Lyrics
Sometimes it’s like this city is a beast, belly rumbelin', ground crumblin'
underneath my feet, or Maybe you could have been a metalworm, with lost youth train surfin' in pursuit
of a better world tired of being overlooked, rather looked as a crook than
haven’t been seen at all on the day the they close the books and I swear one
day you gon' know my name, about to sign it in to the hall of fame,
with a big drippin' inc pen, status of a king-pin, eye’s of the beholder,
police saying that I’m insane others saying that I’ve been framed,
but nobody knows nobody so everybody say what they will say
The enno nemeti from the innocenti, to the Adele men backfire how our odd
emetics and how we hot end to these maybe make us graff writers!
Illegal, its how we’re leading our lives. Illegal want you to know we won’t
change until the day we die
Just call us Illegal but we do it with style wasting your time trying to make
us do the right, Illegal that’s how we’re leading our lives
You know the system is a fraud and didn’t give a shit about us now we’re
decorating walls, the troublemakers only way to get attention the kid in the
back of the class getting detention, this place is so shitty its time we go and
hit it, leave the dirty work to us we’re self-employed and committed,
it’s what made us the knight’s of the dark the original purveyor’s of true
freedom and art, hah!
The enno nemeti from the innocenti, to the Adele men backfire our odd emetics
and how we hot end to these maybe make us graff writers! Illegal,
its how we’re leading our lives. Illegal want you to know we won’t change
until the day we die
Just call us Illegal but we do it with style wasting your time trying to make
us do the right, Illegal thats how we’re leading our lives
Somehow its like this world is a mirage, no hope for the hopeless,
no answers from the gods! Nobody is responsible, there’s nothing to be done!
but file the paper work, back to work. Keep living on the run, if you don’t
fit in the puzzle your piece will be left behind. Seems impossible to say the
least to leave the life of crime. If your love was banned of the government,
your passport’s no good, you were the one of those not supposed to make it from the hood. You were self medicating or looking like too much fun.
To ambitious with your dreams to change what the world’s become,
to vicious to plottin' colorsceems, bombin' was the smithereens.
The long arm of the law don’t chase the dealers, but the thieves.
Chase the homeless, not the owners of house and they can’t effort this,
the side to keep their crosshairs on the kids out on the corners.
The least fortunate is always the first to get cuffed, The 1% got ways to shut the 99% up! Like what?
Illegal, its how we’re leading our lives. Illegal want you to know we won’t
change until the day we die
You call us Illegal but you leave us no choice, you’re wasting your breathe
talking about human rights Illegal, its how we’re leading our lives.
Thats right