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2000 and Klashnekoff
yo, yo
Kano
[Kano]
Sometimes i have to kick myself,
cos sometimes i cant believe the shit myself,
so sometimes you'll see me in a daydream,
thinking could be underground goin mainstream
[Klashnkeoff]
How do i start to this beat?
Strips past there is, and let me spark the weed
and take 2 drawer, then i pass it to D,
pick up a pen and put my heart to this beat,
i can tell 'em bout the sagas, the scars on my cheek,
the tustle, and how i got marked by the beast,
still i, stood like a soldier and marched on my feet,
passin through the dark parts of the east,
when the dark arts and the after shot me,
and sometimes beef passes on to the seeds,
only last week a prayer got, blast with the heat,
in the middle of the last class, streets they dont ask
when my bars are deep, they aint hard to see,
look around blood, every man is after Ps,
we shot Qs and pursuit and with the half a key,
i move mix CDs and DVDs,
it's a struggle indeed, FUCK IT,
sometimes you got to stand on your own two feet,
see ive been to hell and back so i'll wear red and black,
from the end to my crack, my rep the TF,
and it's deeper than the chain or a tackle in the chest,
i still feel the pains of the shackles on my neck,
when i spit, picture me as Malcolm X,
no gauge, no tech, just mic and decks,
but sometimes i think that i might be next,
assanited life 4 and I T N.
(Gun Shots)
[Kano]
Sometimes i think, is it all worth it?
i aint a popstar i cant be perfect,
i know i got far, way to fat to turn back.
Sometimes i have to kick myself,
cos sometimes i cant believe the shit myself,
so sometimes you'll see me in a daydream,
thinking could be underground goin mainstream.
Sometimes i have to kick myself,
cos sometimes i cant believe the shit myself,
so sometimes you'll see me in a daydream,
thinking could be underground goin mainstream.
[Kano]
Im a blister in the skies, blacked out in this grimy background,
camouflagued, blend like car key points now,
Cutch where i was raised,
sometimes i feel like im boxed up in a cage,
dont stop on MTV,
then box in in the rave, this is my real life,
and im real like no other celebrity,
and i aint even said my peace,
im feeling Klashes movement, Klash is used to someone heading for the mega Ps,
and i make the dreams,
how the grass is green over on the other side, but i realise there aint no better green,
when we trip, when we lose but we're the better team,
and my conclusion is the method. We,
used to make this music, is energy, but it dies when i analysed by the enemy,
it's just chemistry, so i experiment my cooking not my recepies,
but remember these, words invest in your lines but they better be,
prepared for the jealousy, weary on every street,
im you, just the header be,
going mainstream by dayng, will he ever leave?
release Nite Nite, but ever so incredibly,
i do raves you say you got respect for me,
i think this is the life i was meant to live,
im prepared physically and mentally,
Im A star, keep testing me,
I got my masters in Garage, A level in rap,
zoomed off with A veteran in dap, put A place on the map,
it's more then Kane make in a track,
its more like making an impact, the weight on my shoulders, the strains breaking my back,
sometimes i feel the dark forces taking me back,
like Anakin if his beef making it clap, aim in the clap (Gun shots),
all guns blazing like Bush raiding Iraq
Yo, Yo,
Sometimes i feel to write gun rhymes,
over the first, just one line, one less line,
about the crying, bout chains and 2 steaks and stop people dying, right?
but im trying
Sometimes
The lyrics where posted by Gwyn from Wales, UK
