Who Dares Wins
The Streets Lyrics
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Sit pretty
Locked on not Tripoli
Get dressed for the party
As I spit simile after simile
Got the latest Nikes on my feet
The streets merely reflect this bass line and beat
Lock on to 102.6 the streets
Kronenburg double doves and herbs actions speak louder than words
Get fucked up sat on the curb
Street geezers
Accept me as your own
Let me make myself at home
I just ain't a clone
Still got the monsta boy ring tone though
Raised as a northern star
With a London underground travel card.
In the first verse, The Streets sings about the hustle and competition in the city, where one has to be brave enough to win. The mention of Tripoli could be a reference to the historical city of trading or conflict. The persona then gets ready for a party and brags about his lyrical abilities. He implies that his raps are full of comparisons (similes).
In the second verse, the persona brags about his fashion choices, wearing the latest and the most popular pair of Nikes. He then talks about how the streets rhythmically interact with the music (bass line and beat). The phrase "Kronenburg double doves and herbs" most likely refers to a beverage and drugs. The streets drinking and smoking weed is a non-verbal way of communication that speaks louder than words. The verse concludes with the persona getting drunk and sitting on the curb while street people accept him as one of their own. The persona finishes by referring to his background, raised in the North of England but living in London.
Overall, the song is about the gritty life of the streets, where there is a sense of competition and desire to earn a living. It also captures the persona's sense of identity between two places, the North of England and London, and his connection to the streets.
Line by Line Meaning
It's who dares wins in the city
The city belongs to the brave, those who dare to take risks are the ones who win
Sit pretty
Be confident and comfortable
Locked on not Tripoli
Focused on the task at hand and not distracted by other things
Get dressed for the party
Prepare and equip oneself for the challenges ahead
As I spit simile after simile
Continuously delivering creative, metaphorical language
Got the latest Nikes on my feet
Wearing the most stylish and fashionable shoes
The streets merely reflect this bass line and beat
The environment and atmosphere is influenced by the music playing
Lock on to 102.6 the streets
Focus on the radio station that plays the best music
Kronenburg double doves and herbs actions speak louder than words
Drinking and smoking symbolize actions being more important than words
Get fucked up sat on the curb
Getting drunk and high while sitting on the side of the road
Street geezers
Tough and experienced individuals from the streets
Accept me as your own
Acknowledgment and respect from the street community
Let me make myself at home
Feeling comfortable and welcome in a new environment
I just ain't a clone
Being unique and true to oneself
Still got the monsta boy ring tone though
Keeping a reminder of one's roots and upbringing
Raised as a northern star
Admired and looked up to by others for one's potential success
With a London underground travel card
Navigating through life and its challenges with ease and adaptability
Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: MICHAEL GEOFFREY SKINNER
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@jameskersey4147
The hope that a longer version of this song will get released someday is all that has kept me going
@Herowebcomics
Wow!
So there is a mix that doesin't pound you with base?!
That's awesome!
@angrykid95
That was brilliant, classic Skinner. But where is the rest of it? 35 seconds, you've got to be kidding...
@zbr76
Unless you're being sarcastic, that's genuinely how long it is.
@cbd-ox1hv
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@mrSam3ooo
That first line will probably always be stuck in my head even when iβm 95
@marksmarsh2039
Lyrics
It's who dares wins in the city
Sit pretty
Locked On not Tripoli
Get dressed for the party
As I spit simile after simile
Got the latest Nikes on my feet
The streets merely reflect this bass line and beat
Lock on to 102.6 The Streets
Kronenbourg, double doves and herbs
Actions speak louder than words
Get fucked up, sat on the curb
Street geezers
Accept me as your own
Let me make myself at home, I just ain't a clone
Still got the Monsta Boy ringtone though
Raised as a northern star
With a London Underground Travelcard
Zones 1 to 6
Barking Creek to Hammersmith