HOW TO RAISE A BLADE

How to raise a Blade, simple

First you get a ten year old kid and you send him to a school

Keep him in the back of the class with a pen and a pad

And watch him go mad

Drumming on the tables writing lyrics

And when the teacher tries to keep him quiet he don't hear it

Teacher teaching, preacher preaching

The miniature Blade you ain't reaching

So I go swing the pendulum, it's what I'm bringing 'em

I'm an mc so I ain't singing 'em

One day he'll be at the Trocadero

Looking for the hero, nah that's a zero

Eat kebabs with the red hot chilli pepper

Drink a Pepsi then he got to separate

The good from the bad

Give him something that he ain't never had

A microphone, stick it in the amp

Treat him like a tramp; build him like a heavyweight champ

Exercising, socializing

Vocalizing, forever rising

This is how he should be brought up

And the troubles of the world he never should be caught up in

Put the rubbish in the bin

Strictly strength you'll be witnessing

Never the kid perpetrating to fraud

Always believing there's a God and respecting

Himself and those that respect him

And never doing the things that they expect him

Well check it.