Can’t Sit With Us

Evening Drive

Song: We Are Venom (Ode to Mila J)

1st Croon:

My God is Professional, as Street! He Guided Me From The Gate, Life Been Sweet! All My Lessons turned to Blessings, and My "Worst Day"! Is STILL My Best Day, like everyday My Birthday! He Showed Me how to make Lemonade! That's, why you see The Queen on The Stand! Say it Sober, so I know Your Real Stance! Your Projection is REVERSED in Advance! He My Father, for a Reason! Even, when "I left", I STILL Sought Him! You know It's Up, when you Cross Him! The Streets know, that you Fought Him!


Crooning Hook:

Is that My God, now? [. ] Yes, I'm Always Ready to Shake Down! Is that My God, now? [. ] For My Loved Ones - I'm Always Around! So, I'mma need My Shorties in The Spot Tonight! To My Scholars from The Hood - We Got It Locked Tonight! Is that My God, now? [. ] Peace to All Area, folks is Tight!


2nd Croon:

God Blessed Me, with a Best Fam! Always told me - Build, with Bricks, not with Sand! Been went from a Thug to a Man! I got The Best Tribe Across The Land! And, you know The Real gonna Expand! Our Dreams Work, as One - God's Plan! Pray for One, you for Twelth of The Nation! Spin on One, you Save a Thousand - That Blatant! He My Father, for a Reason! Even, when "I left", I STILL Sought Him! You know It's Up, when you Cross Him! The Streets know, that you Fought Him!

3rd Rap Verse:

Must I REMIND you - My Fonky Ass CAN'T SING! Bro, I'm known to Rap, with a Skullie was once, a Fitted Hat Thing! Now, it's Dad Hats - I been had Tats, expressing My! Feminine Energy - Animal amongst Men, like! I gotta remind y'all, I was NEVER "The 1st! The Last, or The Only" to ever Spit a Verse! Welcome to The Inner City - WE ALL HAD TO PUT IN WORK! How you're gonna get Your Blessings, if y'all just say and, Jerked? Off to Novelty Huts, OF COURSE YOUR ASS NEED A JOB! Your Mom was "gonna put up, with you acting, like a Snob! All up on Her Couch, throwing Gang Signs like, 'You're The Mob"! You thought this was Mixtape focused on Niggaz, Bro STOP! Love God 1st, Love Yourself - You're Made in His Image! Be Grateful, for The Little Things cuz, sometimes those "Mansions" ain't "It"! You "move to the Burbs", tho Your 5th Grade Trauma Exists, Still! Over, Them Fights you should've FINISHED, tho "you got no chill"!

Crooning Bridge:

Been Blessed, with a Simple Life! I Fight for Mine Every Night! When, God takes over - It's On Sight! Put My Soul Behind Every Strike! Been Blessed, with This Heart of Mine! I'm "So Selfish", I Pray You Shine! As, I Pray for you to Conquer Your Mind! That's The Devil, finna tell Many Lies!

(Crooning Hook)

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[Intro]
No one clocked it, fam, not back in twenty-five.
Man were just living, tryna get by on the daily grind.
No one thought we were being watched from the deep ends of the galaxy.
Spied on like a science project, a specimen for their whole faculty.
Barely a man considered life on other planets, that's real.
But across the void, intellects way bigger than ours were watching this Earth with a mad appeal.
And slow, and steady, they were drawing up their plans against our people.
I was on a job for the Beeb, setting up mics in a Hackney steeple. This is what I saw.

[Verse 1]
Was a Tuesday, twelfth of August, midnight on the dot.
A mad green light erupted from the sky, speeding towards our block.
Two hundred million miles of darkness, silent, flying at our ends.
The first of the drops that was gonna bring pure chaos to my friends.
As I'm watching, another flash, another streak of gas.
It's a second canister, starting its long journey, moving fast.

[Chorus]
The odds of a drop from the stars were a milli' to one, he said.
The odds of a drop from the stars were a milli' to one, filling our head…
But still, they landed.


[Verse 2]
Next morning, Pymmes Park is taped off, a brand new crater on the scene.
The mandem are gathered 'round, phones out, living in a waking dream.
A cylinder, thirty yards wide, still burning hot from the flight.
And you can hear faint sounds from inside, something moving in the fading light.
Then the lid starts turning, a slow, unscrewing motion.
Some youngers thought a man was trapped, full of brave-faced emotion.
They rushed the canister, but the heat pushed them back from the metal, too hot to touch the frame.
Everyone just stood there, waiting to see who was playing this mad game.


[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
The lid just dropped. Silence. Then two glowing disc-like eyes.
A massive rounded body, bigger than a bear, starts to slowly rise.
Shining like black oil, slick and wet, it made my stomach heave.
No mouth, just quivering flesh, and tentacles you wouldn't believe.
A couple youngers edged closer, tryna get a clip for the socials.
Then a tall funnel rose up, and a heat beam jumped, beyond brutal.
A blinding glare as each one of them was instantly turned to ash.
Every bush and tree just burst into a blaze in a single flash.


[Refrain]
People were screaming, clambering over fences, and fam, I ran too.
I felt like I was being hunted, that this red light would just melt me and my crew.
It was meant to be a normal night in N9… just another night in my zone...
Now the sky is burning… and we are not alone. 

(Verse 4)
I got back to my yard on the Galliard, sunk into a haunted sleep.
Woke up to alien sounds, something hammering from the crater deep.
Slapped on my sliders, ran to the corner shop to grab the morning paper.
'Round me, the daily routine, life was carrying on, no time for a vapour.
The 491 bus still rolling serene, mums doing the school run.
While in Pymmes Park, they were building their machines, sleepless under our sun.
Now and then a red beam, like a searchlight from a warship, swept the green.
And I knew that savage Heat Ray was ready to follow, making the whole scene obscene.

[Verse 5]

"Anyone there? Anyone breathing?"

"Come in, fam. What's the reason?"

"They rinsed us, bruv. Wiped us out. Hundreds gone, thousands I doubt… even made it that far."

"The Heat Ray?"

War of Worlds (part 1)

Goin' Dine (Slowed & Chopped)

Just an average Joe Blow who happens to Spit A Couple Bars!! I Been Saying That I Been Black Ragging Thru Your Set!! Be on the lookout for my material!! Other than that.. Check out my Playlist.. Yes I do support.. Especially my Fellow LGBT Members!! I'm Afro-Latino As I Google My Native Tongue - Spanish And Other Tongues That's Not Part Of My Ethnicity Which Is Biblical Latin And Parisian French!! Pardon Me For You Might Hear Bad Words For The Reason Being That I'm Pissed Off At The World As God Told Me More About It!! The Pandora's Box Is The Way Of The World!!  #TeamSkullie #WashPoppin LET YOU KNOW I'M A LISPER!! SIGNED KRS-ONE'S SHADOW!! AND WHEN YOU SEE HIM!! TELL HIM HE WOULD NEVER TOUCH THE GALAXY!! I'M THE REALITY OF THE STREETS THAT PISTOL PUMPING PUNKS DON'T WANT TO BE, BECAUSE I'M HEARD BREIFLY AND NOT FOREVER!!

¡¡Solo un Joe Blow promedio que por casualidad escupe un par de barras !! ¡¡He estado diciendo que he sido negro destrozando tu set !! ¡¡Esté atento a mi material !! Aparte de eso ... Echa un vistazo a mi lista de reproducción ... Sí, apoyo ... ¡¡Especialmente a mis compañeros miembros LGBT !! Soy afrolatino mientras busco en Google mi lengua nativa: español y otras lenguas que no forman parte de mi etnia, que es el latín bíblico y el francés parisino. Perdóname porque es posible que escuches malas palabras por la razón de que estoy enojado con el mundo porque Dios me dijo más sobre él. ¡La caja de Pandora es el camino del mundo! #TeamSkullie #WashPoppin ¡¡HAZTE SABER QUE SOY LISPER !! ¡¡FIRMADO LA SOMBRA DE KRS-ONE !! ¡¡Y CUANDO LO VES !! ¡¡DÍGALE QUE NO TOCARÍA NUNCA LA GALAXY !! SOY LA REALIDAD DE LAS CALLES QUE PISTOLAS PUMPING PUNKS NO QUIEREN SER, PORQUE HE ESCUCHADO BREIFLY Y NO PARA SIEMPRE !!

Juste un Joe Blow moyen qui arrive à Spit A Couple Bars !! J'ai dit que j'étais Black Ragging Through Your Set !! Soyez à l'affût de mon matériel !! A part ça.. Consultez ma liste de lecture.. Oui, je soutiens.. Surtout mes collègues membres LGBT !! Je suis afro-latino car je recherche sur Google ma langue maternelle - l'espagnol et d'autres langues qui ne font pas partie de mon origine ethnique, qui est le latin biblique et le français parisien !! Pardonnez-moi car vous pourriez entendre de gros mots pour la raison que je suis énervé contre le monde alors que Dieu m'en a dit plus !! La boîte de Pandore est la voie du monde !! #TeamSkullie #WashPoppin FAITES-VOUS SAVOIR QUE JE SUIS UN LISPER !! SIGNÉ L'OMBRE DE KRS-ONE !! ET QUAND TU LE VOIS !! DITES-LUI QU'IL NE TOUCHERA JAMAIS À LA GALAXIE !! JE SUIS LA RÉALITÉ DES RUES QUE LES PUNKS POMPES AU PISTOLET NE VEULENT PAS ÊTRE, PARCE QUE JE SUIS ENTENDU BREF ET PAS POUR TOUJOURS !! 

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