Fast Lava
Don't make me smash your melon up
Try throwin shade on melanin
Send them 7-UP
I'm better bitter with the lemon in
They put their boots on our ground
I put my roots in their ground
I put my truth in this sound
I'll spit my truth and it's brown
I don't give a fuck about the cash you stack
Or the crown on your skull you ain't Basquiat
Or the prince of Denmark so rizzy boy
Piss on their benchmarks til white kids wanna be Paks
Your brown planet, it's gonna be that
The man frown, panic, and wanting me out
But I'm outstanding 'cause I stand out
Where I was standing there's gonna be plaques
It's my house
I'll spit my truth and it's brown
I'll spit my truth and it's brown
Who made you cool it's me
Who gave you jewelry
Gave you real food to eat
Mughal turned Mowgli
Not gonna ask for it back it's mine
Them bastards don't want a Pak to shine
Leave the tea leaves I'll spell out the sign
That, that, that, that's mine
Them a try pulling me down I'm not having that
Swam too far to drown it's my habitat
Buried in a English fields you can't dig us out
Riots, we turned Bradford to Karbala
Just wanna zoot, cuppa tea & my country back
Porsche with portion mixed grill my sadaqah
Live with mum bought a Beamer
'Cause heavens at her feet, Wilmslow road on Eid's Medina
I'll spit my truth and it's brown
Try throwin shade on melanin
Send them 7-UP
I'm better bitter with the lemon in
They put their boots on our ground
I put my roots in their ground
I put my truth in this sound
I'll spit my truth and it's brown
I don't give a fuck about the cash you stack
Or the crown on your skull you ain't Basquiat
Or the prince of Denmark so rizzy boy
Piss on their benchmarks til white kids wanna be Paks
Your brown planet, it's gonna be that
The man frown, panic, and wanting me out
But I'm outstanding 'cause I stand out
Where I was standing there's gonna be plaques
It's my house
I'll spit my truth and it's brown
I'll spit my truth and it's brown
Who made you cool it's me
Who gave you jewelry
Gave you real food to eat
Mughal turned Mowgli
Not gonna ask for it back it's mine
Them bastards don't want a Pak to shine
Leave the tea leaves I'll spell out the sign
That, that, that, that's mine
Them a try pulling me down I'm not having that
Swam too far to drown it's my habitat
Buried in a English fields you can't dig us out
Riots, we turned Bradford to Karbala
Just wanna zoot, cuppa tea & my country back
Porsche with portion mixed grill my sadaqah
Live with mum bought a Beamer
'Cause heavens at her feet, Wilmslow road on Eid's Medina
I'll spit my truth and it's brown
Credits
Writer(s): Rizwan Ahmed, Thomas Richard Calvert
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