Split Prophets – Drop Of Poison Lyrics
Lyrics
Hook
- I like my town
- With a little drop of poison
- Nobody knows
- They're lining up to go insane
Datkid
- Yeah, Yo, Yo
- It's just another day without a dollar
- I'm praying out to God, but
- He ain't listening to what I'm saying when I holler
- I'm trying to do my music and be making money proper
- But I don't want to sell my soul to snakes wearing collars
- Be a victim of the industry; get raped for my honour
- Want to make it look like I'm getting famous and hotter
- I'd rather do it my own way and do it proper
- Learn to work hard 'til I'm a scholar
- Yeah, sometimes I don't live right
- I get drunk and hit guys
- Terrorise people wearing their jeans skin-tight
- Naughty by nature so at times that's how I live life
- I forget to think right then wonder why it brings fights
- But still, deep down inside, I know I should think right
- Develop my skill until it goes from big to king-size
- I hope you're prepared; I'm here without an invite
- Giving you an insight on how the fuck I live life
Hook
- I like my town
- With a little drop of poison
- Nobody knows
- They're lining up to go insane
Res
- Come check my ways, there's breys with crazed faces
- Jakies, fakes, racists, rapists, Babe [?]
- Laces make chases, chases stay hating
- Blazing days waste to tame by brain raging
- It's like we're trained to make our days wages
- Plates get scraped stainless breys will blaze vagrant
- Blades and aim flamers, taking change changes
- Fuck their wars, it's fraud to make papers
- Corpses stain pavements, courts'll frame cases
- Ought to make payments, playing the same game as
- The people stood in front of them, criminals run this country
- Men and women working under them, feels like I'm under ten
- Thousand tons of pressure so I burn the pain to nothingness
- Ain't nothing better when you're stressing, getting wet in the weather
- Depressed and letting it wreck ya
- You gotta keep your head straight, stay awake, and never let up
Hook
- I like my town
- With a little drop of poison
- Nobody knows
- They're lining up to go insane
Hi Res & Datkid
- Yo, we jam in places where there's piggies always close by
- Never keep a closed eye in case a copper roll by
- Trying to claim we stole bikes, then search us with those old lies
- You've got no lives; fuck off, piggie, go die (ha)
- Try to confiscate my weed and my spraypaint
- Take my name, age, and address to do a [?]
- Mate, it's a crazed state where the papers made many wage slates
- Save pennies, make change is my motto, cotched in the grotto with a bottle
- And a big ziggie lurking round in the shadows of sin city
- Brisk, often shitty, it's grimy, grim, gritty
- Where police show no pity for kiddies – [the kiddie's witty]
- Sick kids will stick you with shivs for six guineas
- Yeah, shit, really, but I love it, though
- Spit a bit of poison on these dirty roads, bro, then I'm running home