paroles de chanson Has It Come to This? (High Contrast Remix) - The Streets

Has it come to this
Oh, oh oh oh
Original pirate material
You′re listenin' to The Streets
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Make yourself at home
We got Diesel or some of that home grown
Sit back in your throne
Turn off your phone cause this is our zone
Videos, televisions
64s, PlayStations
Web henry with precision
Few herbs and a bit of Benson
But don′t forget the Rizla
Lean like the Tower Of Piza
These are...
A ways a...
And this is a day in the life of a geezer

For this ain't a club track
Pull out your sack and sit back
Whether you white or black
Smoke weed, chase brown or toot rock
We're on a mission
Support the cause, sign a petition
Summon all your wisdom
The music′s a gift from the man on high
The Lord and his children

Trip or team of your rudeboys
Come rain or snow the boodah flows
You don′t know
Stand on the corner
Watch the show cause life moves slow
Sort your shit out and then roll
Sex, drugs and on the dole
Some men rise, some men fall
I hear you call
Stand tall now

Has it come to this
Oh, oh oh oh
Original pirate material
You're listenin′ to The Streets
Lock down your aerial x2

I'm just spittin′
Think I'm ghetto, stop dreaming
My data′s streaming
I'm givin your bird them feelings
Touch your toes then touch the ceiling
We walk the tight rope of streed cred
Keep my dogs fed
All jungle, all garage heads
Gold teeth, Valentinos and dreads now
Verbally slapped up, physically tip top
Spinally ripped up
I do the science on my laptop
And get my boys mashed up

You're listening to The Streets
You′ll bear witness to some amazing feats
Bravery in the face of defeat
All line up and grab your seat
Cos Tony′s got a new motor
SR Nova
Drivin like a joyrider
Speeding to the corner
Your mother warned you to sound system banger

Has it come to this
Oh, oh oh oh
Original pirate material
You're listenin′ to The Streets
Lock down your aerial x2

My underground train runs from Mile End to Ealing
From Brixton to Bounds Green
My spittin's dirty
My beats are clean
So smoke weed and be lean

I step out my yard through the streets
In the dead heat
All I got′s my spirit and my beats
I play fair don't cheat
And keep the gangsters sweet
Turn the page
Don′t rip it out at your rage
Move to the next stage
Lock the rage inside the cage
Like SK, it's a new day
But don't take the shortcut through the subway
Its pay or play
These geeers walk the gangway
Deep-seated urban decay
Deep-seated urban decay
Rip down posters alight from last week′s big garage night
And the next Tyson fight
I cook ′em at 90 degrees farenheit
And don't copy the copyright
I got ′em in my sights
Blinded with the lights
Taken to dizzy new heights
Blinded with the lights
Blinded with the lights
Dizzy new heights

Has it come to this
Oh, oh oh oh
Original pirate material
You're listenin′ to The Streets
Lock down your aerial x2