SSB ****, Redinho, Riz MC, Heemy Heemy, Swet Shop Boys

Swet Shop Boys

Heemy Heemy

I'm Queens born and bred

But Brooklyn where I make my bread and

Long island where I make my bed though

New York where I lay my head yo

**** around and play you dead

Because we don't really play too fair yo

You not there when you say you there

Bro you not there where they pay you there

Trying to give Shivani a stack for Rahki

I'm at the crib and I'm watching Rocky

Momma on the phone and she yelling it's Vaisakhi

Hit the gurdwara where the saag is sloppy

His family from India but Riz Pakistani

My family from Pakistan I'm Hindu-Punjabi

Where we come from it's just fields of poppies

That get processed, packaged, shipped to papi

I know they're tapping up my camera phone

I hear weird noises when mans at home

I hold down a high standard but I stand alone

Mispronounce my name but not my dough

It's not a cannelloni

Rizzy like the brown Eddie Snowden

**** is getting scary if you got a teddy: Hold him

Rizzy speaks like Wikileaks investigations

Spit paan like it's Panama papers

Whether out in Kingsbury

Or down in Queens Jamaica

I'm out at Heemy's temple like: "Yo

Let me meet your maker"

We're the same cuz

Jedi, Jew or Hindu Sikh

From East African plains like guji refugees

SSB for my youth then to breath

Let's get free, let's get truth

Who's next to move ****

Who me?

I do it for my nephew and my naani

My dough sweet like peshwari

But my beef like Afghani

Rizzy they got our phone tapped

What the hell we finna do?

Oi meet me round Pak Punjab Deli around two

Yo they infiltrate the mosque

Tap the phones the boys in blue

And the FBI sting trying to poison up the youth

The youth?

It's entrapment

They tap us like we're trapping

Pakistani with a pact they

Trap us like we packing

If your skin's tan they'll shift man so no slacking

Gatwick out to Staten

Chattanooga out to Chatham

They put the alphabet boys on our case

NSA, CIA, want to put us in our place

Pull up in a Wraith in the mirror it's the jakes

No new friends in case they're undercover snakes

Stares on the plane, guess it's just another day

Skrrt

FBI, TSA a high speed chase

I can't breath, call me Elon, I need space

I got expensive tastes, passports in the safe

Mum: Yeah, keep swearing, keep swearing!

I've prohibited you, haven't I?

You said it in Four Lions, and now you're saying it in your rapping as well. Stop swearing and write a song about your mom

Dad: Who knows what kinds of things he's listening to. Listen to your 2Pac, listen to your West Side. Listen to them and learn something. Look after yourself, goodbye. Don't miss namaz, ok? Be a good man, alright? Good lad, ok, goodbye