Foreign Beggars - Mind Out [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Yeah
Underground Alliance
Underground Alliance
What's gwanin Dag on the production
Yeah, Skrein
UNDERLINE

[Verse 1: Skrein]
With me and Hip Hop, nothing can come between
I'm hungry, watch me munch the scene
Sick it all up and shout 'Fuck The Queen'
Get my lyrical mug and make a cup of tea
With some digestives and a custard cream
Roll up a spliff and fuck my b
Dig out the poom-poom and bust my seed
Shake off the excess and tuck my piece
Back in my boxers and dust to leave
[?] at the bus stop and bun some cheese
With a smile as wide as a disabled toilet
It was your time, I'm sorry I spoiled it
I cry 'Underline' and laugh out loud
Watching my brederens on stage makes me so proud
Alliance, underground
Fuck the class As blud just bun it down

[Hook] x 2
Mind out (mind out)
It's Skrein now (it's Skrein now)
Villa High town (Villa High town)
Underground Alliance, easy, easy

[Verse 2: Skrein]
Yeah, angel existence
Highgate, pastimes
Camden pictures
Harringate [?]
Barnet skinhead
[?]
Archways listener
Islington's home and
Walk on more pavements than postman
Me and Old Man Winter hold hands
Newcastle's where my bro stands
Musley Hill's boring, Hampstead Heath's so nang
Mid-September, picking shrooms
Me, Lambo and Doobs sipping brews
And licking zoots, three-piece meal of chicken food
Dinsbury Park, wicked shoes
Walk the tightrope, sport a Nike coat
Crisp like biscuit, nice cloak, quiet joke
Life's slow, but we ain't gotta wait for it
All of London's youth - life's what you make of it

[Hook] x 2
I ain't never need to snort coke
I can drink a glass of water and I'm pure joke
Smell the draw-smoke
North London, deep brederen
Naff Laden, Hip Hop's Keith Chegwin
On crack, on some triple six shit
In matching tracksuits like Jim'll Fix It
Without medallions or receding hairlines
I'm underground challenging airtime
They say 'Yeah, Skrein what's happening?'
Nothing but a cheap chain and a plastic ring
I'll keep rapping ming, 'stead of cashing in
But we'd all love fifty grand and that's the thing
Trumpets sound, that's the king
Oh no he's the jester cos he gots the bling
Cos all I wanna do is drink, rap and smoke
Make love to my girl slow and crack some joke

Ha ha ha ha
Oi, you cheeky slag
Naff off

[Hook] x 2

[Outro]
Underground Alliance (easy, easy)
Death defiance (easy, easy)
Foreign Beggars (easy, easy)
TMF (easy, easy, easy, easy, easy, easy)
Fam in flames(easy, easy)
Pikey (easy, easy)
Double Vision(easy, easy, easy, easy, easy, easy)

UNDERLINE