Friday Night Lyric

A Friday evening in the life of Killa...

Betta get my crepes tight, gotta look right - Friday night,
The office is out of sight, Im off into the lights,
Like a moth into the fire, but the spliffs is gettin' burned,
Quick to spurned what I've earned where the tables gettin' turned
Into decks - Select what spot Im hittin' next,
Direct to the best flex with the biggest sets,
Checking into Herbal 'cause I chill in Hospitality,
Billin' up by the booth, the bass start attackin' me;

On the balcony at Fabric, Im sweating when I step in,
Yet im repping, dreaming of my mic checkin'
Gettin' high off supplies at The End - tell a friend,
The bassline noise a sort da boys from da men,
Spending my evening breathin' in the music -
But the time when a double drop rewind... I lose it,
Choose to get rowdy, the tunes surround me,
With da family around me, Im Tip-Top like Audi;

See, the crowd be signalling with fire,
'Cause the lighter's required, standard raving attire,
Burnin' higher and brighter than the London skyline
When its Friction-SP or Andy C and Skibadee time.
You'll soon see Killa D climb the peak,
But in the meantime, Im brocking to da beats,
Let my feet do the talking 'cause Im caught up in the moment,
Caught up in the jokes - hoping the bar's still open;

Smoking, provoking memories of youth,
When I was necking tons of little 'uns my head would hit the roof,
To tell the truth - I ain't through misbehaving,
But it ain't the Class A's, it's the raving Im craving,
Stay to the finish for the flyer collection,
Find a NightBus, bust back to the sections,
Expression of satisfaction fills da room,
Hotbox the vortex 'til the next afternoon.