Klashnekoff
Our Time
Shout to my n***a Rapid

[Verse 1]
Yo, fuck the long talk
Life too short
Get caught short
Find your body outlined in chalk
Mind how you walk
There's chickenbait bods
Meatwagons filled with pork
Looking to transport your arse to court
For half a quartz
You're getting scorched like torch
Burners being bought on import
Missions get abort
Feds waiting at the airport
CID, armed force, Inspector Morse
Who swore on his life that he'd take back your corpse
For sending coppers to the morgues
Shotting green from abroad
Importing weed, horse? and repro-fraud
For four years they've been scanning
Planning the operation
Patiently waiting for you to get brazen
Catch you in your crib when your calm and sedated
At half five, you sleep, your yard get raided
Goods get confiscated, crops of green get cremated
Breys stripped to the basics
Incarcerated with racist scarfaces
Tell gory stories of wars and past capers
Puff, puff, pass the vapours
Spliff wrapped in papers
It's dangerous, but keep your head high like Mr. Vegas
These days are venomous
Who can I trust?
When man's getting snuffed
Over twenty-five bucks
While the witness walk by with their eyes wide shut
It's all fucked
Everynight I cry blood and send one love to George Bush
Mug sealed with a slug from the shadows

(Hook)
Coppers cock back the carbine
It's hard times but it's our time
So when times hard keep that in mind
It's a rocky road
How we cope
Only God knows
Walking a thin line between love and hate like a tightrope

Shadow, code name the black Russian
Rupture production bus' ya head like percussion
Brudda you must be buzzin'
Fassyhole whats your malfunction?
With your forked tounge and plastic smile like Al Johnson
My word's bond, women respond like I'm Pierce Brosnan
Pouring me fine white wine mixed with poison
Planning and plotting my downfall with the boysdem
But little did they know I'm incognito up in Croyden
With two buff beanies
One was from Croatia, the other was half-Asian
Whose dad came from Jamaica
She made the wickedest rice and peas you ever taste - uh
But that's a next chapter
Sagas of Klashnekoff the never ending saga
Parrow Picasso when I put pen to paper
The psychopathic painter paintin' pictures with a razor
Gazing at Alpha-Beta from my highrise skyscraper
In the East Maze Fantasia
Where man will erase ya
And digital dan-daddas come strapped with a laser
Like Quasar
Feel myself drifting like J-Star
While downloading data from my web of deciet
Baggin' up my weed, while weighin' up my options
Red fibre optics from cocktail concoctions
Twisted like contortion or coppers up in Hoxton
Who had certain black yutes on road shottin' rocks for them
You think I've forgotten?
Fuck Sir Paul Condon, your whole force is rotten!

YOU CUNT!

(Hook)
Coppers cock back the carbine
It's hard times but it's our time
So when times hard keep that in mind
It's a rocky road
How we cope
Only God knows
Walking a thin line between love and hate like a tightrope