Текст Kano – Home Sweet Home

no, they really dont know, most of these spitters roll blow so dont boast it’s like nasty and e’s cold, i say that cos my nigga d no and like deep road looks oh, he’s cold, these is all e’s bro’s 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 dont know K.A you dont NO (know) and if you aint on point then you dont roll, LOOK, i love the road, the tarmac the white lines, the double yellows 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 5 nights and i aint 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? cos before i’m shopping in byrites, i’m ah take action like Michael jackson and Buy rights, half a mill i’ll be quite nice, i dont want a SL5 an X5 and 5 bikes, i dont spend i’m quite tight, i love money dont get me wrong but it’s more what the songs like, you see me i aint 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 tree’s, cos living broke that’s hardly me, but being rich and legit thats hard to be, but i cant be bothered with bars of weed, i’d rather spit 16 bars for P’s, i kick down door’s no one didnt let him in, i been around but i’m far from a veteren, i bet u didnt know K’s been developing since plague and Pay as you go days, them days i wasnt on moves and dealing, i used to kick ball and make tapes for Deamon, now i make plates and tapes for Deamon, now i got a fan base and me their Feeling, I’m rapping now, so i’m stacking now i aint slacking now, travelling, Louis Vouiton bags i’m packing now, i aint 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 VRROOM, 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 1,2 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 21st of the 5th 85…..

Chorus:
Home sweet home, thats where i come from, where i got my knowledge of the road and the flow from,
Home sweet home, where the grass aint greener, of half hard workers half are dealers,
Home sweet home, where i feel meaner, so i spit trying to fill wembely arena