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letra de it's a recession - roachee

[verse 1:]
it’s a recession, the whole ends has been neglected, there has been multiple ‘chefings
that’s why we don’t really want to go and vote on elections
we’re just out here trying to get it on a next ting
they ain’t putting money in the hood so ‘eff them
grab a stick and a hoodie and go get it
they ain’t bringing in the fellas, man have to bring in the squealers
sometimes we had to go out and l!ck it
it’s a recession
due to the stress and depression soon we could see armageddon
man woman and child all barking weapons, big fighter jets flying across britain
thugs taking over the wings in prisons, the system completely collapsed
they punched up the screws and released all the prisoners
the whole country was under attack

[hook:]
it’s like crabs in a barrel
everyday just a constant battle
the youngers are slaughtering each other like cattle
it’s time to remove all the shackles
it’s like crabs in a barrel
everyday just a constant battle
the youngers are slaughtering each other like cattle
it’s time to remove all the shackles

[verse 2:]
the predicament the mandem are in is ridiculous
we’re just out here trying to live inna england
it’s minus 2, i can feel the bitterness from my head to my boots
survival of the fittest in a city so frivilous
gyal giving it up in the back of the cinemas, rough with the smooth
there’s so many civilians trying to come through
you will die if you ain’t built resilience, serious
over a 10 year period so many bootings and stabbings in the area that i’ve lost count
don’t even flinch when i’m hearing it, just another day in these concrete villages
but frankly the parents are sick of it, but it’s cold out there
militant, k!ll or be k!lled? what a big decision
you’ve got to be thick-skinned to live in great britain

[verse 3:]
get with the times, the met want me dead or alive
trying to say i’m a threat to society
just for a while i’ve fled from the island, i’ll be back again in july
they want to charge me for the way that i k!lled when i’m ‘ere, and a few other grime beats, for man’s slaughter
and my solicitor’s saying if i go not guilty they might try and life me
they want to stop my return to the grime scene
they want to slap me with ipp
right now mi5 are trying to find me
any ic3 that looks like me are getting hopped out on, men in uniform waving handguns
this ain’t banter, ready to push back your dandruff
all ’cause i’m the microphone champion

- roachee

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