The Skints – Contemplations Of The Modern Rudeboy Lyrics

Why waste time standing in the dole queue line
When I can have a life of crime?
Wave goodbye to that boring nine to five
And all I see is more police out on beat
More and more CCTV, ya dun see me blud
Controlling these streets

I’d risk 25 to life for the price of my time
In a vain-up attempt while they all get by
I’m another example of a wasted young mind
But I need to get shot of this green and the white

Things like that they shouldn’t be talked about
I’m telling you the things like that they shouldn’t be talked about
Things like that they shouldn’t be talked about
I’m telling you the things like that they shouldn’t be talked about

Why go school, when I can do sweet fuck all?
Just buy myself a big fat tool
Rudeboy you could learn a thing or two
I’m lickin’ shots like a lollipop
Shottin’ rocks like a Kalashnikov
It’s standard ting, I ain’t lost the plot
So when I hot you up, you’re best to tell me what you go

Messin’ with me, rudeboy, might be your biggest mistake
Catch me from Hackney E8 out to Broadmead Estate
Don’t go to the gym, but I’m holdin’ the weight
So don’t watch how I do ’cause I sure ain’t your mate

I’d risk 25 to life for the price of my time
In a vain-up attempt while they all get by
I’m another example of a wasted young mind
But I need to get shot of this green and the white

Things like that they shouldn’t be talked about
I’m telling you the things like that they shouldn’t be talked about
Things like that they shouldn’t be talked about
I’m telling you the things like that they shouldn’t be talked about

So why you always talk about the things like that
Why you always talk about the things like that
Why you always talk about the things like that
Why you always talk about the things like that
Why you always talk about the things like that
Why you always talk about the things like that
Why you always talk about the things like that
Why you always talk about the things like that

These are my contemplations
These are my contemplations
These are my contemplations

Dub, sweat and tears

Don’t hold no fear