| From the dawn of time they came, travelling silently down through the centuries,
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| devoted to the ancient code of leisurewear and smoking draw, upon completing
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| their journey, they assembled in the spiritual epicentre of all things safe and
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| thus began the task of converting all unsafe un-believers
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| 'ere we go, feel my fukin' flow
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| Like john luc piccard from star-trek, the show
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| We’re living life hard and smoking on the joe
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| Page three model giving my c*** a blow
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| I’m not square but you’re wrecked if you tangle
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| With a chain like mine that goes fukin' jingle jangle
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| I know all the bouncers, I never have to wait
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| They even gives me all the fukin' draw they confiscate
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| Sit down and rest your bones
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| Put the glc loud on your fukin' headphones
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| Show us a bong and smoke two cones
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| And have a game of snooker down fukin' Capones
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| Some people believe hip-hop's from Harlem
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| Fcuk that we’re coming live from St Balam
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| Keepin' it raw for the tricky third album
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| Keeping it slick for the nuns in Llantarnam
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| You, you knows it and you’re safe as fuk… Innit
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| My mind’s filled with electricity
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| I wanted to do this shit since the age of three
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| But then I didn’t know about the glc
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| So I bought a fukin' chain and jumped from a tree
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| To the floor, then learnt to smoke draw
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| I met up with my mate, P Xain and some more
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| We got wrecked and went fukin' mad
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| And made a few songs that upset my dad
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| Some of them were sick and some were insane
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| And we lost a band member who’s name was Hussain
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| He went away for a week and a day
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| And he hasn’t come back so his rhymes, he can’t say
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| Adam Hussain did too much cocaine
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| There were too many drugs running through his veins
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| Two thousand pounds overdrawn on his statement
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| Now he’s doing cold turkey in the fukin' basement
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| I got drunk and was sick in the bogs
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| And on the long walk home through
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| I go’s down town to the talisman
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| To sell ectasy from the back of a van
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| Delivering lyrics that’ll cut you like a razor
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| Traveling at the speed of light, just like a laser
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| Fuk with your head, didn’t mean to phase ya
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| I like dressing up, spa — trainers, tracksuit and a blazer
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| You, you knows it and you’re safe as fuk… Innit
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| Suckin' and smokin' marijuana
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| Having a drink and dancing in Cubana
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| I go’s down there with a girl called Alana
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| Apparently she works in Havana
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| I go’s down town with no apprehension
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| I go’s to the shop and I buys ten Benson
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| And the guy behind the counter, he asks us to mention
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| I’m in the glc and they’re out of the question
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| He says, 'get out, you make me feel sick'
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| So I walks away and calls him a prick
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| I go’s down the leisure-centre and uses the gym
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| And afterwards I have a swim
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| I got thrown out for smokin' the draw
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| And lying on the ladies changing room floor
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| They said, 'get out, son, you’ve done this before
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| You even got caught naked on the M4'
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| They were sick, but they were right
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| He was sick in the mind but he had a good night
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| The glc, they’re fukin' intense
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| But they can make a hundred quid outta fifty pence
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| You feel the pressure, it feels fukin' intense
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| But the glc makes loads of fukin' sense
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| When you think about it, it makes loads of sense
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| But when you don’t think about it, I don’t make no sense
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| You, you knows it and you’re safe as fuk… Innit
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| It’s like a foreign language, like german or dutch
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| You listen for a while but you don’t know much
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| So you sit down for a couple of hours, you see
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| It starts to make sense, it’s the glc
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| It’s all about having tracksuits and chains
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| And getting wrecked and fukin' puking out your brains
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| Or blasting your ring with loads of weird shit
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| Cos you’re fuked up on drugs and you fukin' love it
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| If you wanna converse then you gotta learn the lingo
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| It’s a game like darts or some bingo
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| Traveling in a car fast down the road
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| The glc, it’s like a fukin' code
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| It gets you into places that make your mind explode
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| Like the women’s bogs up the fukin' Toad
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| Don’t stop it and save a few quid on barbers
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| It was fukin' murder from the start
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| The glc are like fine art
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| I gotta say, you knows it, clart
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| You, you knows it and you’re safe as fuk
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| You, you knows it and you’re safe as fuk
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| You, you knows it and you’re safe as fuk
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| You, you knows it and you’re safe as fuk… Innit
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| Goldie lookin' chain, safe as fuk for the year 02, respect to the Maindee boys,
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| glc, back once again
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| The Pill massive, Steady crew, Beechwood Posse, Risca, Alway, Barrack Hill,
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| Baneswell, Handpost, Belle view, Massive respect to Lloyd Ganja 99,
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| safe as fcuk, you knows it! |