Chester P - Urban Jackanory lyrics
Mr. storyteller, yes, tell us a story, please … (Verse 1) I am on the underground sitting with a slim shot Run up in the Queensway and rob off at the King's Cross Then escape to the Temple where the heist gets stashed Then I make a dash quick for the Knightsbridge Cross the bridge then the military surface So I make a break for the Piccadilly Circus To see a girl they employ on the tightrope In the slight hope she might know where to lie low She sent me off to the Angel on a Blackhorse Where the Mile Ends she led me to a trapdoor And then she tapped more sonnet in a sk**ed trend When it opened up she led me off into Willesden Through the razor sharp think it's called bear cuts Bumped into Sloane so me and Sloane Squared up But it was unfair because Sloane had the hammer ready So I disappeared knowing that the Cannonburys I escaped with my life shackled Then I met the Black Friars who hid me in a White Chapel Then they led me to a hideout in a Lime House In a room for a week with the blinds down Then I am back on these streets that never missed us Linked Shadwell to take me to his Seven Sisters And to tell them I'll be selling them a parcel And not to bother offering the Elephant and Castle We done the deal in the park by the Royal Oak As a Monument, we're dealing with some loyal folk They took my word for a case full of currency Then I head south to purchase some Surrey Quays But as I left police in their war paints Jumped on me quick their sisters they're all saints They won't snitch on me was my first thought As I got sentenced to d**h up in Earl's Court (Chorus) A lot of rappers and their bars just bore me Please mr storyteller tell us all a story Please mr storyteller tell us all a story Please mr storyteller tell us all a story A lot of rappers and their bars just bore me Please mr storyteller tell us all a story Please mr storyteller tell us all a story Please mr storyteller tell us all a tale Ok, ok… (Verse 2) King Luna escaped from Bermuda Triangle shooters in the clouds made it viable To carry out fire war hack by a bally scout Droids with their lasers out stunned by a phaser mouth Smart bomb Jet pack stashed in the armstrong Neutron shocks for the droids in the star com Proton blaze for the guards in the courtyard Jet pack fail - that's across to the store cars Luna made a run for the door to the war mast Nerve gas blast put an end to their forecast Outlaw spacecraft – violate the territories Luna broke free to escape to his destiny Sentinels got the alert and corresponded Far too late - King Luna's absconded Cyclops cops and the top bounty hunters Gathered in their numbers Lurked in the thunder And searched to the ends of the world And couldn't find him Luna had escaped to an underwater island Built like Atlantis uncharted waters Lived with his people and raised two daughters Planetary police never did stop searching Media and journalists never stopped cursing Five years pa**ed and it all gets nervous Coz Luna gets an itch to return to the surface Sets off in a soft pod for the dry land And as soon as he arrived he was stopped for an eye-scan Battle breaks out King Luna lost gravity Fatality he retreats in the anarchy d**h's by his side as he runs to his family d**h of the king was the first of their tragedies Next thing they knew sub droids were on top of them Luna never knew it but the droids must have followed him Oh that's a good story, that's a wicked story, love that story, thank you Mr Storyteller…