Original Pirate Material
    Yer listening to the streets
    Lock down your aerial
    Make yerself at home
    We got diesel or some of that homegrown
    Sit back in yer throne, turn off yer phone
    Cos this is our zone
    Videos, televisions, 64's Playstations
    We're paring with precision
    Few herbs and a bit of Benson
    But don't forger the Rizla,
    Lean like the Tower of Pisa
    Liza, I'll raise yer,
    And this is the day in the life of a Geezer
    For this ain't a club track
    Pull out yer 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 teenyear rudeboys
    Come rain or snow the boodah flows
    You don't know?
    Stand on the corner watch the show
    Cos life moves slow
    Sort yer shit out then roll
    Sex, Drugs 'n' On The Dole
    Some men rise, some men fall
    I hear ya call, stand tall now
    Has it come to this?
    Original Pirate Material
    Your listening to the streets
    Lock 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 yer toes and touch the ceiling
    We walk the tightrope of street cred
    Keep my dogs fed, all jungle all garage heads
    Gold teeth, valentinos and dreads
    Now, we were verbally slapped up
    Physically tip-top, spinally ripped up
    I do the science on my laptop, get my boys mashed up
    Your listening to The Streets
    You'll bear witness to some amazing feats
    Bravery in the face of defeat
    All line up and grab yer seat
    Cos Tony's got a new motor
    SR Nova driving like a joyrider
    Speeding to the corner
    Yer mother warned yer to sound system banger
    Has it come to this?
    Original Pirate Material
    Your listening to The Streets
    Lock down your aerial
    My underground train runs from Mile End to Ealing
    From Brixton to Boundsgreen
    My spitting's dirty my beats are clean
    So 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 yer age
    Move to the next stage
    Lock the rage inside the cage,
    Like SK it's 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,
    Rip down posters alight
    From last weeks big Garage night
    And the next Tyson fight
    I cook em at 90 degrees farenheit
    And don't copy the copyright
    I got em in my sites, blinding with the lights
    Taken to dizzy new heights
    Blinding with the lights, blinding with the lights
    Dizzy new heights
    Has It come to this?
    Original Pirate Material
    Your listening to The Streets
    Lock down your aerial.