THE STREETS - HAS IT COME TO THIS Lyrics

Has it come to thisoh werh-werh-werhOriginal pirate materialYou're listenin' to the streetsLock down your aerialHas it come to thisoh werh-werh-werhOriginal pirate materialYou're listenin to the streetsLock down your aerialMake yourself at homeWe got D'sGot some of that home grownSit back in your thrownTurn off your phoneCos this is our zoneVideos, televisions, 64s, playstationsWeb henry with precisionFew herbs and a bit of BensonBut don't forget the RizlaLean like the Tower Of PizaThese are...A ways a...And this is a day in the life of a geezaFor this ain't a club trackPull out your sack and sit backWhether you white or blackSmoke weed, chase brown or choke rockWe're on a missionSupport the causeSign a petitionSummon all your wisdomThe music's a gift fromThe man on highThe Lord and his childrenTrip or team of your rudeboysCome rain or snow the boodah flowsYou don't knowStand on the corner cos life moves slowSort your shit out and then rollSex, drugs and on the doleSome men rise, some men fallI hear you callStand tall nowHas it come to thisoh werh-werh-werhOriginal pirate materialYou're listenin' to the streetsLock down your aerialHas it come to thisoh werh-werh-werhOriginal pirate materialYou're listenin to the streetsLock down your aerialI'm just spittinThink I'm ghettoStop dreamingMy date is streamingI'm givin your bird them feelingsTouch your toes then touch the ceilingWe walk the tight rope of streed credKeep my dogs fedAll jungle, all garage headsGold teeth, Valentino's and dreads nowVerbally slapped upPhysically tip topSpineally ripped upI do the science on my laptopAnd get my boys mashed upYour listening to the streetsYou'll bear witness to some amazing featsBravery in the face of defeatAll line up and grab your seatCos Tony's got a new motorSR NovaDrivin like a joyriderSpeeding to the cornerYour mother warned your sound system bangerHas it come to thisoh werh-werh-werhOriginal pirate materialYou're listenin' to the streetsLock down your aerialHas it come to thisoh werh-werh-werhOriginal pirate materialYou're listenin to the streetsLock down your aerialMy underground train runs from Milend to EalingFrom Brixton to BoundsgreenMy spittin's dirtyMy beats are cleanSmoke weed and be leanI step out my yard through the streetsIn the dead heatAll i got's my spirit and my beatsI play fair don't cheatAnd keep the gangsters sweetTurn the pageDon't rip it out at your rageMove to the next stageLock the rage inside the cageLike SK, it's a new dayBut don't take the shortcut through the subwayIts pay or playThese geeza's walk the gangwayDeep seeded urban decayDeep seeded urban decayRip down posters alight from last week's big garage nightAnd the next Tyson fightI cook 'em at 90 degrees farenheitAnd don't copy the copyrightI got 'em in my sightsBlinded with the lightsTaken to dizzy new heightsBlinded with the lightsBlinded with the lightsDizzy new heightsHas it come to thisoh werh-werh-werhOriginal pirate materialYou're listenin' to the streetsLock down your aerialHas it come to thisoh werh-werh-werhOriginal pirate materialYou're listenin to the streetsLock down your aerialHas it come to thisoh werh-werh-werhOriginal pirate materialYou're listenin to the streetsLock down your aerialHas it come to thisoh werh-werh-werhOriginal pirate materialYou're listenin to the streetsLock down your aerialHas it come to thisoh werh-werh-werhOriginal pirate materialYou're listenin to the streetsLock down your aerialHas it come to thisoh werh-werh-werhOriginal pirate materialYou're listenin to the streetsLock down your aerialHas it come to thisoh werh-werh-werhOriginal pirate materialYour listenin to the streetsLock down your aerial