THE STREETS – HAS IT COME TO THIS

Lyrics

Has it come to this? (oh, oh, oh, oh)
original pirate material
you're listening to The Streets
Lock down your aerial
has it come to this? (oh, oh, oh, oh)
original pirate material
you're listening to The Streets
Lock down your aerial
yo
make yourself at home
we got diesel or some of that home-grown
sit back in your thrown
turn off oyur phone
'cos this is our zone
videos, televisions, 64's, playstations,
?webhenry? with precision
a few herbs and a bit of Benson
but don't forget the Rizla
lean like thet Tower of Pisa
these are, our ways yeah
and this is a day in the life of a geezer
for this ain't a club track
pull out your sack and sit back
whether you're white or black,
smoke weed, chase bown or toot rock
we're on a mission
support the cause, sign a petition
summon all your wisdom
the music's a gift from the man on high, the lord and his children
triple team here of rude boys
come rain or snow, the buddha flows
you don't know?
stand on the corner, watch the show, 'cos life moves slow
sort your shit out then roll
sex, drugs and on the dole
some men rise, some men fall
I hear your call, stand tall now
has it come to this? (oh, oh, oh, oh)
original pirate material
you're listening to The Streets
Lock down your aerial
has it come to this? (oh, oh, oh, oh)
original pirate material
you're listening to The Streets
Lock down your aerial
I'm just spitting
think I'm ghetto? Stop dreaming
my data's streaming
I'm giving your them feelings
touch your toes and touch the ceiling
we walk the tight-rope of street-cred
keep my dogs fed
all jungle, all garage heads
gold teeth, valentinos and dreads now
we were verbally slapped-up
physically ripped-up
I do the science on my lap-top
and I get my boys mashed up
you're listening to The Streets
you'll bear witness to some amazing feats
bravery in the face of defeat
all line up and grab your seat
'cos Tony's got a new motor, SR Nova
driving like a joy-rider
speeding to the corner
your mother warned ya, it's a sound-sysytem banger
has it come to this? (oh, oh, oh, oh)
original pirate material
you're listening to The Streets
Lock down your aerial
has it come to this? (oh, oh, oh, oh)
original pirate material
you're listening to The Streets
Lock down your aerial
my underground train runs from Brixton to Boundsgreen
my spitting's dirty and my beats are clean
so smoke weed and be lean
I step out my yard through the streets
in the dead heat all I've got is my spirit and my beats
I play fair, don't cheat
and keep the gangsters sweet
turn the page
don't rip it out at your age
move to the next stage
lock the rage inside the cage
like SK, it's a new day
but don't take the shortcut through the sub-way
it's pay or play, these geezers walk the gangway
deep-seeded urban decay, deep-seeded urban decay, deep-seeded urban decay
rip down posters alight from last weeks garage night
and next weeks Tyson fight
I cook 'em at 90° farenheight
and don't copy hte copyright
I got 'em in my sights
blinding with the lights
taken to dizzy new heights
blinding with the lights, blinding with the lights
dizzy new heights
Has it come to this? (oh, oh, oh, oh)
original pirate material
you're listening to The Streets
Lock down your aerial
has it come to this? (oh, oh, oh, oh)
original pirate material
you're listening to The Streets
Lock down your aerial
Has it come to this? (oh, oh, oh, oh)
original pirate material
you're listening to The Streets
Lock down your aerial
has it come to this? (oh, oh, oh, oh)
original pirate material
you're listening to The Streets
Lock down your aerial
Has it come to this? (oh, oh, oh, oh)
original pirate material
you're listening to The Streets
Lock down your aerial
has it come to this? (oh, oh, oh, oh)
original pirate material
you're listening to The Streets
Lock down your aerial
Has it come to this? (oh, oh, oh, oh)
original pirate material
you're listening to The Streets
Lock down your aerial
has it come to this? (oh, oh, oh, oh)
original pirate material
you're listening to The Streets
Lock down your aerial

Paroles (Traduction)

Est-ce arrivé à ça ? (oh, oh, oh, oh) matériau pirate original, vous écoutez The Streets. Verrouillez votre antenne. Est-ce arrivé à ça ? (oh, oh, oh, oh) matériau pirate original, vous écoutez The Streets. Verrouillez votre antenne. Fais comme chez toi, nous avons du diesel ou de l'herbe locale. Installe-toi sur ton trône, éteins ton téléphone, car c'est notre territoire. Vidéos, télévisions, 64, playstations, ?webhenry? avec précision, un peu d'herbe et un peu de Benson, mais n'oublie pas les Rizla. Penche-toi comme la tour de Pise, voici nos façons, et voici une journée dans la vie d'un mec, car ce n'est pas une chanson de club. Sors ton sac et installe-toi, que tu sois blanc ou noir, fume de l'herbe, chasse le blues ou sniffe de la coke. Nous sommes en mission, soutenez la cause, signez une pétition, rassemblez toute votre sagesse, la musique est un don de l'homme d'en haut, le Seigneur et ses enfants. Une équipe de trois mecs rudes, qu'il pleuve ou qu'il neige, le bouddha coule, tu ne sais pas ? Reste au coin de la rue, regarde le spectacle, car la vie avance lentement, remets de l'ordre dans ta vie et avance. Sexe, drogue et chômage, certains s'élèvent, certains tombent, j'entends ton appel, tiens bon maintenant. Est-ce arrivé à ça ? Matériau pirate original, vous écoutez The Streets, verrouillez votre antenne. Est-ce arrivé à ça ? Matériau pirate original, vous écoutez The Streets, verrouillez votre antenne. Je crache juste, tu penses que je suis ghetto ? Arrête de rêver, mes données sont en streaming, je te donne ces émotions, touche tes orteils et touche le plafond. Nous marchons sur la corde raide du street-cred, je

Thématique La vie quotidienne

Style 2-step

Keywords Drum'n'bass, Rap

Entités normées Mike Skinner, The Streets