That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away 'Cause there's sense in what I say I'm forty-fifth generation Roman But I don't know 'em or care when I'm spitting So return to your sitting position and listen It's fitting, I'm miles ahead and they chase me Show your face on TV then we'll see, you can't do half My crew laughs at your rhubarb-and-custard verses You rain down curses but I'm waving your hearses driving by Streets riding high with the beats in the sky All stare, eyes glazed, garage burnt down The fire raged for forty days and in forty ways But through the blaze they see it fade The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces Then a figure emerges from the wastage Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze One hand clutching his sword raised to the sky They wonder how, they wonder why The sky turns white, it all becomes clear They felt lifted from their fears They shed tears, in the light after six dark years Young bold soldiers, the fire burns, crackles and smolders Five years older and wiser The fires are burning, on fire, never tire Slay warriors in the forests, and on higher we sing Hear the strings rising, the war's over, the bells ring Memories fading, soldiers slaying, looks like geezers raving The hazy fog over the bullring, the lazy ways the birds sing A new baby's born everyday, few men may be scorned today But look at things the other way cause it may well be your final day And then crowds roar, they slay, they all say I produced this using only my bare wit Give me a jungle, a garage beat, and admit defeat Use war and past injuries, my metaphor is simile Get all applications in to me before the deadline 'Cause it's a fine line between strife full time and a life of crime But you will reach the day And it's all mine, you can take it or leave it I shake and reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix In the afterlife gladiators meet their maker Float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water To the next life from the fortress Away from the knives and slaughter, to their wives and daughters Once more before the Lord judges over all of us It's in the is place you'll see me Brace yourself cause this goes deep I'll show you the secrets to sky and the birds Actions speak louder than words Stand by me, my apprentice Be brave, clench fists
Has this ever been used for walk outs in mma/boxing or film scenes. Its a huge instrumental. I only listened to the streets albums in full last summer and this as an intro to their debut just blew me away
Brentford FC have used it this past season in anticipation of the teams coming onto the pitch. It works very well and I think definitely should be used in the contexts you mention
+botis seva no sorry mate, this is the only place I uploaded it. You could try offliberty - a good RU-vid downloader that doesn't compress the audio as much as YTtoMP3.
That's it, turn the page on the day, walk away 'Cause there's sense in what I say I'm forty-fifth generation Roman But I don't know 'em or care when I'm spitting So return to your sitting position and listen It's fitting, I'm miles ahead and they chase me Show your face on TV then we'll see, you can't do half My crew laughs at your rhubarb-and-custard verses You rain down curses but I'm waving your hearses driving by Streets riding high with the beats in the sky All stare, eyes glazed, garage burnt down The fire raged for forty days and in forty ways But through the blaze they see it fade The sea of black, the beaming heat on their faces Then a figure emerges from the wastage Eyes transfixed with a piercing gaze One hand clutching his sword raised to the sky They wonder how, they wonder why The sky turns white, it all becomes clear They felt lifted from their fears They shed tears, in the light after six dark years Young bold soldiers, the fire burns, crackles and smolders Five years older and wiser The fires are burning, on fire, never tire Slay warriors in the forests, and on higher we sing Hear the strings rising, the war's over, the bells ring Memories fading, soldiers slaying, looks like geezers raving The hazy fog over the bullring, the lazy ways the birds sing A new baby's born everyday, few men may be scorned today But look at things the other way cause it may well be your final day And then crowds roar, they slay, they all say I produced this using only my bare wit Give me a jungle, a garage beat, and admit defeat Use war and past injuries, my metaphor is simile Get all applications in to me before the deadline 'Cause it's a fine line between strife full time and a life of crime But you will reach the day And it's all mine, you can take it or leave it I shake and reveal stage tricks like Jimi Hendrix In the afterlife gladiators meet their maker Float through the wheat fields and lakes of blue water To the next life from the fortress Away from the knives and slaughter, to their wives and daughters Once more before the Lord judges over all of us It's in the is place you'll see me Brace yourself cause this goes deep I'll show you the secrets to sky and the birds Actions speak louder than words Stand by me, my apprentice Be brave, clench fists
