Verse 1
I dont wanna blow up thru out every era that ive been here
So far the underground circue has been fair
The home of hip-hop can you say you've been there?
If homes where the heart is then hip-hop lives right here
We've from UK and 2 you that might seem rare
Im stepping up now to make sure we seem clear
In every council estate we've got pure talent
But no-one don't care cuz we've seen as a challenge
I surpose we've never be the balance that your looking
You wanna dilute the realness of finger hooking
Most A 'N' R cats i've met were all shooking
Im lost for words if they don't bring a check book in
Im living in a place where you cud get your life tookin
For half stepping by kids that'll blast wepions
Pull up at the lights there have you out in half seconds
Thinking ruff hang around if your heart recons
Don't have to look for trouble-trouble it a find ya
Don't turn around it will be right behind ya
And September the 11th will remind ya
Nobody ain't to major no miner if your brocking the streets
Or in a brand new recliner grab your dicks n girls grab your vaginas
Pay the pound 2 provide the punch-liner
Might look young but im a real old timer
Been around ever since the days i could be down
You can check my resionay the evidence can be found
For ever been blessing my friends with sounds
Before they had the lino for spinning on the ground
Since then shits changed mad shits gone down
But we've still getting down to this same old sound
Its hip-hop its good shit for rocking the crowd
Where there ain't no space for mistakes allowed
I feel pround if im leaveing crowds crying for more
This year im really thinking bout trying to tour
Is hip-hop worth dieing for?
If your lifes on the line then your only crime is being poor
This time around i feel i want more
I wanna see my sons future set sacure
Without having to go out and start breaking the law
Cuz im sick of sitting in the flat shotting the draw
Im sick of watching everday come and go by
Telling titch and fatboy hold your head high
Ive seen others go watching there mothers cry
Thinking why did my boy have to die?
Still we've try as others might choose to get high
But we must uprise thrue to get by
It dont take 2-much to figure out the facts
Bout whos bringing in all the coke n the crack
This week my girl got her throat slashed in the flats
By some cats looking for cash 4 there crack
And we've the kids whos left faceing the facts
Now youths are looking mobiles to match there straps
Its fashion everybodys ready for the action
Ready for the mashing and thugging it with a passion
Only takes 2 egos to start clashing
bullets start flying n the blood start splashing
Social wages really climaxing everyday i see it getting worst by a fraction
Droughts for the weed but none of that crack ting
Cuz nobody round here is going to be relaxing
Cuz this ain't a white or black thing
Its if your living int he council flats on a brack ting
Cuz they've got us on a lab rat thing
So im just gonna keep a-rapping
You lot keep your necks snapping n fuck the hook
WHAT? fuck the hook

Nice!! This has a good flow to it. There are a few stretched line's which did mess it a bit. but nothing to serious. Your rhyme's are decent but do come thru a little bit weak in a few place's. Try using more multi's. This will raise the level of your peice and make it more complex.
nice drop. keep them coming....pz