Culture Vulture - The Skints

Why waste time standing in the dole queue line

When I can have a life of crime?

Wave goodbye to that boring nine to five

And all I see is more police out on beat

More and more CCTV, ya dun see me blud

Controlling these streets

I’d risk 25 to life for the price of my time

In a vain-up attempt while they all get by

I’m another example of a wasted young mind

But I need to get shot of this green and the white

Things like that they shouldn’t be talked about

I’m telling you the things like that they shouldn’t be talked about

Things like that they shouldn’t be talked about

I’m telling you the things like that they shouldn’t be talked about

Why go school, when I can do sweet fuck all?

Just buy myself a big fat tool

Rudeboy you could learn a thing or two

I’m lickin' shots like a lollipop

Shottin' rocks like a Kalashnikov

It’s standard ting, I ain’t lost the plot

So when I hot you up, you’re best to tell me what you go

Messin' with me, rudeboy, might be your biggest mistake

Catch me from Hackney E8 out to Broadmead Estate

Don’t go to the gym, but I’m holdin' the weight

So don’t watch how I do 'cause I sure ain’t your mate

I’d risk 25 to life for the price of my time

In a vain-up attempt while they all get by

I’m another example of a wasted young mind

But I need to get shot of this green and the white

Things like that they shouldn’t be talked about

I’m telling you the things like that they shouldn’t be talked about

Things like that they shouldn’t be talked about

I’m telling you the things like that they shouldn’t be talked about

So why you always talk about the things like that

Why you always talk about the things like that

Why you always talk about the things like that

Why you always talk about the things like that

Why you always talk about the things like that

Why you always talk about the things like that

Why you always talk about the things like that

Why you always talk about the things like that

These are my contemplations

These are my contemplations

These are my contemplations

Dub, sweat and tears

Don’t hold no fear