SYM Kano

[Intro]
Suck your, suck your, suck your, mum
Suck your mum, suck your mum
Yeah I said it, suck your mum

[Chorus]
Suck your mother and die
If you think niggas just love these cuffs and riots
A million footsteps to make it here, woah, oh, oh
It ain't easy to just dry four hundred tears
Different whip, different chain, different bracelet
Different feel but we still take the same shit
Get your paper but you don't get complacent
If we don't hold each other down, we won't make it
If we don't-

[Verse 1]
That might be the hook I could retire after
Not like when Tyson sparks ya
Like twisted fire starter
I worship bars and I'll die a martyr
I got my Nikes from Pardna
I had the snidest Pradas
The O.E was selling war, that shit to the grimiest dances
Eediat tell me 'bout grime ta rahtid
Like my stripes ain't Sharpie'd
On my shoulder like I ain't a soldier in this rarse ting, crarses
Left a boy alone, forget some pussy and some plantain
'Cause of the sweet colour of our skin
They wan throw banana skins at John Barnes's
They tell us to go fuckin' back to our own country
But they won't even give us back our own countries
Every entrance to a door, has a footprint left by the ones that came before
Lets talk about the day the wind was rushed up on the shore
They promised us so much and then they left us to be poor
Need superhero capes for the stuff our mum's had to endure
Just heading to the store, no blacks, no Irish and no dogs
The system's taking course and the most powerful are fraud
They trap us in estates, won't even educate us boys
And wonder why we break the law
This ain't for the culture, it's for the connoisseur
This ain't for the club, it's for the mandem on the curb
They're tryna take away our art, how we supposed to earn?
And express what's in our heart, I beg you