Rhyme for no reason, rave revelation
Good book & garbage both Gabrielle saved them
Can the right verse that I write, or that my mum recites, bring me back to my feet, make the pain end?
Mum’s on that chili rotation. My people die, evil eyes, trying to break em.
Praise be to god, so no credit is taken.
Always in debt to him, all that he gave us.
Still gotta beg borrow steal from these pagans.
Dad says it’s nazzar, stop making these statements.
You rep, they resent, and they thank you with hatred.
I didn’t cross seven seas for your radical tweets.
Son, move to 'burbs, get that paper.
I spy so many spies, I taste the bacon.
Got six degrees, but I’m self separated.
Riz doesn’t **** with Rizvaan, bruv, he hates him.
Code switch till I don’t know which my name is.
Always impatient, now an in-patient, NHS serving up, daal yo, we made it.
Drip on my wrist is some steroids and chemo type shit
Yeah the sickness more common in asians.
This sickness comes from self hatred.
The sickness began on a train where the bodies of babies are soaked in the blood,
from a border that cuts us in half when it’s blade hit .
Jumping down well from the rapists.
Show us your foreskin, check what his faith is.
Neighbors you played with digging your graves.
Yeah, our bodies can still keep the score, we can taste it.
My DNA knows that, they hunted me.
I’m a thread in a rug pulled from under me.
High as I fumbled these puns to my mum.
She mumbles these prays to no one, her son can see. Only he took it.
@#$#%
Once we were kings, when will we be kings?
No more salaam, Mo Salah we believe in.
Once we were kings, when will we be kings?
No more salaam, Mo Salah we believe in.
Once we were kings, when will we be kings?
No more salaam, Mo Salah we believe in.
I’m told we can live if the reds would just win.
I’m jealous. I’m late to develop my stuff.
I’m fed up, I can’t stay ahead of the rust.
They rate me for repping, but I don’t make enough.
You’re welcome, but bruv I can’t live off your love.
Now they wanna troll, say I’m not enough.
**** em. I’d get less heat dancing for bucks.
Yeah they vocal and woke, but their quality sucks.
Nobody comes for your throat like your own.
A pat on the back and a blade to the bone.
Taught there can only be one on the throne.
Cling to the crowns stead of building a home.
Bro I don’t make any money from rap.
I’ve written this fiction to make us a map.
This place for us when they send us to camps.
They tell us we’re niche, we’re niche for his lamp.
Mistook blood for trust, mistook them for us.
Tell me why’s Allah so angry with us?
I know I ****ed up, but which sin did he clock?
A slave to his will, a slave to my cock.
So believe all that you see of us in the news.
Say we might sneak up and feel up your boo.
Dilute your gene pool and steal all your food.
Same song on rotation, they wheel up the truth.
Aah vah kay baat hai.
Glass on the shop floor. Hearts all cardboard. Pakis recycled.
My face on your dartboard. Bullshit. Bullseye.
Quick little facelift. Quick little Michael.
I ****ed your mum. How the **** am I racist?
Riz is not a spaceship. I’ll rep us in stages.
Blacki then Paki then terrorist same shit.
Like cruising a ring road. Stopped all places.
Ladies he laid with, but **** can you blame him?
She likes the handcuffs, and we’re locked in cages.
Holla for models, voluptuous vapors.
All I can eat while I’m on this vacation.
All he can take before it breaks him.
*Riz's mum singing*
[00:10.278] Rhyme for no reason, rave revelation
[00:12.435] Good book & garbage both Gabrielle saved them
[00:14.830] Can the right verse that I write, or that my mum recites, bring me back to my feet, make the pain end?
[00:19.865] Mum’s on that chili rotation. My people die, evil eyes, trying to break em.
[00:23.843] Praise be to god, so no credit is taken.
[00:26.160] Always in debt to him, all that he gave us.
[00:28.446] Still gotta beg borrow steal from these pagans.
[00:31.131]
[00:33.141] Dad says it’s nazzar, stop making these statements.
[00:35.659] You rep, they resent, and they thank you with hatred.
[00:37.795] I didn’t cross seven seas for your radical tweets.
[00:40.407] Son, move to 'burbs, get that paper.
[00:42.378] I spy so many spies, I taste the bacon.
[00:44.386] Got six degrees, but I’m self separated.
[00:46.754] Riz doesn’t **** with Rizvaan, bruv, he hates him.
[00:49.198] Code switch till I don’t know which my name is.
[00:51.656]
[00:55.970] Always impatient, now an in-patient, NHS serving up, daal yo, we made it.
[01:00.458] Drip on my wrist is some steroids and chemo type shit
[01:03.214] Yeah the sickness more common in asians.
[01:05.262] This sickness comes from self hatred.
[01:07.973] The sickness began on a train where the bodies of babies are soaked in the blood,
[01:11.977] from a border that cuts us in half when it’s blade hit .
[01:14.703] Jumping down well from the rapists.
[01:16.612] Show us your foreskin, check what his faith is.
[01:18.734] Neighbors you played with digging your graves.
[01:21.129] Yeah, our bodies can still keep the score, we can taste it.
[01:23.963] My DNA knows that, they hunted me.
[01:26.071] I’m a thread in a rug pulled from under me.
[01:28.119] High as I fumbled these puns to my mum.
[01:30.666] She mumbles these prays to no one, her son can see. Only he took it.
[01:38.164] @#$#%
[01:41.519]
[01:41.667] Once we were kings, when will we be kings?
[01:43.816] No more salaam, Mo Salah we believe in.
[01:46.673] Once we were kings, when will we be kings?
[01:49.069] No more salaam, Mo Salah we believe in.
[01:51.256] Once we were kings, when will we be kings?
[01:53.508] No more salaam, Mo Salah we believe in.
[01:55.899] I’m told we can live if the reds would just win.
[01:58.864]
[01:59.980] I’m jealous. I’m late to develop my stuff.
[02:02.093] I’m fed up, I can’t stay ahead of the rust.
[02:04.598] They rate me for repping, but I don’t make enough.
[02:06.533] You’re welcome, but bruv I can’t live off your love.
[02:08.916] Now they wanna troll, say I’m not enough.
[02:11.241] **** em. I’d get less heat dancing for bucks.
[02:13.810] Yeah they vocal and woke, but their quality sucks.
[02:15.863]
[02:16.058] Nobody comes for your throat like your own.
[02:18.250] A pat on the back and a blade to the bone.
[02:20.506] Taught there can only be one on the throne.
[02:22.783] Cling to the crowns stead of building a home.
[02:25.009] Bro I don’t make any money from rap.
[02:27.261] I’ve written this fiction to make us a map.
[02:29.592] This place for us when they send us to camps.
[02:31.852] They tell us we’re niche, we’re niche for his lamp.
[02:34.145] Mistook blood for trust, mistook them for us.
[02:36.452] Tell me why’s Allah so angry with us?
[02:38.757] I know I ****ed up, but which sin did he clock?
[02:40.955] A slave to his will, a slave to my cock.
[02:43.265] So believe all that you see of us in the news.
[02:45.616] Say we might sneak up and feel up your boo.
[02:47.843] Dilute your gene pool and steal all your food.
[02:50.136] Same song on rotation, they wheel up the truth.
[02:52.112]
[02:52.695] Aah vah kay baat hai.
[02:53.897] Glass on the shop floor. Hearts all cardboard. Pakis recycled.
[02:57.406] My face on your dartboard. Bullshit. Bullseye.
[02:59.758] Quick little facelift. Quick little Michael.
[03:01.860] I ****ed your mum. How the **** am I racist?
[03:04.026] Riz is not a spaceship. I’ll rep us in stages.
[03:06.392] Blacki then Paki then terrorist same shit.
[03:08.627] Like cruising a ring road. Stopped all places.
[03:10.987] Ladies he laid with, but **** can you blame him?
[03:13.402] She likes the handcuffs, and we’re locked in cages.
[03:15.488] Holla for models, voluptuous vapors.
[03:17.711] All I can eat while I’m on this vacation.
[03:20.057] All he can take before it breaks him.
[03:22.110]
[03:23.332] *Riz's mum singing*
[03:37.572]