Jankrowville
[Intro: Klashnekoff]
"Just live your life..."
[Verse 1: Klashnekoff]
You know the status, players hate us, the coppers chase us
The capers dangerous, but like faith, forever changing
Like faces, this is alpha-beta basics
A burst verse, the first matrix, disperse wicked words of hatred
'Cause I've worked for the worst wages
Brethrens hold a bird and go berserk in the bird cages
Conniving neighbours, navigate skate like gators
Scavengers and jankrows feeding off the natives
Negroes stay negative, I guess that's relative
It all relates to the life that where we live
East maze metric where my mind stays sick
From this city to the sticks there's stack of lunatics
Lucy's with [?], cats who use crucifix to seduce chicks
And you can find this where I live
In Jankrowville where the streets are paved with shit
And cats getting shift on the night shift
I'm swift like Mickey Super
The black Russian spits slugs like German Luger, war torn Stormtrooper
Making tracks as we manoeuvre
Moving further through the future with a [?] full of Lucifer
Yeah, you know the Saga, panorama drama, piranhas
Parrow cats on contract from the Bahamas
Bad man that look harmless, but inside you find they're heartless
Split you like Gemini with the 9 Torahs, eyes cut like glasses
I spark the spliffs, as the fire pass I mask it
And that's how it is, you can find this where I live
The East Maze where the lifts are full of shit
And pitch black skies and clouds of red mist
I wrote this shit, fury flame through my wrist
For my arm brazing brew like Nigerian Guinness
The cold lyricist, I bring Siberian experience
Penetrate your premises, back slap a pacifist
Enter the Dragon, dragon to smoking [?]
So keep your eyes peeled 'cause cats conceal 9mm near their pancreas
[Hook: Klashnekoff]
They call it Jankrowville, the land of the vultures
Filled with cobras and cold hearted soldiers
Cats with [?]
I'm seeing dead friend's faces on posters
In Jankrowville where man kill for penny
The street heavy, I seen many brethrens buried
That's why i keep a 'chete and stay ever ready
For all of you jankrows and bonafide fassies in..
[Verse 2: Klashnekoff]
Jankrowville where man kill for shackles
Hackney central, the place is firing with jackals
"Just live your life..."
[Verse 1: Klashnekoff]
You know the status, players hate us, the coppers chase us
The capers dangerous, but like faith, forever changing
Like faces, this is alpha-beta basics
A burst verse, the first matrix, disperse wicked words of hatred
'Cause I've worked for the worst wages
Brethrens hold a bird and go berserk in the bird cages
Conniving neighbours, navigate skate like gators
Scavengers and jankrows feeding off the natives
Negroes stay negative, I guess that's relative
It all relates to the life that where we live
East maze metric where my mind stays sick
From this city to the sticks there's stack of lunatics
Lucy's with [?], cats who use crucifix to seduce chicks
And you can find this where I live
In Jankrowville where the streets are paved with shit
And cats getting shift on the night shift
I'm swift like Mickey Super
The black Russian spits slugs like German Luger, war torn Stormtrooper
Making tracks as we manoeuvre
Moving further through the future with a [?] full of Lucifer
Yeah, you know the Saga, panorama drama, piranhas
Parrow cats on contract from the Bahamas
Bad man that look harmless, but inside you find they're heartless
Split you like Gemini with the 9 Torahs, eyes cut like glasses
I spark the spliffs, as the fire pass I mask it
And that's how it is, you can find this where I live
The East Maze where the lifts are full of shit
And pitch black skies and clouds of red mist
I wrote this shit, fury flame through my wrist
For my arm brazing brew like Nigerian Guinness
The cold lyricist, I bring Siberian experience
Penetrate your premises, back slap a pacifist
Enter the Dragon, dragon to smoking [?]
So keep your eyes peeled 'cause cats conceal 9mm near their pancreas
[Hook: Klashnekoff]
They call it Jankrowville, the land of the vultures
Filled with cobras and cold hearted soldiers
Cats with [?]
I'm seeing dead friend's faces on posters
In Jankrowville where man kill for penny
The street heavy, I seen many brethrens buried
That's why i keep a 'chete and stay ever ready
For all of you jankrows and bonafide fassies in..
[Verse 2: Klashnekoff]
Jankrowville where man kill for shackles
Hackney central, the place is firing with jackals