How's it come to this? Oh, oh, oh, oh Original pirate material You're listening to the streets Lock down your aerial How's it come to this? Oh, oh, oh, oh Original pirate material You're listening to the streets Lock down your aerial Make yourself at home We got diesel or some of that homegrown Sit back in your throne Turn off your phone cause this is our zone Videos, televisions 64's, playstations Web Henry with precision Few herbs and a bit of Benson But don't forget the Rizla Lean like the Tower of Pisa These are Oasia And this is a day in the life of a geezer For this ain't a club track Pull out your 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 team, you're a root boys Come rain or snow, the Buddha flows You don't know? Stand on the corner, watch the show Cause life moves slow Sort your *** out then roll ***, drugs and I'm the doll Some men rise, some men fall I hear you call, stand tall now How's it come to this? Oh, oh, oh, oh Original pirate material You're listening to the streets Beat down your aerial How's it come to this? Oh, oh, oh, oh Original pirate material You're listening to the streets Beat 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 your toes and touch the ceiling We walk the tightrope of street cred Keep my dogs fed Old jungle, old garage heads Gold teeth, Valentinos and dreads now You were verbally slapped up Physically tipped up Spinely ripped up I do the science on my laptop And I get my boys mashed up You're listening to the streets You'll bear witness to some amazing feats Bravery in the face of defeat All line up and *** your seat Cause Tony's got a new motor SR Nova, driving like a joyrider Speed into the corner Your mother warns you it's a sound system banger How's it come to this? Oh, oh, oh, oh Original pirate material You're listening to the streets Beat down your aerial How's it come to this? Oh, oh, oh, oh Original pirate material You're listening to the streets Beat down your aerial My underground train runs from Mile End To Ealing, from Brixton to Bounds Green My spitting's dirty, my beats are clean To 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 your age Move to the next stage Lock the rage inside the cage Like SK, it's a 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 Ripped down posters alike From last week's big garage night And the next Tyson fight I cook them at 90 degrees Fahrenheit And don't copy the copyright I got them in my sights Blind them with the lights Take them to dizzy new heights Blind them with the lights Blind them with the lights Dizzy new heights How's it come to this? Original pirate material You listening to the streets? Beat down your aerial How's it come to this? Original pirate material You listening to the streets? Beat down your aerial How's it come to this? Original pirate material You listening to the streets? Beat down your aerial How's it come to this? Original pirate material You listening to the streets? Beat down your aerial How's it come to this? Original pirate material You listening to the streets? Beat down your aerial How's it come to this? Original pirate material You listening to the streets? Beat down your aerial How's it come to this? Original pirate material You listening to the streets? Beat down your aerial How's it come to this? Original pirate material You listening to the streets? Beat down your aerial How's it come to this? Original pirate material