Reveal – West London Lyrics
Lyrics
Verse 1
- West London post code, E Road my local
- Stone cold, blow ‘Dro on road, fuck Po-Po
- Ain’t nothing they can tell us in our zones bro
- ‘Cos from the paint on the pavements
- To estate railings we own road
- Fuck the Metropolitan police
- Fuck every single undercover and every officer on the beat
- Always watch me when I’m bopping on the street
- But the streets are our property
- So we tell the feds that THEY lack authority
- It’s not just me fam, my whole zones the same
- From Lisson Green to E Road
- We know the game
- Like we wrote it
- Street author, Poisonous Poet
- Go against the West and end up in the canal where the boats is
- I really ain’t trying to boast or promote this
- ‘But I spit reality, so it’s best that you know that this ain’t just show biz
- West London full of hood dwellers
- Middle-East mafia, White gangsters and Black Goodfellas
- Me, I’m Gully and Irani
- But I’m having talks with next man to expand to a Gully Army
- And I ain’t quitting ‘til the ends say
- Revs held it up for West, like the bridge under the Westway
Chorus
- Yeah, it’s just a West London street thing
- Yeah, it’s a Gully and Irani thing
- Yeah, these streets keep me breathing
- West London’s where I’m from
- And I’m not leaving
- (x 2)
Verse 2
- So what’s the moral of the story
- Heard you sent bredders to bottle and bore me
- But I survived with nothing more than four scuffed knuckles and torn jeans
- Ready for war? You’re not ready for war G
- Trust me, Iprobably been through more Fuckery than you when I was Fourteen
- Certain bredders can;t hack it when there’s static on their radar
- Me I don’t panic, I just remain calm
- Keep my eyes open, I know exactly where the snakes are
- Keep my mind focused, I know exactly who the fakes are
- Certain man don’t know how deep it is
- And roll with no allegiances
- But I can smell the beef as if the meat was fresh
- I know exactly where I stand and exactly who my peoples is
- Airtight like shrink wrapped plastic, thats how we keep the shit
- Now peep the shit, your click lack leadership
- A bunch of pricks talking that click clack heater shit
- ‘Til they seen what them big bad heaters did
- Shit fam , you changed your feelings quick, recognize who you dealing with
- Gully army is something different
- We represent the third world living in Britain
- Not trying to fit in
- We Irani, Iraqi, Maghrebi, Messri and Lobnany
- Felestiny, Somali, Nigerian, Kurdistani
- Eritrean, Albani, Bengali and Pakistani
- I plot with a couple Cockneys and spar with a couple Yardies
- We bringing a hundred armed teens
- We bringing a Gully Army
Chorus
- Yeah, it’s just a West London street thing
- Yeah, it’s a Gully and Irani thing
- Yeah, these streets keep me breathing
- West London’s where I’m from
- And I’m not leaving
- (x 2)