Split Prophets - The Mo lyrics

(Verse One – Res One) Remember black Kappa's with the hat backwards Or tracksuits tucked into Max's or strap Cla**ics Back before I knew that crack would attract addicts And the needles we found in the sand would pack damage I remember Bedminster being the mad pa**age From East End to North Street I saw scenes I never fully understand then But see we transcend from little man to mandem Your eye span widens and wizens to your surroundings From snakes and ladders to snakes and blaggers Where age is added up and cars to pay for packets Rizla and crates are pa**ing The station we're sat in, til we hit the paint and waving patterns It was skating in the day then later i'm graffing, rapping, blazing and scrapping Then back to the park, Dame Emily essentially the centre piece heart Of where we grew, moved, repped it and marked except from the start This one's for the fam of the yard, know who you are (Hook) Yo it's D-E-A-N L-A-N-E Rep til the end From the hardcore skaters, the painters and friends To the little scally wags on the raise in the blend Yo it's D-E-A-N L-A-N-E Rep til the end From the burnt out two strokes, the blokes with the pens To the crack addicts damaged trying to make it to ten (Verse 2 – Upfront MC) Yo I was raised in The Mo Full of bagheads all raising for dough We used to run around the streets late evading patrol Blazing a spliff, causing a scene Cause we had nout else better to do if you know what I mean So we'd go to the Dean Could almost guarantee some sort of sh** going down But it's all part of the package, if you know the sound Hold your hands in the sky and say Dean Lane The park we grew up in and lived in through our teenage years Hopping on and off of rooftops on a weekdays Here's an introduction to the place we rep and each place clear Yeah, some of the jokest sh** I've ever seen Some things that I'll never forget Some things that I wish that I didn't see Literally this place is where we started our whole show And I'm gonna rep the bits until the whole world knows of our postcode Skaters, kiddies kicking a ball around the court Drinking beers, dreaming ‘bout papers Crackheads in the park choking on vapours Lose your money like Vegas if you gamble And get caught making wrong moves around your neighbours (Hook)