Jankrowville - Klashnekoff, Kyza

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 dicks, cats who use crucifix to seduce chicks

And you can find this where I live

In Jankrowville where the streets are paved with shit

And cats getting shivved 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 to the future with a bucky for the 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 Taurus, eyes cut like glasses

I spark the spliffs, as the fives pass 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 piss

And pitch black skies and clouds of red mist

I wrote this shit, fury flying through my fist

For my hombres that brew like Nigerian Guinness

The cold lyricist, I bring Siberian experience

Penetrate your premises, back slap a pacifist

Enter the Dragon, dragon to smoking cannabis

So keep your eyes peeled 'cause cats conceal 9 mm near their pancreas

They call it Jankrowville, the land of the vultures

Filled with cobras and cold hearted soldiers

Cats with pokers, pussyholes and posers

I’m seeing dead friend’s faces on posters

In Jankrowville where man kill for penny

The city’s heavy, I seen many brethrens buried

That’s why i keep a 'chete and stay ever ready

For all of you jankrows and bonafide fassies in.

Jankrowville where man kill for sheckles

Hackney central, the place is firing with jackals

Brothers who peddle pebbles getting rubbed in their rentals

Its heavy mental, many man mask their metal

My peeps penitential, trapped in patterns or circles

Might catch-22 up in your verbals, I strap herbals

Staying vigilant at venues

Gets Nagasak- when man attack like Manchus

But mans still confused, convicts shotting food

Plotting to make a move and get the fuck out the manor

Kidnap my son and make her run for the border

Its manslaughter, wicked like water torture

This one’s dedicated to my peeps living marga

Who bun the Nahka to escape the palaver

Strap on your armour, other sharks on the corner

Capable of killing you in ways you can’t imagine

It all happens — What?

— It all happens!

Get caught napping catch a quick cap and stabbing

From a backstabbing that’s why mi nah beg friend

Ah them nah like we and we nah like them!