Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Is It, artist - Black Josh.
Date of issue: 22.11.2018
Song language: English
This Is It |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Yeah |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
This is it, this is it, this is it |
This is it, this is it, this is it |
This is it, this is it, this is it |
This is it man’s gone dark in the club |
Indulgence never really been a friend to the good |
I got a lotta problems that need de-foggin' |
Deep in the mist the Hood stays Robin |
Bloodstained cobbles, thug faced folley |
Ruptured bodies full of goof grade collie |
Must make money just to run weight fully |
Cos the cats round ‘ere don’t run they scurry |
Gully glamorous, hood chic |
Polyamorous with a ghetto mystique |
We love fast cos the hate comes quick |
Move like rats on a wayward ship |
Us faceless kids still breakin' ribs for the sake of chips |
Stay based in the bits |
Shadows of kings |
But the hoods like gallows in swing |
You know its coming bruvva |
-Black Josh- |
This is it boi, this is it, this is it |
This is it boi, this is it, this is it |
This is it boi, this is it, this is it |
I’m out the world like the Deathstar |
Still shinin' when it’s lights out |
Don’t think that I can’t get dark like the reaper with the scythe out |
I’m DVLGANG, I’m BLAH, Mikavelli, got it tatted on it |
I was touring for a month and now I’m goin' back to shottin' |
Livin' nasty like I’m a criminal gangsta goblin |
On the cream like Baskin Robins |
Keep a stack up in my pocket |
Leg em down they askin' for it |
Light em up just like the chronic |
My trap house just like a florist |
So high I can see who god is |
Lookin' down on a coke mirror |
I’m out here makin' bread but gettin' no dinner |
Rollin spliffs taking draws like no winner |
I ain’t taking L’s and I hope that you don’t kidda |
But if you smokin' L’s I might roll with ya |
Smoke a bone with ya |
And if you’re going on a trip I might stroll with ya |
My team going coast to coast with the sound so you better get to know nigga |
This is it boi, this is it, this is it |
This is it boi, this is it, this is it |
This is it boi, this is it, this is it |
-Yussuf Maleem- |
This is it ‘nough clowns in the gutter |
Shadows where the roaches wouldn’t scutter |
Land o' shoulda, woulda, coulda |
Cos they tried to keep us under |
We are the lightning and the thunder |
Taking pieces like a vulture |
Chase em off like a wolf |
Said they do it for the culture |
Shit we do it for the cult |
And to keep our bellies full like inns in the Bible |
Mug a student and we call it survival |
Start a movement they try follow the revival |
But can’t bring the cameras in the hood cos the insurance ain’t liable |
Nah |
And it’s the end of the line |
Went too deep |
Better stay woke cos the crooks don’t sleep |
Keep your phone in your jeans cos crooks here broke |
Lost sheep don’t make it home to little bo peep no no |