a track for the writers, producers, finding the truth, end silence cos violence is stupid,
a track for the peeps in the flats that are damn high, stop, put your tele on stand by,
a track for the soldiers who kill cos they’re soulless, and lost all their focus,
a track for the beggars on their backs, picking pennies out a sack, it’s a struggle just get a bit of crack,
Some people think that I’m paranoid,
I ain’t paranoid, I’m just trying to think cos I’m that annoyed,
So get your face out the camera boy,
Cos at this rate it’s a can of piss takes that your bagging for,
I come with a demon tongue, to freeze your lungs,
And keep you speaking dumb,
And when the beatings won, you’re defeated,
I’ll punch through the ceiling, and crumble your team of thugs,
Get eat for lunch, trust you’re the weakest bunch,
Couldn’t run a bath, set, get your feet and dust,
My means a must, rise and retreat from fuss,
Peeps bleed for fuck all in depleted slums,
So we fight for what’s right try to keep it one,
Sometimes it feels lost in the heated sun,
Speak a tough message but keep it fun,
teach our own methods till the week is done,
a track for the writers, producers, finding the truth, end silence cos violence is stupid,
a track for the peeps in the flats that are damn high, stop, put your tele on stand by,
a track for the soldiers who kill cos they’re soulless, and lost all their focus,
a track for the beggars on their backs, picking pennies out a sack, it’s a struggle just get a bit of crack,
Came on this surface, to train for a purpose,
We’re taking this earth for a circus,
This world’s full of tricks, clowns, cheats and deceit,
You believe everything when you sit down and read,
The rains full of toxins, we piss on the trees,
And the news miss the interesting bits when they speak,
Then you trust that its real, never think,
Cos it looks so convincing to see,
Its like we’re missing a beat,
Time moves twice faster, its like they put a jinx on the street,
I’m intrigued on the facts that you push in my face,
No surprise when you see that its bush in the place,
Man there’s puss on your face and your licking the content,
To stop all the terror from the pain of a bomb threat,
Object is to shock and awe,
Lots more peeps than Saddam ever counted for,
a track for the writers, producers, finding the truth, end silence cos violence is stupid,
a track for the peeps in the flats that are damn high, stop, put your tele on stand by,
a track for the soldiers who kill cos they’re soulless, and lost all their focus,
a track for the beggars on their backs, picking pennies out a sack, it’s a struggle just get a bit of crack,
Let’s get it moving a track meant for soothing your mind so relax with music,
Rap for the school kids, who lack in performance,
But blame it on cats who react but ignore them,
Fact that your forming a rank for the norm,
And the bright and intelligent and those that are poor,
Cos you’ve closed every door then you opened the law,
To impose on the road and your phone when you talk,
All the mobiles are sources to track where you walk,
Till you spark up a spliff and your back in the court,
The watchful eye of the blair legislation,
Who cotch in the sky and declare devastation,
Prepare for a demonstration, intellect is destroyed,
By the ways of the internet,
Vowed to remember the plans that they gave us,
In keeping us locked in the land they enslave us,
I'm real excited about this release!! On a Personal level I'm proud of my brother Si has finally put out a project away from PLC since he wasn't able when the group was active . I've known Si long time to see the makings of other group efforts be put on ice because of the group's commitments (pussyholes). Glad you didn't call it quits! Prolly wouldn't of ran into a talent like Dotz! Sorry dotz can't write a long ting about you like I did Si! LOL!! But just hold my man down, ya heard!! Gregory"Tha Silent Partner" Davis
