[my version of council estate of mind]

blud, i got to sleep i dont have dreams i dont have nightmares
whats left to fear when the nightmare is living right here
people wanna front like their tight wit u but they dont really care
we all get tarred with the same same brush and that aint really fair
we've all got our own little hustle but some above board
i wanna do this music ting get in the studio and start to record
but unfortunatly studio time is a lot more than i can afford
so was someone lying when they said the pen was mightier than the sword
because the path to success is frought with dangers and there aint a map
dont ask strangers for help around here cos u could get jacked
its a fact that its a dog eat dog world out there and some remain strapped
some man dont and can only be identified by there name tags
and there aint nuttin new there just rude youts and crack shottas
and police wonder why we give them aggro whenever they stop us
cos lifes kinda milintant, drug addicts and street crime
nuttins equivalent to this council estate of mind


so these are lyrics for my people, stuck in the streets who
wanna get out before these rough roads defeat u
but if u got a council estate of mind they'll never beat u
hold ya head head up high and think positively i can teach u
and u can hear what i say but do u really listen
have u done anything in life to try and change ur position
or have u dismissed all i said as just a load of bullshit
go back to the ends with the mandem drive around and let off a full clip
and thats exactly wat the problem is, londons like wat compton is
its hard growing up around here, not wat u really want for kids
but ask the olders here and they wont wanna be livin here either
in a place where u are categorized as a destined under acheiver
even if u make it through school the opportunities are limited
to use your initiative get plucked from obscurity and reach the top of the pyramid
cos lifes still kinda militant
kids with guns commiting street crime
but nuttins equivalent to this council estate of mind



bless please comment thats verse 1 and 2 currently working on verse 3 :)

[Just a quik ting not finished yet but please comment]

im from the southeast side, so let me define what these streets are like

young minds are in decline tryin to get by in these meantimes

and in the meantime... politicians on the tv screen saying we gotta be vigilant in order to defeat crime

and that may seem fine, while there living in comfortable surroundings its found that round here some little kids wont even make it home for tea time

teenagers are attracted to the prospect of fast money commiting street crime

and most of them wouldnt change a thing even if they could make time rewind

money and scraping by are just a fact of having to grow up

and the police dont show love round here so why should we trust them whenever they show up

an

[a new ting]

Who's the best? come on ask... Im so sick i dont spit i throw up

Dont understand well u might when u grow up, your boys too wet so he..... cant blow up

Im gasolinish, flow is machinish, Im ahead of the whole damn globe like venus

not serena's, i squash dreamers, 30 yards out that hit goalkeepers

like sweepers, jeepers creepers, i aint convinced that ya real like jesus

im like a mobile compared to beepers but still u compare me with these fuckin eejits

im a genius and i really mean it, we're not the same like breasts and a penis

the rest of ya team is, chests is the weakest, u cant hold it down like buleimics

spit so much shit u dont even believe us, stop asking for things before u recieve it

fuck wat ur doin u aint got another life, proofs in the pudding blud come and have a slice its...

food for thought, u can have a bite but its still my turn like a double on a dice and

i take time like i stuck up a jewellers, spittin rhymes that would shut up the rumors

so hard that i'll fuck up the tumors, chemo flow, u follow like lunas

u make claims just unfounded, stop tellin... fibs u'll get grounded

nobody cares bout who u hang around wit

weakest one in the room is the loudest, give back the mic his daddy said he aint allowed it

"thats my son but im just not proud of it, he wernt deliberate, he's illegitimate, idiot thinks its cool to be illiterate"

i really dont get him still talkin bout pistol, the only thing u ever buss into is tissue

dont ask if i diss u, if the cap fits u, do wear it cos i dont give a shit who

wanna take issue, u know us, represent peace and knowledge and love

but when alls said and done, u can blame mum, she told me son fight never run

so i dont know how, the mandem all bow, cant play games wit me cos i foul

and i prowl like a predator, who could better the track wrecker the rap reckoner, messenger

serve u like federer... im so bright that i burn retinas off competitors

[some diss lyrics to some derkheads i used to know]

you dont look right holding a mic so tell me blud wats going on with ya screwface

listening to you spitting ya bars its becoming apparent to me that we have a new case

but i dont wanna be 2 faced so i'll spit this shit and mail it to you on ya homepage

because people thinking that they can spit when they cant even talk properly... this shit gets me enraged

and then i feel that i wanna engage, but not with u in conversation

so if.. conservation of your pride is something that you feel you cant really be wasting

dont grab the mic out my hand and go on like u think your too lyrically deep

cos ill rush the stage slap ya face and make u sound like the bitch that spits in misteeq

so listen blud take my advice and dont pick up the mic again

because battlin me u'll only gonna be fighting for ya life again

once i start blowing up like hydrogen u aint got a chance

i'll leave you in the darkness like i just blew out ya lights again

cos as your probably aware, any thought i happen to have spare

gets written down to help prepare for oncoming lyrical warfare

but this aint wat id call warfare cos its slightly one sided

get it right cos you man like block weed, and im something like hybrid

ive been mc-ing on road for time blud, your just a little shy kid

when beef escalates u scream ya mout of and close ya eyelids

curl up into a ball whimpering til theres nuttin but silence

sounding like that old raekwon tune screaming STOP THE VIOLENCE

lyrically i could never be outsmarted, i'll finish your spitting career before its even started

i thought i told u man, dont come into this game half arsed and half hearted

cos that means theres a rat amongst us mc's and its my job to flush u out like the departed

and you lot make me laugh, you think your a tight click

you think your close friends but in reality your just thick

so tell me which one of you lot is sucking who's dick

in fact you man dont even make me laugh because you make me feel sick

and you might end up on the sharp side of my stick

or i might beat you man with an array of metal bars and bricks

but i find that my feet and fists usually do the trick

you remind me of a bunch of little redneck hicks

running ya mout chattin about how you fuck all the boom chicks

but your wrong blud, they aint the choong ting theyre all swag

picking up allycats, town bikes and local slags

[Battle REQUESTS]

Oi murrant boh thats dizzees own lyric u chief come up with ur own shit

[PHX Allstar]

Hell yea mane you on yo shit. fuck them 15 year old bitchs comin out the suburb, talkin shit like they bout it bout it! i aint been on this site in a min but i just stopped by n seen you killin'em, keep it up mane you on some other shit.

haha u merked that guy standardly you need 16 i only need 8!!!! JHEEEZZZZ shut him down blad

[just a lil grime ting]

That was pretty good, but you should type normal. Don't type out the words in the way you say them because I had to re-read some of the parts cuz they didn't make any sense. Overall, that was some real shit man.

safe for the feedback cuz, ill type it out properly next time i put something up, safe tho star

[All u emcees r weak bruv!]

SWAG

[just a lil grime ting]

some people say im angry, some people say im vexed

but people dont understand the shit im carryin upon my chest

ders gonna be no time to rest

na no time to take a breather

cos ders gonna be no end to snakes comin in ur circle tryin 2 deceive ya

but thats just a little piece of life, so build ya bridge and get over it

sometimes life can be like climbing everest

but never give up and never be forced to quit

cos half the people just talkin shit

der jealous of ur talent

mad cos they studied in school to get the good grades that u havent

but u can keep A pluses ill stick to D minus

cos every track i touch turns into gold like i was midas