Lyrics Bazooka's Theme - PNC

No brother, one mother, no dad
One gran and we stayed at her pad
Down in Palmy, Havelock Ave, round Highbury
That's in the 90's, she was born in the 20's
Grandad had passed back in the 80's
I remember him talking bout the 40's
Pointing at a scar with a schrapnel was in his leg
One of the few snapshots of him in my head
Mum loved grateful dancing bumping
Guess I used to ride to it when I was in her stomach
Maybe I would write my silence in the womb
Now i spaz out like im writing on the shroomz
And again that hype, I'm just fighting for some room
Pulled back, now going foward go sonic boom
Fell down, now moved up quick blade kick
Same old game shit, another day another round fought

Fans tell us they put us on the pedestal
Its the realest my jealous fellas and fellas
The bullshit regel us
Im getting my lettuce in any town you heard of
Bags under my eyes, hide behing roberto cavali
Let a Bob Marley, earned but, only job i heard of said murder
Only Jehova i know said money cash
Ho's that cut blow in the kitchen
So no religion
But my affliction harrass like a full blown crack addiction
I do it with passion, with who i can
And at times I fucking hate it but its who I am
A junkie, to that maching gun funk
And i rap like an M16 on the track, bbbblakkk
Matter of fact bring it back
Like an M16 on the track, bbbblakkk