So all you people
come listen to this sound
nothings been this big since the demolition of this great town.
blast from the past
hard blows all around
standing on giants
grab a pew, and get down to the old skool sound.


some gangsters look for the golden gun 
not realising that its all a fake pun
all eyes on you, cause your getting props from your crew.
cant understand it cant seem to win em round 
they don't believe you've made it with dis champion sound
gotta get a life, gotta get money, gotta get a clear shot 
but it don't bother you that brown babies gettin blown away in their cots 


de devil is rubbin his hands, 
Ya gotta stop drawin that line in the sand
cause deadlines mean just that dead, like a line, straight up, no fat.








gotta not get caught, gotta run to catch up.
gat cause your always running up that hill
no time to get ill 



you can produce more that music.
old break beats never die out old them old rhymns 
if you pictrue me  please 
Africa is the key!
all eyez on me