Lace up your Trainers I

Don’t travel, Dribble,

Across the gravel, don’t let defence have you

Create avenues, To line up your 3 points

Ally oup & case the joint

I’m Gonna make you sweat, stretch, expand the chest

By the way, big hands are best

Hold the ball like a globe

wearing shades to avoid the strobe, & Goal for goal, Yo !

Slow motion is not an option

Don’t just stand there, watch them & spot them

Just stop them, in their tracks

Midfield, organise and get back

Create the play and open it up

If you Penetrate defence, Then you’ve broken it up

Give chase, in order to win this race

Do not lose face, cause that’s a waste

Learn from your fellow Athletes

Earn your respect on the back streets

Score Hatricks, Celebrate by doing back-flips

Now, how hot is that shit

(2002)

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Cold as Steel

I thought I told you don’t come round here no more,
Walk back through that door,
You don’t want to know the score,
This is real, its cold as steel,

…

This is real, its cold as steel,

…

I just layed out my suitcase on the floor
I just walked through that door,
You don’t want to know the score,
This is real, its cold as steel,

Here me out,

This is real, its cold as steel,

Mad skill, adil

No excuses for the law,
I’m broke; don’t mean I’m poor,
I already know the score,
This is real, its cold as steel,

Here me out,

This is real, its cold as steel,

…

I’m always falling on the floor,
Since the age of four,
I so realise the score
This is real, its cold as steel,

Here me out,

This is real, its cold as steel,

Mad skill, adil

(Copyright. Adil Chaudry. 2008)

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