SYM - Kano

Suck your, suck your, suck your, mum

Suck your mum, suck your mum

Yeah I said it, suck your mum

Suck your mother and dad

If you think niggas just love these cuffs and riots

A million footsteps to make it in, woah, oh, oh

It ain’t easy to just dry four hundred tears

Different whip, different chain, different bracelet

Different thing but we still take the same shit

Get your paper but you don’t get complacent

If we don’t hold each other down, we won’t make it

If we don’t…

That might be the hook I could retire after

Not like when Tyson sparks ya

Like twisted fire starter

I worship bars and I’ll die a martyr

I got my Nikes from Pardner

I had the snidest braders

The O. E was selling war, that shit to the grimiest dances

Eediat tell me 'bout grime interrupted

Like my stripes in sharpied

On my shoulder like I ain’t a soldier in this rarse ting, crarses

Left a boy alone, forget some pussy and some plantain

'Cause of the sweet colour of our skin

They wan throw banana skins at John Barnsey’s

They tell us to go fuckin' back to our own country

But they won’t even give us back our own countries

Every entrance to a door

Has a footprint left by the ones that came before

Let’s talk about the day the wind was rushed up on the shore

They promised us so much and then they left us to be poor

Need superhero capes for the stuff our mum’s had to endure

Just heading to the store, no blacks, no Irish and no dogs

The system’s taking course and the most powerful are fraud

They trap us in estates, won’t even educate us boys

And wonder why we break the law

This ain’t for the culture, it’s for the connoisseur

This ain’t for the club, it’s for the mandem on the curb

They’re tryna take away our art, how we supposed to earn?

And express what’s in our heart, I beg you

Suck your mother and dad

Look, yep we here, we here

Landowner got keys here

Vroom vroom in MB’s here

Pure part to get cheap beer

Jerk man 'pon the streets ere

Fish fry and get steam ere

Rice with our gunga peas ere

Great grandkids are making G’s ere

We fly back to spend G’s there

Nuff rice so we’ll be rich ere

Then meet the queen but we kings ere

Got London turn up!

Bare man a wear gloves and collars

We bring light but darkness follows

So we cry then laugh tomorrow

Dry your puddles, mic in the basement

Had a voice then we parted with the station

No choice but to fly in the face of

Bias and hatred, grind 'til you wait in line for the pay checks

The might for the game is spiteful and heinous

But my generation, times are a changing

Die if I cave in, trying our patience

Lying so blatant trenchifyin' our places

But minds are awakening, tightening up laces

To fight in the AM

But at night, yeah we’re raving

At night, we’re raving

Ice on the brain ting

Selecta

Suck your mother and dad

If you think niggas just love these drugs and crime

A million footsteps to make it easy, woah, oh, oh

It ain’t easy to just dry four hundred tears

Different whip, different chain, different bracelet

In the field but we still take the same shit

Get your paper but you don’t get complacent

If we don’t hold each other down, we will make it

If we don’t hold each other down, we will make it

Different whip, different chain, different bracelet

In the field but we still take the same shit

If we don’t hold each other down, we will make it

If we don’t hold each other down, we will make it