of his desire for the paper stuff
In a blunt fashion Billy's angry with a passion
So please just accept it ain't happening
And go back to your runnins
'Cos you might get yourself in trouble one of these days
Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense
Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense
Get hold of this bird after pub closing hours
Would your girl like this？ No don't think so somehow, in the
winter showers
But she'll never know and your face will never show shit
This is how goes it and besides she was well fit
And who could resist
Move up to the next place, a smooth club to flex bass beats and
your best mates all down
Nice sound, smirnoff ice round.
MC's clowning, ruud boyz frowning
Everything's sweet everything's tucked-in.
And round here were all downing.
But all of a sudden though, just through the smoke, is your bird
laughing and joking with a
bloke？
Ain't just that either, as she moves closer,
Miss-shape what looks like their lover - he's tonguing her.
All rage sweeps up through your torso, your moreso ready to go
over and show him whos man
Football fan style
Leave it in the can for a while, cos even as they smile you
still got
Don't listen to them voices
And at the end of the day you may just have caused this
So leave the forces
Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense
Geezerz need excitement
If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence
Common sense simple common sense.
7.It's Too Late
Lyricist：Mike Skinner
Writer(s)：Mike Skinner
Mixing：Mike Skinner
She said meet me at the gates at 8
Leave now don't be late
She said one day she'd walk away cos I'm always late
Thought things were ok
Didnt care though anyway
Say sorry babe, I had to meet a mate, tempting fate
We first met through a shared view, she loved me and I did too
It's now 7：50 getting ready better be nifty
Do my hair quickly, step out it's cloudy
Mate bells me to borrow money, I got two Henry's and a dealer to
pay
Call up on geezers to rid these green trees of my reeking jeans
Got a you think I care outglaring geezers stares
I'm here and I'm there
Couldn't see past the end of my beer
What was getting near, all the silence after the cheers
She said meet me at the gates
Don't be late, but pretty soon the day came for change
And I was glad she never walked away
So Im choosing what to wear, doing my hair with an hour to spare
When my life went pear, she'd been there with a thick stare
Big wheel climed to the top, geezer scares bounced off
Standing at the top of this huge mountain, smiling and shouting
Spring flowers sprouting, not one inch of doubt in my mind as I
reached the gates
Came round the corner at a rate
Risked her love but Im gonna set things straight
Never again am I gonna be late
Never again am I gonna be late
Never again am I gonna be late
I said meet me at the gates
Leave now don't be late
I waited for a while listening to her voicemail, mind set sail
Then the facts turned me pale, wind rain and hail
My fears unveiled, for my fair female
She'd walked away, too little too late
I step up the pace, walk past the gates, rain runs over my face
Spirit falls from grace
I purchase a hazy escape at the alcohol place in the chase
Sat down I got a fat frown
Weaping and drowning my senses
For this love game's expensive
I walk in a trance
Gort a wounded soldier stance
The everyday geezers stares throw me off balance
Now nothing holds significance
And nothing holds relavance
'Cause the only thing I can see is her elagance
8.Too Much Brandy
Lyricist：Mike Skinner
Writer(s)：Mike Skinner
Mixing：Mike Skinner
Smell of good earthy herbs makes my nerves shudder but where
were you that cold December
cos we were in the Grasshopper spending guilders
Central Station, charged up like Scarface Amsterdam ain't a nice
place off your face, we
enter the race
Walk down, been there before, done that, no joy, if you're
bored, let's go see Roy, get
fucked up with the boys
Calvin, Schmalvin, I'm well within my limit, oh hang on a
minute, these mushrooms just
kicked in, think I might be finished
The ball game heads for the worse, for what it's worth I might
just fall off the edge of
the earth, brain's kind of surfing now
We wander down darkened pathways in a daze, 'Want to buy any
cocaine？', am I paranoid？ 'Yes,
you're paranoid'
Charlie, darling, please save me, this is raving, take me home
to my baby, two bags of
mushrooms, room's mushed up and I need a cradle
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better
stop drinking brandy
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better
stop drinking brandy
Now getting to the bar's gonna be trouble
So the Marlons'll have to be doubles
Then you drink doubles
The same speed you drink singles
Ah beautiful, the barman holds aloft the crystal glass and I'm
having all that's in the
bubble in the bottom of the bottle
Then by three or four, your head's a bit mangled
Club's full, you mingle
You dance the fandango
You sing all your favourite jingles
Far gone on one, call me Baron Von Marlon
One has a monocle and cigar
Dickie-bow and long johns
My utility belt tells me it's to the bar Batman
Fat cans of that lager then it's straight to the dance-floor
For much more fancy footwork, it's adored by many amour
Don't awe me with your little sidestep technique
Gget to the beat, loosen up, it's The Streets
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better
stop drinking brandy
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better
stop drinking brandy
We eat junk food, sat drunk on the tube
Every time the train clunks I feel like puking
Wonder whether that beautiful bird'll ring,
Then it all goes hazy, these are the days we're walking up out
and back to the road, talking
Well shouting actually, loads more drunk, by Jove, mind's
focused, balance fucked up
Ra, ra, ra, it's all back to the Dogstar and if it's his round
I'm quite partial to another
Marlon at the bar
Bad idea to start again late, should've given my brain a break
Take it easy mate, you start to think you're a state, you
definitely are a state
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better
stop drinking brandy
In its own little way, my body was trying to say that you better
stop drinking brandy
9.Don't Mug Yourself
Lyricist：Mike Skinner
Writer(s)：Mike Skinner
Mixing：Mike Skinner
A new day another morning after, leaning back on my chair in a
greasy spoon cafeteria
Last night was some beer laryness done our way but again we're
back in the light of day
Chatting shit, sitting at the wall table telling jokes playing
with the salt, lookin out the
window
Girl brings 2 plates of full english over with plenty of
scrambled eggs and plenty of fried
tomato
Get my phone out, 'bout to give this girl a shout, see if she
had a nice time last night up
town
Ask if she fancies trying it again sometime then Cal grabs the
phone oi oi oi!
Hold it down boy, your hairs getting blurred
I know you cant stop thinking of her
By all means you can vibe with this girl
But just don't mug yourself, thats all don't mug yourself!
Seriously Mick you fuck her
No no no Cos ya know what I mean
Don't mug yourself
I'm fucking, i'm know way really d'ya know what I mean
I can take it or leave it, believe, and then Calvins like oi
You need to hold it down Jack, put your phone back
Quit staring into space and eat your snack, thats that
She'll want you much for not hanging on
Stop me if Im wrong, stop me if Im wrong
Why should she be the one who decides whether its off or on or
on or off or on
Now the girls rude, I know she's rude but she's screwed right
through you, you'll be on your
knees soon
Hold it down boy, your hairs getting blurred
I know you cant stop thinking of her
By all means you can vibe with this girl
Bust just don't mug yourself, thats all don't mug yourself!
And i'm like, honestly it's not like that, your acting like im
prancing like a sap
Jumping when she claps and that, oi
Do you really think I act wack cos Im tellin ya serving the aces
and it's game set andmatch
Perfectly in control of this goal, I got the lead role, won't be
fooled and I'm older than
you're told
Girl sold, high speeds gold, game over game over too cold
Hold it down boy, your hairs getting blurred
I know you cant stop thinking of her
By all means you can vibe with this girl
But just don't mug yourself, that's all don't mug yourself!
Hold it down boy, your hairs getting blurred
I know you cant stop thinking of her
By all means you can vibe with this girl
But just don't mug yourself, thats all don't mug yourself!
Hold it down boy, your hairs getting blurred!
I know you cant stop thinking of her!
Like girl is she as smelly ala piss!
She must have crab and fuckin shrimp in her teeth!
10.Who Got The Funk ？
Lyricist：Mike Skinner
Writer(s)：Mike Skinner
Mixing：Mike Skinner
Oi oi oi Lee Satchell you bastard
Stop trying to shag the birds and fight the geezers
Mines a Kronenberg mate
The streets
Who got the funk？
Geezers geezers geezers
Who got the funk？
Original pirate material
Day in the life of a geezer
Crispy, rosco, englands glory
Uniq, locked on, andy lewis
All Birmingham geezers
All London heads
Barnet, Brixton, Beckenham
You're listening to the streets
Original pirate material
Day in the life of a geezer
Day in the life of a geezer
This is just a groove
Just a groove.
11.The Irony Of It All
Lyricist：Mike Skinner
Writer(s)：Mike Skinner
Mixing：Mike Skinner
Hello, Hello. My names Terry and I'm a law abider
There's nothing I like more than getting fired up on beer
And when the weekends here I to exercise my right to get
paralytic and fight
Good bloke fairly
But I get well leery when geezers look at me funny
Bounce 'em round like bunnies
I'm likely to cause mischief
Good clean grief you must believe and I ain't no thief.
Law abiding and all, all legal.
And who cares about my liver when it feels good
Wwhat you need is some real manhood.
Rasher Rasher Barney and Kasha putting peoples backs up.
Public disorder, I'll give you public disorder.
I down eight pints and run all over the place
Spit in the face of an officer
See if that bothers you cause I never broke a law in my life
Someday I'm gonna settle down with a wife
Come on lads lets have another fight
Eh hello. My names Tim and I'm a criminal,
In the eyes of society I need to be in jail
For the choice of herbs I inhale.
This ain't no wholesale operation
Just a few eighths and some Playstations my's vocation
I pose a threat to the nation
And down the station the police hold no patients
Let's talk space and time
I like to get deep sometimes and think about Einstein
And Carl Young And old Kung Fu movies I like to see
Pass the hydrator please
Yeah I'm floating on thin air.
Going to Amsterdam in the New Year - top gear there
Cause I taker pride in my hobby
Home made bongs using my engineering degree
Dear Leaders, please legalise weed for these reasons.
Like I was saying to him.
I told him： 'Top with me and you won't leave.'
So I smacked him in the head and downed another Carling
Bada Bada Bing for the lad's night.
Mad fight, his face's a sad sight.
Vodka and Snake Bite.
Going on like a right geez, he's a twat,
Shouldn't have looked at me like that.
Anyway I'm an upstanding citizen
If a war came along I'd be on the front line with em.
Can't stand crime either them hooligans on heroin.
Drugs and criminals those thugs on the penny coloured will be
the downfall of society
I've got all the anger pent up inside of me.
You know I don't see why I should be the criminal
How can something with no recorded fatalities be illegal
And how many deaths are there per year from alcohol
I just completed Gran Tourismo on the hardest setting
We pose no threat on my settee
Ooh the pizza's here will someone let him in please
'We didn't order chicken, Not a problem we'll pick it out
I doubt they meant to mess us about
After all we're all adults not louts.'
As I was saying, we're friendly peaceful people
We're not the ones out there causing trouble.
We just sit in this hazy bubble with our quarters
Discussing how beautiful Gail Porter is.
MTV, BBC 2, Channel 4 is on until six in the morning.
Then at six in the morning the sun dawns and it's my bedtime.
Causing trouble, your stinking rabble
Boys saying I'm the lad who's spoiling it
You're on drugs it really bugs me when people try and tell me
I'm a thug
Just for getting drunk
I like getting drunk
Cause I'm an upstanding citizen
If a war came along I'd be on the front line with em.
Now Terry you're repeating yourself
But that's okay drunk people can't help that.
A chemical reaction inside your brain causes you to forget what
you're saying.
What. I know exactly what I'm saying
I'm perfectly sane
You stinking student lameo
Go get a job and stop robbing us of our taxes.
Err, well actually according to research
Government funding for further education pales in insignificance
When compared to how much they spend on repairing
Leery drunk people at the weekend
In casualty wards all over the land.
Why you cheeky little swine come here
I'm gonna batter you. Come here.
12.Weak Become Heroes
Lyricist：Mike Skinner
Writer(s)：Mike Skinner
Mixing：Mike Skinner
Turn left up the street
Nothing but grey concrete and dead beats
Grab something to eat
Maccy D's or KFC
Only one choice in the city
Done voice in my pity now lets get to the nitty gritty
Tune reminds me of my first e
Like unique still sixteen and feelin horny
Point to the sky feel free
A sea of people all equal smiles in front and behind me
Swim in the deep blue sea cornfields sway lazily
All smiles all easy where you from, what you on and what's your
story
Mesmerizing tones risin pianos this is my zone so stop clonin
Pick paper scissors or stone
Coz me and you are same i known you all my life i don't know
your name
The names European Bob sorted anyway
Gonna have dance now see you later please to meet you
Likewise a pleasure
We were just standin there mindin our own
And it went on and on
We all smile we all sing
The weak become heroes then the stairs align
We all sing we all sing all sing
We were just standin there mindin our own
And it went on and on
We all smile we all sing
The weak become heroes then the stairs align
We all sing we all sing all sing
The night slowly fades and goes slow motion
All the commotion becomes floatin emotions
Same piano loops over
Arms wave eyes roll back and jaws fall open
I see in soft focus
Chattin to this bloke in the toilets
Dizzy new heights blinded by the lights
These people are for life its all back to his place at the end
of the night
They could settle wars with this
If only they will imagine the worlds leaders on pills then
imagine the mornin after
Wars causing disaster don't talk to me i don't know ya
But this aint tommorow and for now i still love ya
Hours fly over sail round diamonds and pearls never seen so many
fit girls
Discover new worlds look at my watch can't focus
Last two hours i lost every move fills me with lust
All of life's problems i just shake off
Mad little events happen things map out and a few blue maddens
alight the toilets
Big beefy bouncers out to reveal us geezers on e's and first
timers kids on whizz darlins on
Charlie
All come together for this party
All races many faces from places you never heard of
Where you from what's your name and what you want
Sing to the words flex to the fat one
The tribal drums the sun's risin we all smile we all sing
We were just standin there mindin our own
And it went on and on
We all smile we all sing
The weak become heroes then the stairs align
We all sing we all sing all sing
We were just standin there mindin our own
And it went on and on
We all smile we all sing
The weak become heroes then the stairs align
We all sing we all sing all sing
Then the girl in the caf？taps me on the shoulder
I realize five years went by I'm older
Memories smoulder winters colder
But that same piano loops over and over and over
The road shines and the rain washes away
The same Chinese takeaway selling shit in a tray
It's dark all round I walk down same sight same sounds new beats
though
Solid concrete under my feet
No surprises no treats the world stands still as my mind sloshes
round
The washing up bowl in my crown
My life's been up and down since i walked from that crowd
We were just standin there mindin our own
And it went on and on
We all smile we all sing
The weak become heroes then the stairs align
We all sing we all sing all sing
We were just standin there mindin our own
And it went on and on
We all smile we all sing
The weak become heroes then the stairs align
We all sing we all sing all sing
13.Who Dares Wins
Lyricist：Mike Skinner
Writer(s)：Mike Skinner
Mixing：Mike Skinner
It's who dares wins in the city
Sit pretty
Locked On not Tripoli
Get dressed for the party
As i spit simile after simile
Got the latest Nikes on my feet
The streets merely reflect this bass line and beat
Lock on to 102.6 the streets
Kronenburg double doves and herbs actions speak louder than
words
Get fucked up sat on the curb
Street geezers
Accept me as your own
Let me make myself at home
I just ain't a clone
Still got the monsta boy ring tone though
Raised as a northern star
With a London underground travel card.
14.Stay Positive
Lyricist：Mike Skinner
Writer(s)：Mike Skinner
Mixing：Mike Skinner
Cos this world swallows souls
And when the blues unfold
It gets cold silence burns holes
You're going mad
Perhaps you always were
But when things was good you just didn't care
This is called irony
When you most need to get up you got no energy
Time and time shit'll happen
The dark shit's unwrapping
But no-one's listening your mates are laughing
Your brethren's fucking and then you start hating
Your stomach starts churning and you mind starts turning.
So smoke another draw
It won't matter no more but the next day still feels sore
Rain taps on your window
Always did tho but you didn't hear it when things were so-so
You're on your own now
Your little zone you were born alone and believe me you'll die
alone
Weed becomes a chore
You want the buzz back so you follow the others onto smack
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Feels nice and still
Good thing about brown is it always will
It's easy, no-one blames you
It's that world out there that's fucked you
You know less of a person and if God exists
He still loves you
Just remember that - the more you sink the further back from
that brink
Maybe you've lifetime scars and you think tattoos might be more
fitting
But who's picking？
Searching for yourself you find demons
Try and be a freeman and grasp that talisman
Cos your the same as I am
We all need our fellow man
We all need our samaritan.
Maybe I'm better looking than you tho
Maybe I've got more dough - but am I happier... no.
Get the love of a good girl and your world will be much richer
than my world
And your happyness will uncurl
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Stop dreaming
People who say that are blaspheming
They're doing nine to five and moaning
And they don't want you succeeding when theyve blown it
And you idols - who are they？
They too dreamt about their day
Positive steps will see your goals.
Whether it's dollars or control, feel the gold.
I aint helping you climb the ladder
I'm busy climbing mine.
That's how it's been since the dawn of time
If you reach a cul-de-sac
The world turns it's back
This is you zone, it's like blackjack
He might get the ace or the top one
So organise your two's and three's into a run then you'll have
fucked him son
And for that you'll be the better one
One last thing before you go though
When you feel better tommorow you'll be a hero
But never forget today. you could be back here
Things can stray
What if you see me in that window？
You won't help me I know.
That's cool, just keep walking where you go.
Carry on through the estate, stare at the geezers so they know
you aint lightweight
And go see your mates
And when they don't look happy
Play them this tape
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
I hope you understand me
Just trying to stay positive
I aint no preaching fucker and I aint no do-goody-goody either
This is about when shit goes pear-shaped
And if you aren't or ever have been at rock bottom then good
luck to you in the big wide world
But remember that one day shit might just start crumbling
Your bird might fuck off or you might loose your job
It's when that happens that what I'm talking about will feel
much more important to you
So if you aint feeling it, just be thankfull that everythings
cool in your world
Respect to BC
Positivity
Positivity
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
Just trying to stay positive
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