Swet Shop Boys - Phone Tap lyrics

[Intro: Heems] SSB sh**, Redinho, Riz MC, Heemy Heemy, Swet Shop Boys [Verse 1: Heems] Heemy Heemy I'm Queens born and bred But Brooklyn where I make my bread and Long island where I make my bed though New York where I lay my head yo f** around and play you dead Because we don't really play too fair yo You not there when you say you there Bro you not there where they pay you there Trying to give Shivani a stack for Rahki I'm at the crib and I'm watching Rocky Momma on the phone and she yelling it's Vaisakhi Hit the gurdwara where the saag is sloppy His family from India but Riz Pakistani My family from Pakistan I'm Hindu-Punjabi Where we come from it's just fields of poppies That get processed, packaged, shipped to papi [Verse 2: Riz MC] I know they're tapping up my camera phone I hear weird noises when mans at home I hold down a high standard but I stand alone Mispronounce my name but not my dough It's not a cannelloni Rizzy like the brown Eddie Snowden sh** is getting scary if you got a teddy: Hold him Rizzy speaks like Wikileaks investigations Spit paan like it's Panama papers Whether out in Kingsbury Or down in Queens Jamaica I'm out at Heemy's temple like: "Yo Let me meet your maker" We're the same cuz Jedi, Jew or Hindu Sikh From East African plains like guji refugees SSB for my youth then to breath Let's get free, let's get truth Who's next to move sh** Who me? I do it for my nephew and my naani My dough sweet like peshwari But my beef like Afghani [Outro: Heems & Riz MC] Rizzy they got our phone tapped What the hell we finna do? Oi meet me round Pak Punjab Deli around two Yo they infiltrate the mosque Tap the phones the boys in blue And the FBI sting trying to poison up the youth The youth? It's entrapment They tap us like we're trapping Pakistani with a pact they Trap us like we packing If your skin's tan they'll shift man so no slacking Gatwick out to Staten Chattanooga out to Chatham They put the alphabet boys on our case NSA, CIA, want to put us in our place Pull up in a Wraith in the mirror it's the jakes No new friends in case they're undercover snakes Stares on the plane, guess it's just another day Skrrt FBI, TSA a high speed chase I can't breath, call me Elon, I need space I got expensive tastes, pa**ports in the safe [Outro, Riz's Mom and Dad?] Mum: Yeah, keep swearing, keep swearing! I've prohibited you, haven't I? You said it in Four Lions, and now you're saying it in your rapping as well. Stop swearing and write a song about your mom Dad: Who knows what kinds of things he's listening to. Listen to your 2Pac, listen to your West Side. Listen to them and learn something. Look after yourself, goodbye. Don't miss namaz, ok? Be a good man, alright? Good lad, ok, goodbye