Georgetown (Explicit) - Loyle Carner/John Agard

Lyrics by：Madlib/Loyle Carner/John Agard

Composed by：Madlib/Loyle Carner/John Agard

Ah listening to yu wid de keen half of mih ear

An when I sleep at night I close half a eye

Consequently when I dream I dream half a dream

An when moon begin to glow I half-caste human being

Cast half a shadow

Be afraid

Love more to make a visit than a poem

Seek introductions favors influences

No thank you

No I thank you and again I thank you

Yeah uh small man cast a big shadow

Ready and raggo heart stay dodging from the arrow

Skin of my teeth late nights I was paro

Sweet to the bone to the marrow the marshmallow

Yeah wonder why the waters so shallow

The sun was my ally the night was my gallows

Uh cooking up the chips in the tallow

Invisibility cloak like the hallows

Black like tobacco black like the lungs that my dad

Smoked away in the days that the hate stayed narrow

I'm from the age where the hate seems macro

We keep a little oil in the afro The Black Sparrow

Hit the high seas straight like Sopranos

The streets still hot like Serrano saran wrap

Around the bad taps so we had to grab the hose

Let the cold water flow over man's nose

Yeah I'm black like the key on the piano

White like the keys on the piano low ammo

Uh black like the key on the piano

White like the key on the piano

Fascinated by the pyramids masquerading as the infamous

Reminisce thirteen back flipping and ninja kicks

Was emceeing but no one getting me into this

Been emceeing since I found out this **** exists

This **** that fills the pain as the wisdom spits

Out of the ink and drip the feels of the wings unclipped

The beats I ripped 'til I got sent a batch of my own

Now I let the speakers bang out your home

Uh and let the words flow out my dome

As a spoken poem let it levitate your zone

I'm the homegrown preacher the creeper Thai not sativa

But these days I wouldn't smoke either

S-O-B-E-R I take a breather

Pink lungs yo I got my mind looking cleaner

The deep sleeper ayo I came back sweeter

Can't lie I'm still afraid of Grim Reaper

Uh put another nto the ether

I hit the corner giving twenty pounds to Peter

It's like that key on the piano

Black like the key on the piano no ammo

Ayo I'm white like the key on the piano

Black like the key on the piano no ammo

When Tchaikovsky sit down at dah piano

An mix a black key wid a white key

Is a half-caste symphony