Tale of 2 cities







This is a tale of 2 cities,

The one you think you know,

One where the place, where the girl are so shitty,

They call man n run inside ya home.

Like cuzzy where the dough?

Don't fuck about out here, they don't fuck about.

I know Islamic man that flip kilo grams.

Pervert the teaching.

Plus the pastor is a pervert he preaching.

Then he touching them girls, say the demons won't leave 'em,

Unless she relieve him, this evening

It's deceiving, the lights, the cameras, the action,

Behind the scenes, they all fucking fiends sniffing white in the bathroom.

This one for my youth, who's future dies in the classroom.

Too full and the school too broke, and the teacher is cool,

But he a joke.

This is the tale of 2 cities

Told fat boy to tell a few knitties,

had to flip it quick,

Bottle out, so I had to sip a bit,

For my people in my bits,

Had to flip this shit for my immigrants working them low paid jobs,

For the mandem, chasing short term stimulants, serving them cocaine shots.

This is how it really is. Don't tell me that it's not.

So many have street dreams.

End up lost in the system,

Left to rot in a prison, by the man they pledged allegiance too.

Bet they feel this too.

bet they do!

Not knowing their the subjects.

They scream real recognise real.

But they don't know how a real bredder like I feel.

Used to deal now I chill.

Tryna stack cheddar like a mill, then I peel

Never feel broke again, never have to steal.

Never deal coke again.

In a city so unequal, the kids down in Max Roach Park,

Play dodge the fucking needle

No silver spoon, so they selling fuckin diesel.

About the same price as the Arabs at the BP garage.

Never been Harrods, but my CD savage

Go cop it.







This is a tale of 2 cities

Had to flip this shit,

But allow.

You know I had to sip a bit

You know I had to sip a bit

This is a tale of 2 cities

Had to flip this shit,

Had to flip this shit,







What you thought we done,

nah son

We only just begun.

HDC







Used to link this chick,

now we barely talk.

She's wid all the suits down at Canary Wharf,

Used to smoke zoots, now she coke toots,

All she talks is 0-2, used to be the one that my man used to go though,

Hit, bang, go through.

Now when she talk to man, yo she so rude.

Well Merci beacoup, we don't need ya here.

If ya think ya better, what you think cos you link a bredder,

In finance, they different to the bredders that supply grams.

Only difference is they sniff it and we sell it.

If ya hitting them with pellets, they will love you.

Don't think we jelious cos they're thugs too,

FUCK CLASS, NO ONE IS ABOVE YOU.

No one is above greed,

No one in this country,

Is just good or just evil.

If there's a way for the poor to advance,

shit it's gonna be illegal.

And that's all I know,

And we will never be equal,

Nah we will never be equal.

This is a tale of 2 cities

Nah we will never be equal.

2sides to the story, 2sides to the city,

Tell my mamma that I'm sorry but my side isn't pretty

Tell my mamma that I'm sorry, Ima ride for the lizzy

Cos I cannot die a knitty ugh.