Home Sweet Home

Yo, yo, Mike, man

This is the one, man

It's gonna blow 'em away

Let me teach these

It's Kane, man, let me explain, man

I'm trying to perfect my flow flows

So my doe grows loads, like Pinocchio's nose

No, they really don't know

Most of these spitters roll blow so don't boast

It's like nasty and E's cold

I say that 'cause my **** D know and like deep road looks oh

He's cold, these is all E's bros home sweet home

I speak slow, so the road can understand what I mean

So, when I mean business what I mean is pro

And when I'm a little broke what I need is dough

And I speak low, I'm all alone, I just go where I need to go

But if you don't know KA you don't know

And if you ain't on point then you don't roll

Look, I love the road, the tarmac the white lines

The double yellow the zig zags and the bright lights

I hate being in the limelight

But I love being on the page or on the stage at prime time

I'm having fun so time flies I'm having none so I find fights

One every five nights and I ain't weak I can rhyme tight but just let

Me let the beat say something for a second, that fine Mike?

You know of vice versa but should I have had my money straight

Before I got my mind right?

'Cause before I'm shopping in byrites

I'ma take action like Michael Jackson and buy rights

Half a mill I'll be quite nice

I don't want a SL5 an X5 and five bikes

I don't spend I'm quite tight, I love money don't get me wrong

But it's more what the songs like

You see me I ain't hard to please

I just wanna spit these bars and breeze

I just wanna sit in cars with the keys

Put my mum in a place where palms are the trees

'Cause living broke that's hardly me

But being rich and legit that's hard to be

But I can't be bothered with bars of weed

I'd rather spit sixteen bars for P's

I kick down doors no one didn't let him in

I  been around but I'm far from a veteran

I bet you didn't know K's

Been developing since plague and Pay as you Go days

Them days I wasn't on moves and dealing

I used to kick ball and make tapes for Daemon

Now I make plates and tapes for Demon

Now I got a fan base and me they're feeling

I'm rapping now, so I'm stacking now

I ain't slacking now, traveling, Louis Vuitton bags I'm packing now

I ain't trying to do crime all my life I'm cracking down

But nights got my tracking now

I was a slow starter but I'm Zattin now, vroom

I used to get air but now I get poom poom

See you when I get there

Get where laid back in a deck chair on private islands

You go area and get air

All I say is, yo, one, two, check check, yeah

It's Kano in the house then

They know in the house to say no when I shout

Do I play

Fuck rolling about I'm over and I'm out

My first tune blew sold over a thou

It's on when I lift the Mic

But I knew I would burst on a different vibe

Since the twenty first of the fifth eighty five

Home sweet home

That's where I come from

Where I got my knowledge of the road and the flow from

Home sweet home

Where the grass ain't greener,  half hard workers half are dealers

Home sweet home

Where I feel meaner, so I spit trying to fill Wembley Arena