Lyrics Alone - Doc Brown, Reveal

Alone

Anyone who knows me, knows that I smoke weed/
Kush by the bush, O. G by the OZ/
We get Amnesia and Cheese by the whole tree/
Weed that I bring out will stink out your whole street/
What Fam?
you can start bringing out your whole team/
We can even swing it over old beef/
Venomous, flow Dangerous like Tony/
Past couple years like Kareem I been Lowkey/
Anyone who knows me, knows that I’m Persian/
But not the funny type, more like the Gully version/
The get money version, my breddas put the work in/
Won’t leave home without the weapon on their person/
‘Cos I seen the slugs start bursting and blood start squirting/
Don’t wannabe victims that’s certain/
I don’t like mixing with ignorant persons/
That’s similar to slipping into a pit full of serpents/
Anyone who knows me knows I’m my own man/
Anything I got fam, I earned from my own hands/
Alone on the road roam land like a nomad/
And no man, I won’t take shit from no man/
Grown man, flow for them veteran road man/
Who invested their own dough and now they own land/
Bu these youngers done messed up the program/
‘Dro so peng that they’re bent off their own grams/
Every single night on a hype thing, knife fighting/
Until the feds done invested in phone taps/
Look, I don’t wanna make friends, don’t wanna hold hands/
Alone on my own I don’t need no gang/
I represent life on the front line/
Never been one that’d run from thug life/
Hit ‘em wid the punchline bring it in like one time/
Kill ‘em on the riddim like I drill ‘em with the blunt nine/
And I rep those dealing with a tough time/
Living in the drug grind/
Trying to get by in the tough climb/
On the rise like guncrime/
Sick of life in a climate that’s unkind/
Sometimes all I want is to lie in the sunshine/
With my live chick, light spliffs and unwind/
Blood, I never acted like a hater/
I’m the nice guy type that says Hi to neighbours/
I represent those with a real life/
‘Cos I been on road and I know what it feels like/
Trying to make dough when your broke and you feel hype/
Alone on the road on my own but it feels right/
Anyone who knows me knows that I rep road/
West London get dough from the get go/
Got straps cocked back and ain’t afraid to let go/
Step, get your severed head sent home/
Really it’s a bit disturbing/
I get lyrical with my syllables and fit the words in/
And in clubs we don’t queue, see my click they burst in/
It’s funny ‘cos when we come in we see your click dispersing/
Flow so cold blow blizzards and whirlwinds/
Lyrical magician think wizard like Merlin/
I try get through to you, try tell truth to you/
I am the One like Roman numerals/
I’m Alone all on my own/
That’s how I roll on the road/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
I ain’t lonely/
I’m Alone all on my own/
Me versus the globe/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
Babes you know me/
Yeah, looks like I’m back on my own again/
Back on the road again/
Trying to get O’s of some ‘Dro to get dough again/
Every two seconds on the phone again/
‘Cos I ain’t feeling being broke again/
Keep shit tight, ‘cos if breddas see an opening/
They will start closing in/
No I ain’t dope.
I’m Opium/
Straight from the Poppy flower bud when you open it/
Flows are officially an Opiate/
Most of my life I’ve been ducking and diving/
Struggling, Hustling, Fuckery surviving/
A soldier, I roll on and just keep striding/
Alone on my own but that’s just how I like it/
This is my life, that’s how I write it/
Look through my eyelids, you might not like it/
Perceptions twisted like light in your iris/
Strike with preciseness/
Venom with a light twist/
You never met a bredder like this/
See my rhymes are like nines on the hip/
But my nines are like rhymes on the lips/
So whenever I spit flows/
You’re gonna get your mind ripped/
Plus get your spine split/
(Yo Revs, CALM DOWN!)
Nah, fuck it I don’t want to/
Alone I will come to your road and hunt you/
Always stand firm like Wing-Chun Kung Fu/
Even if it means I will bleed from a gun wound/
(Mehrak Aroom!)
Nah, fuck it I don’t want to/
Lemme tell 'em bout the weed me and Mahdyar bun through/
You could bring a Ton through/
That’d get bunned too/
Remember that light green Cheese that I brung to you/
Yeah, that was wonderfull/
Bruv, much love to you/
Next time I re-up I will send a couple buds through/
But, let me get back to the program/
Alone on my own, roam land like a nomad/
Anyone who knows me, knows I’m a lone G/
What that means is that I do my dirt all by my lonelies/
Boss of my own P/
Nobody owns me/
Trying to build something I can own in these cold streets/
Misunderstood, always get funny looks/
Fuck Police, 'cos Police don’t run my hood/
I run with crooks but I got my head stuck in books/
A contradiction, my diction is London hood/
But Iran is where I Come from, look/
Into my mind, it’s twisted like labyrinth mazes/
Trying to break chains and escape from my cages/
Alone but feel home in several places/
Life is a progression of stages/
From getting them papers, to stepping on stages/
To repping Iranians, to lectures at Cambridge/
I’ll always be me but with several faces/
E-Road, we don’t need ‘Dro, we grow/
Realer than Perico you bredders are some repro/
I’m Alone all on my own/
That’s how I roll on the road/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
I ain’t lonely/
I’m Alone all on my own/
Me versus the globe/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
Babes you know me/