I don't live the streets.
But there's only so many hours
and I use them to make beats.
My technique, I live loops,
sleep snares and breathe beats
Then, sieve through, keep the best there,
pen and re -record the vocal just once more
And now you know why these walls
are the only walls I ever saw
Call me the quick -draw McGraw Show,
Oi, kinda like a street score
Though, not the genuine article
a soundtrack to the acting
In a film, and I'm the lead
Believe me in the tragedy scene,
a tear ran down my cheek,
so cue the fairy tale finale
Listen to the dialogue, but not too deep,
but don't quote me please
don't worry about continuity,
the person we hired to do
that was relieved of their duties
Also, in the first scene,
but I still mean what I mean
I wear Nike a lot, my hoodie's a tight shot
But does my life sound as interesting
as a fight in a chip shop?
I think not, the hype's not to be believed
I ain't the archetypal street geez,
but I am right on being a beat junkie
I gave up the fight for an easy life
When the last bird donned me,
by me get one studio free
I use words for effect to illustrate passion
and specifics are usually fiction
Oi, oi, I probably couldn't tell you
half what has it come to this means
I was simply setting a scene of concrete,
I still hold the same hundred
But a lot of things scare me,
though I think I read somewhere recently
that fear is a useless feeling
without running from where I was
Where I'm from is not the issue
I don't sing the blues or feel fever
Which by definition ain't
So, don't lean toward the door at four
Just as the dance floor gets raw
Some of the things this tour makes out
Wasn't me, I weren't the one, I only seen it
I was always too zoned out
To worry about the day -to -day
Oi, oi, flip the 12 -inch
Called, maybe my sarcastic brick
twist dunting will be my downfall
Wait, suddenly I'm defined
Let's get back to the story
Soon as, the streets, the score
Tell me what you think it is