[Intro] Yo, Faceman 7 1 8! [beat drops low, scratch] [Turntables Scratching] "Blunt Smoking Outlaws!" [Turntables Scratching] "Blunt Smoking Outlaws!" [ad‑lib:] (“T.Y.S.O.N, O 1 2 1 - Wake up”) "Let It Go!" [Verse 1] Word went round the blocks where the streetlights glow Three unknown riders where the shadows go They call ’em the Outlawz — tales get told late Not out for the fame, not out for the plate They scan every corner, they trace every trail Snitches that sell brothers down for bail Dealers that poison the youth in the lane Corrupt badges playing their hidden game Mayor with deals locked behind closed doors Industry wolves schemin’ to rob the poor They built their empire on the city’s own pain While regular folks caught the rain... [Pre‑Chorus] They riding through Aston, through Handsworth nights Shine the light on the wrong, bring the truth to the sights Ain’t no badge on their chest, ain’t no crown on their head Just three who said “this city gets fed”. [Chorus] Blunt‑Smokin’ Outlawz — Brum’s mythic crew Chase the fakes out the gate, make the lies come through Take back what was stolen from the people below Give it all back to the streets, let the whole city grow Guardians of the town, they stood for the cause Got the keys to the studio — where the truth gets raw.. [Vocal Snap] "Faceman, I know you dig it bro!!!" [Turntables Scratching] "Blunt Smoking Outlaws!" [Turntables Scratching] "Blunt Smoking Outlaws!" [Verse 2] They dug up the records, they laid out the proof Exposed every trick, every hidden roof The ones who pretended they ran the show Found their false throne had nowhere to go All the gold & the funds that were siphoned away Back to the families, back to the bay New parks for the kids, new hope in the air The whole town breathing like it didn’t dare City council voted — honour the three Built a top‑tier studio, free for the community Unlimited time for every voice that’s true So the whole world hears what Brum can do. [Bridge] Now the story’s a legend told late at night Not about taking law into your own might It’s about waking up, seeing the scheme Standing as one to rebuild the dream No secret patrol creepin’ round the bend Just the people united — that’s where the power ends! [Chorus] Blunt‑Smokin’ Outlawz — Brum’s mythic crew Chase the fakes out the gate, make the lies come through Take back what was stolen from the people below Give it all back to the streets, let the whole city grow Guardians of the town, they stood for the cause Got the keys to the studio — where the truth gets raw.. [Vocal Snap] "Faceman, I know you dig it bro!!!" [Turntables Scratching] "Blunt Smoking Outlaws!" [Turntables Scratching] "Blunt Smoking Outlaws!" [Outro] [beat fades low, spoken tag) “T.Y.S.O.N — Brum Town truth… guardians rise.” "Yo.! What A Dream, Fam?" [Vocal Drop] "Faceman, I know you dig it bro!!" [Dj Scratching] "Blunt Smoking Outlaws!" [Dj Scratching] "Blunt Smoking Outlaws!" [END]
