Crown & Key - Gaika

God save the roadmen, goons and thugs

All the yutes beggin' boots

Get their racks from drugs

Oh, and angels holdin' stocks for your blud

'Cause London City isn’t built on God

No, no, no, we must stand up

Choppers with the coppers

Man, we show no love

No, no, no, can kill us

Na na na, na na na, na na na

When I pass through

Salute fi the king

Raise an arsenal

'Cause we strip everything

Every crown and key

Every bloodclaat ting

Every crown and key

Every bloodclaat ting

When I pass through

Salute fi the king

Raise an arsenal

'Cause we strip everything

Every crown and key

Every bloodclaat ting

Every crown and key

Every bloodclaat ting

It’s coke money, joke money, black’s another trap

All these motherfuckers just smite all of man

Oh, you talk so, oh, you talk too much

There’s more to your vision, made a prison of them niggas

Understand, man, I’m swingin' with the killers

Fuck honour, guilt and magazine fillers

Guerilla warfare, you can ask Mr. Skinner

Been Southside, swimmin' with the drillers

Since iceberg I’m paddlin' the pillers

I’m in this for the immigrants, I’m rilin' up the villas

I’m in this for the shotters putting bleach in your liver

Kill 'em all, bodies in the street

Your mother’s tears in the hot concrete

Madame Guillotine, Madame Guillotine

Kill 'em all, bodies in the street

Your mother’s tears in the hot concrete

Madame Guillotine, Madame Guillotine

Kill 'em all, bodies in the street

Your mother’s tears in the hot concrete

Madame Guillotine, Madame Guillotine

with that sickle

Fickle politics, bitch, I’m in it for the dough

Greed put her thirst on the wannabes

murking when you’re gone

No, no, no, not my level, not my lane, not close

No, no, no, throwin' shade at the shadows in the gold

I’m a South Londoner, don’t you know

Laughin' like a fool when the bodies hit the floor

Kill 'em all, bodies in the street

Your mother’s tears in the hot concrete

Madame Guillotine, Madame Guillotine

Kill 'em all, bodies in the street

Your mother’s tears in the hot concrete

Madame Guillotine, Madame Guillotine

Kill 'em all, bodies in the street

Your mother’s tears in the hot concrete

Madame Guillotine, Madame Guillotine

So, we shout it to the ground

They be fuckin' up the place for the dollars and pounds

And ill gotten gains, we suffer and drown

But revel up if you’re down

'Cause we’re in the streets where no banners dem found

Every ghetto yute must take back him crown

Just ride if you’re down, this fight is right now