Good Youtes Walk Amongst Evil - Kano

Live and direct from the belly of the beast

Where we pour out Henny for deceased

Numbers don’t lie, give a penny for the guy

But they won’t give a penny to the streets

on repeat, their teens

Privileged kids got a semi in their jeans

These kids got a semi in their jeans

Mad to believe, this what our streets have come to

Warfare with nowhere to run through

But all this can’t still love you

That’s why I stay with a quick 16 on me

Nobody can take these 16's from me

Make my paper and tuck that properly

Pay my taxes and fuck those bobby’s

Trust nobody

I ain’t meeting no suits in lobbies

I ain’t smoking no zoots with donny

I ain’t handing out man no brollies

When I rain on all of these wally’s

Bare bodies

You could have a bear’s body, don’t dare cross me

Life of a lyricist in the times that we’re living in

Gotta speak mind of the biggest things

Shine is irrelevant, the grind is imperative

Gotta put pride over millions

Stride what the vision is, never lie to the listeners

No hype on the innocent

And when the pie is a billion, slice it and divvy it

That’s my life in lyrics (Everyday)

Pile up figures (Everyday)

Work so hard (Everyday)

We’re dying for a living (Everyday)

For clothes and the cars (Everyday)

Welcome to my city (Every weekend, yeah)

Say it loud

Word to the brother brown

Better know I’m black and I’m proud

If we’re talking 'bout P’s better know I’m mashing it down

Without bagging ounce

Rappers always thinking that the top looks better down

But the top looks better crowned, Kings and Queens of this shit

Man books reading for this

Good youts walk amongst evil and win

Man lights up a regis for him, better squeeze one from him (Brah)

Squeeze one again (Brah), squeeze one for Ace

Squeeze one for Stormin, soldiers that sing with the pen

Real spitters like us bleed through the ink

Man lack guidance

Man hurt my man, just now run up on my man

Point on dialogue, just backed out and start firing

The ends is wylin', the feds try silence

But we ain’t shucking and jiving

Master of ceremonies

If it wasn’t for the mic of the miccy’s, man would have really sold keys

Cah man and man know hella Tony’s

We only respect that man if he never told on a cody

The ends so sticky (Everyday)

On my nan’s road (Everyday)

They fire 4 fizzy’s (Everyday)

One day she opened the door (Everyday)

To empty shells on the floor (Everyday)

Welcome to my city (Every weekend, yeah)

Black tie (Everyday)

Trouser crease (Everyday)

Another funeral (Everyday)

Another rest in peace (Everyday)

Another judge gives out 20 (Everyday)

Welcome to my city (Every weekend, yeah)

Now the brothers moving so divided

We used to link up at McD’s, alie Reg?

Pie and ice cream

Convoy to Ray’s without no licence

I flow the nicest

Light up mic, they wind down, but I digress

Slave to my morals

But when you got no faith in the system, hungry today, fuck tomorrow

Why would you listen to bigger my AMG and not 180 G’s

Raise some hell, buy some YSL

Do for self

(To survive in this world)

(Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday)

(Everyday, every weekend, yeah)

Welcome to my city man

(Everyday) East side shit

(Everyday) The shit we go through every single day

(Everyday) And to the ones knee deep in it, I can’t blame you for this shit,

the games fucking rigged, but something’s gotta give

(Everyday) 'Cause something’s got to give, what the fuck happened to Newham man?

(Everyday) We gotta rewrite the ending to this shit

(Everyday) It’s too many lives now

(Every weekend, yeah) Too many lives now man

Well lets talk about it

Lets talk about it