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TEARDROPS
Kano


Overdose off the ovation
Make a stand for the whole nation
Dressing room like the Old Bailey
101 dogs and they ain't dalmatians
Knock you down, take your money like a donation
But why they think that was the morals we was all raised with?
Screwface can't save faces
They only saving graces
At least it was saving papers
But there ain't no safe haven

If they can spray paint "Nigga" on Lebron James' crib
That means a black card ain't shit when that's the shade your face is
So basically, we're Kunta Kinte's in some Cuban links
The Balenciaga's didn't blend us in
We're here now, word to God's Gift
They shoulda never let us in the game then
And know I'll back my brothers 'til my last breath
They left a Hennessy on the pavement
Ever see me go on the pavement?

Face on the floor, would you help a brother change his
Circumstances hurt the hardest, ballers never made it
Black pitch famous
So east side like Mr fucking Avis
You would never school me if I scoop up something famous
And you won't catch me with Julie and the vaders
Man, the real made us, man don't worry 'bout no paigons
If you ain't got above 80, don't worry what my rate is
You ain't fucking got the faintest

Man don't show off, it's just to show the mandem they can make it
Coming from the city where the slipperiest of snakes live
Village has to raise its
Young kings and queens to believe their greatness
Fed up of police stations
ID parading 'cause, well, I ain't be mistaken
Just 'cause I lead the baiters
While we sly, paedos raping
Big man like you
Brogues and a big boy black suit and a gangster platoon
What's a man supposed to do?

We have complained to the police about the police and nothing's been done
We have complained to judges about judges and nothing's been done
Now it is time to do something ourselves

In love and war
All is fair where I'm from
The weak won't last
A week in shoes like our ones
When it rains it pours
Hoodies all summer
'Cause teardrops from the sky
Only seem to fall on you and I

Used to do rates for Ingrid
Wafer-thin envelope with eighty quids in
I paid my dues now pay me plenty
And me and Hollow on the phone talkin'
So trade a verse, limited tax
No way to swerve, too legit
That's chrome paper berks in the crib, thanks
No wasted, burnt energies, facts
No haters, serve enemies, rats
Go chased and cursed, devil-rigged crack

Crack cocaine then turf penalties flat
Old names, that curb legendary rash
No chain but shit's still a G, lads
No game or learnt chivalry snaps
No faces burnt in the bees' mass
Curate them, hurt infancy sad
Those days concerned sisters be trapped
Most days absurd, bigotry, black

No days off, work literally, raps
No way, that's verse liberty
Shoebox memories
Reebok workouts and dungarees
We used to dream 'bout the most frivolous of things
'Til we bought the most ridiculous of rings
Now we're just tryna keep our bredrin's out the bin
Side talk, everyone's a guy until a guy walks in
Louder, crabs in the barrel and survival ting
We could all go clear, who taught us musical chairs?
There's enough seats for everybody mate
'Til then, we can't reach nowhere, truss


KANO

There are two musical projects by the name of Kano -- [1] a UK hip hop / grime rapper and [2] a classic italo-disco project

[1] In his early teens Kano attended Langdon Comprehensive School in East Ham, Newham, where his mother still works. Kano was a promising footballer, representing Chelsea F.C., Junior Hammers and Norwich City by the age of thirteen, but in the end he abandoned his sporting ambitions in favour of a musical career. His cousin Jonathan Fortune plays for Charlton Athletic. ... Read More