
No Free Handouts
mklogiq· 4:45 · 80 plays · v3-preview
- grime
- drill
- epic poetry
- electric bass
- trap [edm]
- brass & military
- dark trap
- west coast hip hop
- gangsta rap
- jamaican patois
Lyrics
Intro
{Look
They talk about the work but they don't know the grind
Back against the wall, state of mind
Turn the lights down
Listen}
Verse 1
Step on the block, man's locked in, frozen
Tunnel vision, yeah, the path has been chosen
No hesitation when we cross that line
Two hands on the wheel, man's taking what's mine
People talk heavy on a digital screen
But face-to-face, they vanish from the scene
We don't do the chat, we just do the numbers
While they slept on the squad, we broke their slumbers
Now the tables have turned and the pressure is rising
Every move tactical, no improvising
Hook
Bow! Look at the pace we're setting
No free handouts, nothing we're begging
Step in the room, man do it with force
Sticking to the plan, we don't alter the course
Yeah, ice in the veins, no panic allowed
Keeping my head way up out of the cloud
Stand my ground, yeah we live in the dark
Leaving our print, man's making a mark
Verse 2
Circle got smaller, the vision got clearer
Only competition is the man in the mirror
Heavy is the head that's wearing the crown
But we don't buckle down when the rain comes down
They want the success but they fear the position
I put in the hours, precise with nutrition
Mental is sharp, the stamina's high
No looking back at the days gone by
Bridge
Silences in the city at night
Thinking about the wrongs that we had to make right
Nobody helped when the winters were cold
Stories untold, secrets we hold
But you can't trap fire in a cage
It's time to turn the page...
Hook
Bow! Look at the pace we're setting
No free handouts, nothing we're begging
Step in the room, man do it with force
Sticking to the plan, we don't alter the course
Yeah, ice in the veins, no panic allowed
Keeping my head way up out of the cloud
Stand my ground, yeah we live in the dark
Leaving our print, man's making a mark
Outro
Yeah
Unstoppable force
You see the blueprint
We don't stop for anyone
Lock it down
Verse 3
Bwoy dem chat, but the works dem hollow
Every step we take, dem try fi follow
Me no beg friend, me no borrow sorrow
Today we eat, no wait for tomorrow
Bassline heavy when the convoy roll
Trench town spirit, yeah, we keep control
Dem say dem bad, but dem never stand tall
When the rain fall, dem a ghost in the hall
Me come from the mud, from the dust and the struggle
Every scar on me skin tell a story, no fable
Pre-Chorus
Listen when the brass dem call
(Sound the horn)
Stand up when the trumpet fall
(Stand up tall)
No retreat and no surrender
We defend the whole perimeter
Chorus
March! Every soldier in position
No permission, this a our tradition
Lock the gate, man a hold the line
Blood and honour, everything is mine
Dem can run when the pressure come near
We no move, we no show no fear
From the east to the west, we a reign
King and queen of the concrete terrain
(March, march)
(March, march)
Verse 4
They was laughing when the lights went out
Now dem asking what the noise about
Me no need no crown fi know me worth
Born with the fire since the day of birth
Patience thin, but the aim still steady
When the door lock, man already ready
Talk is cheap, but the price is steep
Promises made that dem couldn't keep
Me keep me circle tight like a drum
One wrong move and the silence come
Verse 5
Fyah bun dem, fyah bun the fake
Me no trust a smile, me no trust a handshake
Every deal done with a watchful eye
Wolf in the room, but the sheep dem fly
Money come slow when it built on truth
But it last longer than the lies of youth
Me no chase the hype, me no chase the trend
Me build fi the long run, right to the end
Steel in the spine, iron in the tone
Every man here stand on his own
Pre-Chorus
Listen when the brass dem call
(Sound the horn)
Stand up when the trumpet fall
(Stand up tall)
No retreat and no surrender
We defend the whole perimeter
Chorus
March! Every soldier in position
No permission, this a our tradition
Lock the gate, man a hold the line
Blood and honour, everything is mine
Dem can run when the pressure come near
We no move, we no show no fear
From the east to the west, we a reign
King and queen of the concrete terrain
(March, march)
(March, march)
Verse 6
Generals rise when the trumpet sound
Feet on the ground, never spin around
Dem a talk 'bout the life we live
But dem never give what we had to give
Sacrifice made in the quiet hours
Water the roots, now we smell the flowers
Me no boast, me just state the fact
Every brick we laid, we never looked back
Dem a watch from the fence, we a build the wall
One day dem a answer when the empire call
Bridge 2
When the smoke clear, who a stand?
(Who a stand)
When the drum stop, who a man?
(Who a man)
No masquerade, no disguise
Truth is the blade, look in me eyes
Empire built on the backs of the few
Now the few dem a come fi the crown, and it's due
Breakdown
Rise
(Rise)
Hold
(Hold)
Never fold
(Never fold)
Rise
(Rise)
Hold
(Hold)
Never fold
(Never fold)
Chorus
March! Every soldier in position
No permission, this a our tradition
Lock the gate, man a hold the line
Blood and honour, everything is mine
Dem can run when the pressure come near
We no move, we no show no fear
From the east to the west, we a reign
King and queen of the concrete terrain
(March, march)
(March, march)
Outro
Legacy loud, even when we gone
Every word we spoke, still living on
Dem a copy the style, dem a steal the sound
But the roots run deep in the underground
Hold firm
(No surrender)
Stand tall
(Empire)
We no bow
(We no bow)
Empire
Lock it down
End
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