There are lots of signs in life
Some that you may not like
You could be livin this minute
The next minute you're gone away
So hold up your hands my brothers
And be conscious my sisters
And by your works, you will get paid
True, you can move food on the street
Did a bitta that, got bored of that
Didn't move the brown or the crack
Use to pick up for the fact
I could make more back, break it down to scores an' that
Stack to buy out the stores an' that
Didn't give a shit about loads of that
But I did give a shit about getting locked up
Or get boxed up, sentenced you'll get about 4 for that
Crap, you ain't so rich now
I bet you feel like a prick now
Coz where's all your fancy shit now?
Where's your whips, kicks and your bits now?
Shit, you should have fixed up
Fuck drugs, the mic you should have picked up
And it was all for the big bucks
Now you're sitting in a cell doing sit ups
Blud I told you this shit's fucked!
The ghetto lifestyle's too much
An' if I buss, be proud of me
But you can't take it out of me
So imma bit stuck
But, I got too much to lose now
Love my life, and I don't wanna lose out
I'm still about, I'm home sweet home
In the ends, like I don't wanna move out
I'm too bad
There are lots of signs in life
Some that you may not like
You could be livin this minute
The next minute you're gone away
So hold up your hands my brothers
And be conscious my sisters
And by your works, you will get paid
Look, you can do moves on the street
I'd rather spit bars on the beat
I'd rather that than lick cars every week
But jack is when I strip stars with the heat
So I'm solo like the guitars on the beat
But this rhyming shit is for me
I live this, drink this, eat this, shit this
And I've even writ bars in my sleep
But I aint on hype, I've had enough phase
Ghetto's probably inside, hope he buss case
The underground's like road, it's a tough race
You can be living this minute, then gone again, like mum you was right
And I was wrong again
But I'm strong again
Still moved on again
Ten more lyrics and I writ another song again
If I can do it, then you can I'm a true fan
Up and coming MC's big up you man
The door's open but I aint through man
Imma ball through like a queue dan, watch me
Ain't gonna let no-one stop me
UK I'm gonna break you properly
And If you ain't gonna watch me do that, move back
Who's that? K-A, ah yuh dat?
And I know it's not easy, and I know what you're feeling
Just believe me
There are lots of signs in life
Some that you may not like
You could be livin this minute
The next minute you're gone away
So hold up your hands my brothers
And be conscious my sisters
And by your works, you will get paid
There are lots of signs in life
Some that you may not like
You could be livin this minute
The next minute you're gone away
And that's why I don't feel I'm safe, I feel I'm bait
But I can't put my skiils to waste
'Cos if you're living by the gun you surely will get blazed
I still don't blaze! refuse to smoke my life away
Refuse to die before I try then put the mic away
This life of K, is just one big hype for praise
Right, night, record then start to write okay
But I'm just saying, back on hype of Kane
But only I'm to blame
Today I saw the signs again, and it's got a good look
But that's life they say, crime pays
And I'll stop crime whenever this grime decides to pay
But grime ain't making me meals
So I'm picking up a 9 today
And spittin' ain't getting me deals
But this shit's just getting real
There are lots of signs in life
Some that you may not like
You could be livin this minute
The next minute you're gone away
So hold up your hands my brothers
And be conscious my sisters
And by your works, you will get paid (This shit's just getting real)
There are lots of signs in life
Some that you may not like
You could be livin this minute
The next minute you're gone away
So hold up your hands my brothers
And be conscious my sisters
And by your works, you will get paid (This shit's just getting real)
(This shit's just getting real)