1. FROM THE DEPTHS

From the depths, comes the hated.
Never gave a shit.
Blaze through the crisis.
Every bitter day, seems so wasted.
How do we keep going ?
Resistance, Persistance.
This is our Croydon Town.
Born a shithole now run by the council.
Nothings changed, just a war on greed.
There’s no fucking point to this lifestyle.
Day by day my minds on drive.
Within our roads their living a lie.
Take from the needy bring a struggle and torture.
We won’t break.
This is your weakness.
The world you made.
Your despiration for possession.
Is what will drain your blood.


2. THE BITTER END

The taste of victory can be sweet.
Twist the strong into the weak.
Odds are turned by your stakes.
Hatred changes your enemy’s state.
Cremation offered on a plate.
Whatch your step.
Death is to see, are you real.
On what you preach.
I stand ground coz anything goes.
See that switch.
Then you will know.
Beat to bleed.
They ain’t coming back.
Failed to see.
Defeat was a soft touch.
One last sight.
Regret is their shame.
I grew wise.
To see through their game.
Can you see? The defeat ?
Still you had to try.


3. SHAME SHIFT DIFFERENT DAY

In full effect.
Worn to the knees.
Struggling everyday just to make our lives exist.
So where is the mark ?
That gives us a stop.
We don’t care for our stakes.
Waste of life.
It’s a shame.
Little mans come along fighting for some blame.
Go face facts stand at ease.
Put the real into force.
Fakes are only there to keep you weak.
One day.
Will be the disaster for those fakes to rise.
Gather all those who can relate to.
Wiping away their smiles.
Who gives a fuck what, people tell themselves.
They’re only gonna realize.
That their home is hell.
But I give a fuck what.
With trust in myself.
Never let myself down.
To get through this hell


4. MOURN YOUR DREAMS

Rich bitch. Going nowhere.
Can’t you see, how it’s made ?
You’re the fool.
May you suffer.
You got tricked, in the middle of a game.
Set your sights upon yourself.
Trying to reach fame.
Can’t you fucking realize, you can bleed without a wound.
Your to blind to see it.
Pussyo it’s your doom.
So, what have you got, to present ?
Your status is bullshit you know it’s fake.
What will you have to pray ?
Your honors been brutally ripped without a trace.
All I see is little mans.
Spitting all their shit.
Bragging about all their shows.
How they’re gonna be big.
What I know is not a tale.
Their life will run slow.
All this effort for nothing.
To find out it’s all wrong.
Mourn your dreams.


5. GET STUCK IN

You know where to find us.
So come show yourselves.
Croydon, London. The manor.
We’re blatant to the bone.
We’re reppin’ it with the hard way life.
It’s the only way you’re gonna get through the fight
Now do you have a clue ?
We’ve giving you amounts of bare guesses.
We will never fade as we take to new heights.
There are no more second chances in this life we’re in.
Peeps are dying while we fight for surviving.
Ten on one the odds are over think we gave in ?
That’s our manner, here’s our manor.
Let’s get stuck in.
Pain is no threat to us.
It’s what you try and come to deal.
Go kick up a fuss.
Before you know it it’s your living hell.
Cross our path, seal your fate.
Wes pot fakes, from miles away.
If your fronting, you better come closer.
It’s your move bitch.
Better low the boast bruv.
You’re not in a movie, your nowhere near a gangsta.
Big man talk is over, it’s your move bitch


6. YEAR OF PAIN

Here I am.
Gathering thoughts on my jays.
Of those who made a real impact.
Getting my life to go forward.
Then they were taken away in two double-o five.
This has not killed my fucking pride.
It has built up strength.
By knowing what their souls lived through.
My hates on overdrive.
I’m taking the world on a ride.
I want to let the dead speak.
In each of us lays a messager.
To make life have full extent.
Years of pain.
To my father, sister and Scuzie.
I’ll stay true to what I said.
Living hope the path should be shown.
Respect you won’t die with regret.
There are one’s who won’t make it through.
They’ve been playing a mug’s game.
I know that their time will come.
I’ll see them through to see you.
Year of pain.


7. RECOGNIZE THE STRENGTH

Won’t you come.
I’ll never forget that face.
So I can proceed with the punishment.
For an act of jacking possession.
Boy’s better watch their back.
Let their sentence be our judgement.
Create their world of pain and suffering.
So with our pride.
That’s what taken.
Payback the jack.
Recognise the strength.
Now the fuck what.
Your whole crew is getting dropped.
Foot in your face so now the fuck what.
Repeat to step up.
Your bound to get bruk.
See them fools run when CRO done.
My dying day.
It’s only my birth that made me this way.
And I’ll stay true till my dying day.
What happened to respect and keeping it real.
Stay true to your blood.
You know the deal.
High bodycount at our shows.
Us and your crew trading blows.
You come with disrespect and we will attack.
Recognise the strength, and payback the jack.


8. FIRST HAND HATE

Life is slow in the city.
Cramped up and breathless.
People bringing drama.
Constant shadow clouds up my mind.
But I know the London familia, are by our side.
When I walk these streets alone.
Head held high filled with pride.
Whatever shit I get into.
Know dem mans are by my side.
Can’t stop, won’t stop.
Can’t stop, won’t be stopped, we never give up.
Won’t stop.
No-one will dare to ever challenge us.
Ain’t no stopping us, we’ve come to far.
Show you what happens when you come to me.
With fake pain and misery.
Take you on a tour of these streets.
Where you’ll get a taste of real life.


9. BURNING INSIDE

Burning inside.
From the fire that you started.
No place to hide.
From the problems that you cause.
Push you aside.
As I deal with your shit.
Time to decide if you’ll accept your fate.
I take back every single thing I ever did for you.
You ain’t worth shit.
What a waste of our time.
Burning inside.


10. REMEMBRANCE DAY

Hold up, who’s this.
Someone’s gonna get killed soon tonight.
Wrong place, wrong time.
It’s your mistake so you’d better run now cunt.
You think your justified with the lies you spread.
I cannot handle this I wanna cut your face.
With my bloody hands, I won’t lay to rest.
I’m taking back what was said and done.
Your outcome is far from what I’ve become.
It’s time to introduce the way I was raised.
Sitting here patiently for that fatal day.
Never back down. The price you pay.
Had your chance you blew it.
Death warrant, you signed it.
I won’t ever rest, I will never rest.