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Streets The Original Pirate Material

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

, shall we? No sales pitch, no media hype No hydro, it's nice and ripe I speak in communications in BOLD type This ain't your archetypal street sound