This Is It - Black Josh, Truthos Mufasa, Yussuf Maleem

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