| I’ve been framed
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| I’m in the bike game
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| I’m Mikill Pane
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| Catch me racing through the city
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| Causing havoc in the cycle lane
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| I ride this silver charge plug ten
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| And I’m a mad man
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| Mum says «Wear a helmet» or I’m gonna need a CAT scan
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| Speeding is my specialty
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| I tend to get it right
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| Popping upon my pedals like
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| What the fuck’s a red light?
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| Everyone in London knows Mikill Pane’s name
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| Cause I zip across the junctions
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| Like I’m YKK HEY!
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| They shout mad abuse at me
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| And pick their wing mirrors up
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| I ain’t lost my mind
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| I’ve given it up
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| I’m a wild fixie punk
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| And even if I hit the ground too
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| I’m frankly nasty
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| Tonight Matthew I plan to be kamikaze
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| I won’t deny it
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| I’m a nutty rider
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| If you wanna roll with me
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| Bring your bike and your helmet
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| Cause I can’t help it
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| I can’t control my speed
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| If you can handle bars
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| Let down your mudguard
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| And let me in
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| I’m just trying to pedal shit
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| But I’m not selling anything
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| I crash for them
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| And then back on the rider seat
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| Before my wounds heal
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| Foolish fake MC’s run out of gas
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| I keep it two wheel
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| I’m a different kind of street
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| And that’s just how I talk
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| So why mention a knife
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| When I can brag about my forks
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| I don’t want to derail you
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| Throw you of the track
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| I keep my flow
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| Just like my chain brother
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| There’s no room for the slack
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| There’s no feeling like you get from this
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| I’ve really got a habit
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| The irony of the high MC
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| That’s in the bottom bracket
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| I’m not sure what the passion stems from
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| But I know this is the best yet
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| I’m fully 'Ride Or Die' from my toe-clips
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| To my head set
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| I wanna ride with you ride with you
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| So I’ve got to see a cycle inside of you
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| And I’ll be cranky
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| 'Cos I know that we’ll be great
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| But I don’t have any brakes
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| So I might really frighten you
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| Up, up, up
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| I won’t, I won’t, I won’t
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| Up, up, up
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| I won’t, I won’t, I won’t |