LYRICS
1. Sleepless City
Alright
It goes through London, yes
Can’t even take the train
It’s shit in here
Can’t trust no one here, no
What’s he looking at
What’s he looking at
He’s trying to look at me?
Trying to break people down for fun
Looking at night
Try, yeah
Not sure, no
I’m in the depths of London
Straight up in the depths of a dungeon
Come with me, come with me to wait for this
Yes it’s my hype
See, I’m whatever, as long as it’s London’s nightlife
You can’t act bright
These funny fassies will kick in your windpipe,
listen
So, welcome to the London that never sleeps,
yeah,
Will Never Dream –
Can’t – and will never see
Sighs run out while you’re counting sheep
Stock for presenter
For the paper people with the hidden agenda
Smiling faces going on
See. I’m drunk in a zone
Still looking still exquisite
Yes it’s my hype
See I’m wherever as long as it’s London’s Nightlife
Can’t act bright
See these funny fassies will kick in your windpipe
So welcome, one of the cities that never sleep
Yeah while you’re counting sheep
People with their smiling faces and their
hidden agenda
It’s all for paper
I can’t go nowhere
Man I’m restricted in ways people would never know
I’ve been hidden for days
My hidden is crazed
So though my style is the crage
MC Utta
I come from Paris
At night, people are arrogant
Rage seething through their teeth
Most of the time you can get hit
When you go into certain neighbourhoods
Where at night the gangsters are high
And like to rap stoned, conning the druggies.
Always armed
They look at you
Scared witless and you can start to cry
I’m warning you, don’t go in these hoods
You might live to regret it
You’d better go have a laugh with druggies in a
club or at a party
But you’ve got to be invited to have a good time
Yes, that’s life in Paris, dick head
I’m finished and now
I am gonna take my last hit
MC Marcel (translated from the French)
Friday night, I’m not feeling too good. It’s not that
I’m ill, but you know…
Who will it be, a blond or a ginger girl?
In this night life, no one knows who’s going to
get lucky.
I get out of bath, got ready for one more night...
This is night life.
So we carry on climbing. Girls, boys, staring at
each other...’Cause it’s night life.
I’m in the club now. My music is playing but I need
some motivation to start dancing.
I see a girl, dressed all in red. I feel hypnotised
and I am eyeing her up and down. She confused
me, wanted something from me…This is night life.
As her dancing partner, I had to protect her;
I asked her if she wanted a drink…This is night life.
So we carried on climbing. I saw my friend – he
was lying on the floor – and I asked him,
“what happened, bro?” He said, it’s night life.
This is night life, it’s what happens…and we carry
on climbing. This is night life.
I was at home feeling lonely, so I got in my car and
invited my neighbour; we drove into the night
looking for some entertainment. When we found it,
there was so much of it.
MC’s music filling the air – I wanted to dance but
the girls wouldn’t let me.
I got a girl and found a quiet place. She said,
“love, I wanna be with you”. The atmosphere’s
getting hot, you know what it’s like.
After a while I started to understand that all she
wanted was to do it with me. It’s night life you
know…This is a project to describe night life so…
I looked in my wallet but didn’t find any rubbers;
she looked at me and said that it didn’t matter.
I was happy…looking at her body, all natural.
She looked like Pamela.
I explored her body like bosses exploit their
workers.
Love was so strong it smelt of burning.
This is night life
That’s it…it’s night life
MC Quick Latino (translated from the Portuguese and Spanish)
2. S’alright
Everything’s gonna be alright
Whether the morning
Whether the night
I must’ve took you girl
On a night flight
Land in the morning
Feel high
End up in a hotel – Excel
For you girl
She’s not scared, so
Room service I ring the bell
Champagne? I might as well
Bit o’ bit o’ brandy – Martell
That’s when I move in
For the kill
I said in a minute
My goddamn willy
MC Magic
Fourteen years old, still on the road
It’s raining out here, I’m freezing cold
I was playing football, until it got too late
Just jammin jammin
How long’s this gonna take?
Too scared to go home, and get screamed at
So I jam in the flats
And kick back
Cars driving by
And I’m just getting high
I think to myself
It’s cool
Don’t worry
Nats, Don’t worry
It’s one am
Don’t worry
I duck from the flats
See bare crackhead cats
I hold on to my football
With all my might
God knows what will happen to me tonight
I see one dickhead guy
He says “hi”
He’s like,
“What you doing?
Where you going?
Come Chill”
MC Sweetie