Killing My Vibe

Street Chronicles: Beetone's Urban Odyssey
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Lyrics

I speak for the local nutters

I represent the local eccentric individuals

Well known pubbers

Referring to well-known pub-goers

And loco clubbers

And crazy club enthusiasts

Still with the gs like

Still with the gangsters like, unsure about others

I don't know others

Uncertain about the actions of others

The road don't love us

The streets don't show us love

Most man know of us

Most people are aware of us


These man are lieing

These individuals are lying

They ain't got no courage

They lack courage

No strikes not no sturrige

No achievements, no determination

had top shelf in the bando

Had the best drugs in the abandoned house

That's got no cupboards

Which had no supplies

Grandma used to stress like

Grandma used to worry, anticipating my return with cold meals

When I'm back I'll be have cold suppers

When I'm back, I'll have humble meals

The game just winners or loosers

The game has winners and losers

It get dark like Guinness in boozers Streets full of Syringes and users

Dark and challenging like the atmosphere in pubs

I was Depressed

I was depressed

Had me sitting all useless

Felt utterly useless

But soon be on top like roofers

But soon, I'll be successful like roofers on top

When it that's time man

When it's the right time, people make excuses

Are Given excuses

Friends on the streets are ruthless in pursuing success

darg on the wing

For a killing he ruthless

For a killing, he is ruthless


Bitch you be killin ma vibe

Expression of frustration at someone disrupting his mood

I'm just out living ma life

Living life to the fullest

Chillin and high

Relaxing and being in a state of euphoria

Don't be giving me the eye

Don't give me a judgmental look


Dieing to live I'm not living to die

Desire to live rather than just existing

Dieing to live I'm not living to die

Dieing to live I'm not living to die

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Dieing to live I'm not living to die

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Speak for the local robbers

Representing local thieves

The coco droppers

Referring to drug users

The no go blockers

Those who prevent progress

The hoe that's butters

Referring to unattractive individuals

And all of us hustling for living improvements

All of us working hard for a better life

The got change scutters

People who experience sudden changes in fortune

The man who get gassed when trap Phone buzzers the old folks

Excitement when the drug phone rings, especially among older people

Youngers whizzing on scooters

Youth speeding around on scooters

Out pitching ching to the students

Selling drugs to students

On the street fulla alchys and junkies

Streets filled with alcoholics and drug addicts

Ya see em go yellow bare like pudzy

People turning yellow from drug use

White boy keeping it funky

White individuals keeping the atmosphere lively

Can still get low cane like dusty

Even someone seemingly respectable can be involved in illegal activities

Make a gal hug me and tell

Receiving affection from a girl despite the chaos

She love me and all that fuckery

Dealing with complicated situations and nonsense

This is the product of a council estate Boy that moved in the country

Outcome of growing up in a council estate and then moving to the countryside

The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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