i m inna there were trendy wannabes staring in my face as i stepped to the place i could taste their glare tall hair small hair nuff shapes of hair swinging out blabber with the coin to spare me myself i only got five quid to spend and once i ve broken this note my pockets on a bend supping on a brew so my vibe gets stirred feeling kind of brave as my vision is blurred skeets in the place they blow my mind i rehearse my approach and i picks my time second thoughts at last would distress my night so i was just content with them sight it were me on my jack jones lone getting down freaking to the sound as the bass bins pound i m inna cotching at the bar side taking in the view press luck trying to scrounge me a next pint of brew it s not my regular spot see i know nobody so i assume the role of some tender somebody to attract the attention of some cat with some dough be it jane or flo i m slick with god flow looking down at my feet tender written cross my face hoping that some skeet aids my case twenty minutes pass and i gets no joy i brainstormed in a gear for my plan deployed it was a skeet behind the bar almost dark as me needed a drink so her dream lover had to be me i said hon i love the way you work that square i know you s a ten and you got nice hair i blew she two kisses two tries and i misses third time lucky i m hitting the target she s warming to my vibe looking deep into my eyes i m spewing out lies but she s none the wiser said i can t find my bredren with my twenty pound note i m feeling kind of hoarse in the throat she steps to the brew tap pumps me a brew i said hon i really don t expect this of you pushed the brew to my hand and i grips it tight turns her back and i slips out of sight i m inna  back in the midst of them sweaty boogie folk some cat comes up and tries to sell me some smoke i said what you got weed or hash he said hash i said i don t smoke that but i ll take a quick blast it was a potent cocktail this hash and brew i flips acting like i m not known to do strips down to my waist i was feeling hot getting wild sensations from my head to my in a drunken stupor sweating on this skeet the company of us cats they didn t want to keep then in came my bartender friend and two bouncers accusing me of theft lord knows i should ve left but this buzz in me was like grinning up my jaw before i knew shite i were flat pon the floor inna man 1
['electronica', 'ninja', 'trip hop', 'turntablism', 'uk hip hop']