Klashnekoff - Jankrowville lyrics

[Intro: Klashnekoff] "Just live your life..." [Verse 1: Klashnekoff] You know the status, players hate us, the coppers chase us The capers dangerous, but like faith, forever changing Like faces, this is alpha-beta basics A burst verse, the first matrix, disperse wicked words of hatred 'Cause I've worked for the worst wages Brethrens hold a bird and go berserk in the bird cages Conniving neighbours, navigate skate like gators Scavengers and jankrows feeding off the natives Negroes stay negative, I guess that's relative It all relates to the life that where we live East maze metric where my mind stays sick From this city to the sticks there's stack of lunatics Lucy's with [?] capture youths, crews and vics To seduce chicks and you can find this where I live In Jankrowville where the streets are paved with sh** And cats getting shift on the night shift I'm swift like Mickey Super The black Russian spits slugs like German Luger, war torn Stormtrooper Making tracks as we manoeuvre Moving further through the future with a [?] full of Lucifer Yeah, you know the Saga, panorama drama, piranhas Parrow cats on contract from the Bahamas Bad man that look harmless, but inside you find they're heartless Split you like Gemini with the 9 Torahs, eyes cut like gla**es I spark the spliffs, as the fire pa** I mask it And that's how it is, you can find this where I live The East Maze where the lifts are full of sh** And pitch black skies and clouds of red mist I wrote this sh**, fury flame through my wrist For my arm brazing brew like Nigerian Guinness The cold lyricist, I bring Siberian experience Penetrate your premises, back slap a pacifist Enter the Dragon, dragon to smoking [?] So keep your eyes peeled 'cause cats conceal 9mm near their pancreas [Hook: Klashnekoff] They call it Jankrowville, the land of the vultures Filled with cobras and cold hearted soldiers Cats with [?] I'm seeing dead friend's faces on posters In Jankrowville where man k** for penny The street heavy, I seen many brethrens buried That's why i keep a 'chete and stay ever ready For all of you jankrows and bonafide fa**ies in.. [Verse 2: Klashnekoff] Jankrowville where man k** for shackles Hackney central, the place is firing with jackals