Gaika Crown Key Lyrics
Crown & Key by GAIKA
[Verse 1]
God save the roadmen, goons, and thugs
And the youths beggin' boots
Get their racks from drugs
Oh, and angels holdin' stocks for your blud
'Cause London City isn't built on God
No, no, no, me lost and dead
Choppers with the coppers
Man, we show no love
No, no, no, all love can give us
Na na na, na na na, na na na
[Hook]
When I bounce through
Salute for the king
Raise an arsenal
'Cause we strip everything
Every crown and key
Every bloodclut ting
Every crown and key
Every bloodclut ting
[Hook]
When I bounce through
Salute for the king
Raise an arsenal
'Cause we strip everything
Every crown and key
Every bloodclut ting
Every crown and key
Every bloodclut ting
[Verse 2]
It's coke money, joke money, black's another trap
All these motherfuckers just smite all your men
Oh, you talk so, oh, you talk too much
There's more to your vision, made a prison of them niggas
Understand, man, I'm swingin' with the killers
Fuck [?] and magazine fillers
Guerilla warfare, you can ask Mr. Skinner
Been southside, swimmin' with the drillers
Iceberg and paddlin' [?]
I'm in this for the immigrants, I'm runnin' up the [?]
I'm in this for the [?] putting bleach in your liver
[Chorus]
Animal bodies in your street
Your mother's tears in the hard concrete
Burn your guillotine, burn your guillotine
Animal bodies in your street
Your mother's tears in the hard concrete
Burn your guillotine, burn your guillotine
Animal bodies in the street
Your mother's tears in the hard concrete
Burn your guillotine, burn your guillotine
[Verse 3]
[?] with that sickle [?]
Fickle but [?] digs, bitch, I'm in it for the dope
Greed put her thirst on the wannabes
[?] murky [?]
No, no, no, not my level, not my lane, not closer
No, no, no, throwin' shade at the shadows in the gold
I'm a south London man, don't you know?
Nothing like [?] when the bodies hit the floor
[Chorus]
Animal bodies in your street
Your mother's tears in the hard concrete
Burn your guillotine, burn your guillotine
Animal bodies in your street
Your mother's tears in the hard concrete
Burn your guillotine, burn your guillotine
Animal bodies in the street
Your mother's tears in the hard concrete
Burn your guillotine, burn your guillotine
[Outro]
So, we shout it to the ground
They been fuckin' up the place for the dollars and pound
And ill gotten gains, we suffer and drown
But wait for love if you're down
'Cause we're in the streets where the banners dem found
Every ghetto youth must take back him crown
Just ride if you're down, this fight is right now
God save the roadmen, goons, and thugs
And the youths beggin' boots
Get their racks from drugs
Oh, and angels holdin' stocks for your blud
'Cause London City isn't built on God
No, no, no, me lost and dead
Choppers with the coppers
Man, we show no love
No, no, no, all love can give us
Na na na, na na na, na na na
[Hook]
When I bounce through
Salute for the king
Raise an arsenal
'Cause we strip everything
Every crown and key
Every bloodclut ting
Every crown and key
Every bloodclut ting
[Hook]
When I bounce through
Salute for the king
Raise an arsenal
'Cause we strip everything
Every crown and key
Every bloodclut ting
Every crown and key
Every bloodclut ting
[Verse 2]
It's coke money, joke money, black's another trap
All these motherfuckers just smite all your men
Oh, you talk so, oh, you talk too much
There's more to your vision, made a prison of them niggas
Understand, man, I'm swingin' with the killers
Fuck [?] and magazine fillers
Guerilla warfare, you can ask Mr. Skinner
Been southside, swimmin' with the drillers
Iceberg and paddlin' [?]
I'm in this for the immigrants, I'm runnin' up the [?]
I'm in this for the [?] putting bleach in your liver
[Chorus]
Animal bodies in your street
Your mother's tears in the hard concrete
Burn your guillotine, burn your guillotine
Animal bodies in your street
Your mother's tears in the hard concrete
Burn your guillotine, burn your guillotine
Animal bodies in the street
Your mother's tears in the hard concrete
Burn your guillotine, burn your guillotine
[Verse 3]
[?] with that sickle [?]
Fickle but [?] digs, bitch, I'm in it for the dope
Greed put her thirst on the wannabes
[?] murky [?]
No, no, no, not my level, not my lane, not closer
No, no, no, throwin' shade at the shadows in the gold
I'm a south London man, don't you know?
Nothing like [?] when the bodies hit the floor
[Chorus]
Animal bodies in your street
Your mother's tears in the hard concrete
Burn your guillotine, burn your guillotine
Animal bodies in your street
Your mother's tears in the hard concrete
Burn your guillotine, burn your guillotine
Animal bodies in the street
Your mother's tears in the hard concrete
Burn your guillotine, burn your guillotine
[Outro]
So, we shout it to the ground
They been fuckin' up the place for the dollars and pound
And ill gotten gains, we suffer and drown
But wait for love if you're down
'Cause we're in the streets where the banners dem found
Every ghetto youth must take back him crown
Just ride if you're down, this fight is right now