This song is about where I grew up and what kind of things go on in Keele.
some Mc's holdin some serious lyrical weight
wreckin krew is a group of MC's outta toronto, we're 17, jus ryhmin till we make it...the main lyricists are ruff rawks and neutral ethics.
Lyrics
I'm from Keele, Akademiks couldn't say it better
We'll take it whether we degrate the treasure or take whatever
We want or what we seem to care about
Where's the spot? MDP got the warehouse
Cuz I could spare clout, but recieve it anyways
Ethics blare out crackin dozens like the Denny eggs
I rock mini stages I write many pages
Theres plenty ways to attract cats from all places
So all faces of different races
Please ingauge in my flow that will inforce instant crazes
I'm drinkin chasers after rum in the park
Waitin for somethin to start, Wurd up it's fun in the dark
And if your guns gonna spark from another guys latitude
I'm mad at you for your phony actin attitude
I'm blastin you with styles comin from a freak poet
Your clique knows it, with this head it's hard to deep throat it
You got the least votes bitch, so take another try
I wonder why the younger guys in Humberside
Think it's cool to follow I think it's cool to have an unhollow
Fourty bottle, Ethics quick to make a shorty swallow
We're dedicated, we're set to make it, I'm out rated, your out dated, your clouts faded
I'd like to give a shot to all the thorough breads
Cuz through the whirlwinds, you never ditched me for your girlfriends
I can't beleive I'm still tight with the best
And to the Humberside hotties, my sights at your chest
So light up the sess, a life to invest
To call me nice is a stretch
We get our beats from the cypha index
Think twice with your threats
when your walkin ice with a crest
I'm dicin up heads, for a simple price of respect
Don't fight with a tech, only with a mic and a rep
Slicin your tet, Eth the MC you like on the set
So if you at the spot and you lookin for a challenger
Your days are numbered like the lables on a calander
I'm gonna scramble ya, with rhymes deep as dark secrets
The park defense joins together with the nark precinct
And try to stop us, with stop, talk and lock process
The cops nonsense is backed up by hot glocks kid
You know The Prophet, the production that I always rock with
So talk bitch and get your hands out your empty pockets
A frenzyed concience when it comes to gettin shit writ
My hits are explict, like flipped scripts by Slick Rick
I ain't a nit wit so split quick you tripped kid
For christmas I get bitch fits and guilt trips
I'm still pissed, wonerin who is in my home town
it's Neutral Ethics and I gots to get the low down
My style is profound, speakers off with no sound
Allows my accapella to throw down a pronoun
This song is dedicated to all the Mountview thorough breads-Peace to all of you
