[Intro: Darcus Howe]

The young people have begun the rebellion, refusing to work. They have received very little support from other sections of the population. As a consequence of which, they must find money by these means

We say we are against those means. Not because we are moralists, not because we are religious freaks, but precisely because mugging involves loss of life and liberty, and a continuing attack upon that section of the black community; police brutality, prison brutality, a whole wastage of human creativity. That is why we are against it

[Chorus: Kano]

Politician, hush don't make a sound

Been oppressing us, couple centuries now

And these gunshots never reach your town

It's never on top when you leave your house

But when we go southerns

We might run into some beef or somethin'

Rambo tucked into the jeans or somethin'

But the beef, please drop it 'cause it don't make money

[Verse 1: Kano]

All our mothers worry when we touch the road

'Cause they know it's touch and go whether we're coming home

And either that's for shit that could happen to us

Or the shit we might do if you violate the code

It's turning over new leaf times

Moschino jeans full of peace signs

Postcode warring, that's the thing now

Young bucks beefing over street signs

You ever seen a mother tears run down Gucci glasses?

The imagery will hit you deep and cut through the hard shit

The hood potential not reached due to gun barking

It's bad business for the ends man, I'm done talkin'

It's all fun keeping score when it's one-nothing

Till loved ones get duppied inside a nine nights

Any beef can be squashed if hands could be shaken

Any hand can be shaken when the blood dries

I guess that's not a thug line

But Canning Town and Plaistow, that's where the thugs die

Where the slugs fly, then the doves fly

And if you say you like beef, then you thugs lyin'

These are my words to us, no tongue tyin'

If you stay up ridin', till the sun's risin'

And you're just tryin' to get one, or get bunned tryin'?

Then we ain't on the same side of this sterling linin'

[Chorus: Kano]

Politician, hush don't make a...

[Interlude: Audio of a 999 call]

Female scream

Trouble, Trouble

Yeah, no I hear you. Oh my God. I can see one of them on the floor

Police Sirens blare

He's on the floor and he's got a knife wound. And I can see a man

Holding a knife

He must be about 16 or 17

Police Sirens continue, intensify then abruptly stop

[Bridge: Choir singers]

Trouble, Trouble

I don't need no trouble

Trouble

We don't want no trouble

[Verse 2: Kano]

I know some youngers that will beef on the Main road

Violate the clique and then the K go

They will off a brother on my say so

But when they're given 30 could I look mum in the face though? No

Concrete roses, they really grow shit, you see my whole set

Don't watch the Rolex, just watch the progress

From mopeds, coke heads and the old Ghetts

15 with a dream, 20 with a gold disk

21, second crib before I got my own whip

27, 28 and 9 was my lowest

30 reupped again, 32, more checks

So why would I throw away life for some jokers?

Hopeless

Ain't blocks with no Lopez

Opps in the Focus

I know the roads, yes but when the goal's bread, it makes no sense

Less condolences and more congratulations

Brought a smile to my face, I heard that Sammy's trading

And K just had a baby, D's an uncle ain't he?

Just got off the phone with Shane, he's investing major gravy

Ghetts ain't looked back since we blessed them stages

Now man are stepping on planes with our bredrin Aidan

Still conflicted 'cause man'll bust gun on Netflix

But I show you both sides of the fence, watch out for splinters

Rats and sinners

Gangsters, killers

With straps and ringers

Tax and figures, your stash was dinner

Agh!

My only obligation is - give inspiration

This the winners table and here's your invitation

No sparklers over 'ere and all the women taken

We just pop bubbles, pour doubles, we want no trouble

Whine two gyal, we want no trouble

A spend 3 grand, we want no trouble

4 more bottles, we want no trouble

Don't mean we're scared of nobody

Life's just too short for the bullshit man

[Chorus: Kano]

Politician, hush don't make a sound

Been oppressing us, couple centuries now

And these gunshots never reach your town

It's never on top when you leave your house

But when we go southerns

We might run into some beef or somethin'

Rambo tucked into the jeans or somethin'

But the beef - please drop it 'cause it don't make money

Police man, hush don't make a sound

Been locking ghetto youts up centuries now

And these gunshots never reach your town

It's never on top when you leave your house

But when we go southerns

We might run into some beef or somethin'

Rambo tucked into the jeans or somethin'

But the beef - please drop it 'cause it don't make money