Dirty Rider - Mikill Pane

I’ve been framed

I’m in the bike game

I’m Mikill Pane

Catch me racing through the city

Causing havoc in the cycle lane

I ride this silver charge plug ten

And I’m a mad man

Mum says «Wear a helmet» or I’m gonna need a CAT scan

Speeding is my specialty

I tend to get it right

Popping upon my pedals like

What the fuck’s a red light?

Everyone in London knows Mikill Pane’s name

Cause I zip across the junctions

Like I’m YKK HEY!

They shout mad abuse at me

And pick their wing mirrors up

I ain’t lost my mind

I’ve given it up

I’m a wild fixie punk

And even if I hit the ground too

I’m frankly nasty

Tonight Matthew I plan to be kamikaze

I won’t deny it

I’m a nutty rider

If you wanna roll with me

Bring your bike and your helmet

Cause I can’t help it

I can’t control my speed

If you can handle bars

Let down your mudguard

And let me in

I’m just trying to pedal shit

But I’m not selling anything

I crash for them

And then back on the rider seat

Before my wounds heal

Foolish fake MC’s run out of gas

I keep it two wheel

I’m a different kind of street

And that’s just how I talk

So why mention a knife

When I can brag about my forks

I don’t want to derail you

Throw you of the track

I keep my flow

Just like my chain brother

There’s no room for the slack

There’s no feeling like you get from this

I’ve really got a habit

The irony of the high MC

That’s in the bottom bracket

I’m not sure what the passion stems from

But I know this is the best yet

I’m fully 'Ride Or Die' from my toe-clips

To my head set

I wanna ride with you ride with you

So I’ve got to see a cycle inside of you

And I’ll be cranky

'Cos I know that we’ll be great

But I don’t have any brakes

So I might really frighten you

Up, up, up

I won’t, I won’t, I won’t

Up, up, up

I won’t, I won’t, I won’t