What these kids know about cassettes?

And taping off the radio?

And walking to your friends house

To play the new radio show

Chrome tapes was for the ill shit

That never my left my house

I used headphones for a mic the other way round

Didn’t have money for vinyl or decks

So I wrote down the lyrics of all the rappers I respected

Deciphering the slang

I Was from a million miles away

It was like another language when I heard Ghost and Rae

And Queens Bridge was my favourite place

Even though I never been there

It seemed closer

Than my neighbours face

A lot of kids in the area turned to hard drugs

A few went to jail

Taking on the image of hard thugs

But rap never made wanna do a crime

All I wanted to do bust a few rhymes

And I was chubby and a little ugly looking

I started getting good with flow

Now I'm the swan and not the ugly duckling

Chorus

Remember when we used to freestyle for fun?

On a cold winter’s night in the garage when we was young?

When the rap tapes broke we would fix it with sellotape?

Made sure we made a copy for our mates?

Now we send a youtube link

6 million times around the world in a blink

I’m not saying that's bad its a blessing

But when I used to rap I was a little kid messing

Juganaut Verse 2

Walking Messiah for the people

The hero’s

Pesci and de Niro

The tombs of the pharaohes

Ruby on the chain

Main vain

Squeeze a name

Release the pain

Pour the grease

And decrease the flame

Fried snapper

High five to the livest rapper

Write and conquer

Mixdown

Divide and master

Wipe the sweat with the flannel

Good food channel

Dapper dan

Louis suit

With the blue panel

People wanna posture

‘cus they see me as an alpha male

Sometimes the heart stays strong

But the mouth will fail

Tell the tales of betrayal

Smell light the L

Strike the bell

Strike the match up

Ignite the hell

20/20 vision

With the wisdom of my forefather

Cause drama

It’s Pearl Harbour

When I pour lava

Heavenly feeling

I’m forever revealing

Chill with villains

In a villa

With incredible ceilings

I love rap

Remember

Ali Vegas Verse 3

Alpha beta paper

Ali Vegas of course…

I was born to do music

I’m not the author to fool ‘em

Critics caution the movement

Come across the cross in a double

You in trouble

(talk to em)

Don’t be content

With the way that the cookie crumble

My mere presence humble to fool you

For years I thought rapping

Over a beat was belittling me

Never turn down the gift that was given to me

This is a life you gotta be living to see

Even the vicious decree

Child of god

Decision rod

Start Splitting the sea

(talk to em)

Mortal or king

My reign was pre-ordained

Even those that taught to be strange

Talk to me same

(what up what up)

Listen to the piano’s

And get a feeling how My thoughts are deranged

Walking disorient

The chorus explains

How I went from a poor baby

Now the whores praise me

And tours pay me

That’s how Lord made me

See me directing pictures with Scorzayzee

And Juga-Naut

And I still love the block

Chorus

Yeah That’s how we do it

Ali Vegas, Scorzayzee

Juga-Naut

N.Y.C baby

U.S.A to Nottingham

The whole U.K

We global now

Black syndicate

Don’t get hit…