Little Lady (feat. Mikill Pane)

Listen, little lady, this is just the worst way to spend your birthday

It's 30 degrees, Thursday

You work late,

You was with a perv making dirty fake love in his Mercedes

Lady the word 'rape' sums up events that take place every night

You wanna get up but you know your legs'll ache if you try

And you remember that your punter went crazy last night

You drag yourself to the mirror to check face then you cry

Forget the visit to the clinic you were booked in for

You'll make a trip to the Whittington where they'll look at your jaw

They'll be inquisitive and ask about your business for sure

They'll know you're fibbing if you tell them you got hit by a door

But young woman

The pimp sees you as nothing but a dumb hooker

Medical attention could be fatal

'Cause the cunt wouldn't ever let a

Doctor near someone thats getting dough for him

'Cause next you got poxy authorities sticking their noses in.

She's just under the upper hand

Goes mad for a couple grams

And she don't wanna go outside, tonight.

'Cause in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland and

Sell love to another man

It's too cold outside, for angels to fly

For angels to fly.

Little lady, your mind you've made up

Your injuries you can't hide with make-up

You need some medical advice, you make up

A little lie to say just

In case the doc opens his eyes and don't decide to play dumb

With any luck you'll see the same dude that stitched your top lip

Last year when your pimp just lost it

He wouldn't recognise if you stared him in the face anyway

'Cause all the heroin is making you age

But your a heroine for taking the

Strain of being a prostitute and punching bag

The funds you have left go where your from using MoneyGram

Mother had to get you out the motherland to study

That was all she struggled to have

A single daughter with the upper hand

Little does she know you're never coming back

She put you in her brother's hand

Only for him to formulate another plan

He's the fucking cause of your appalling state the summer fans

See that you came to London to get pimped by your Uncle, damn.

She's just under the upper hand

Goes mad for a couple grams

And she don't wanna go outside, tonight.

'Cause in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland and

Sell love to another man

It's too cold outside, for angels to fly

Now an angel will die, covered in white

With closed eyes and hoping for a better life

This time, we'll fade out tonight

Straight down the line

Little lady, you're trembling with fear

Your skinny frame kinda resembles a deer

You're sitting facing the detective, oh dear

The meddling nurse couldn't just leave it

She's only gone and made it much worse calling police and

She'll never know the gravity of the damage she's caused

You're causing scandal going mad in the ward now

The copper's trying to calm you,

Telling you he won't let no one harm you

The same question he keeps trying to ask you, 'who you working for?'

He's talking to like you're worth more than a dirty whore

You're having a conversation you could be murdered for

You're learning more about exactly why

You need to help bring him or her to court

He's kicking knowledge you ain't ever heard before

Just before he leaves, he reassures you that he knows that it's hard

He underlines a mobile number you can phone on his card

Begs you to use it

He's useless if you're gonna be stupid

'Cause an answer hasn't come from your bruised lips, your on your own

You've gotta go and give your pimp what you owe

You reach your door and then it dawns that you've been followed home

Before you turn around you feel a cold blade on your throat

And then a voice says 'where you been bitch? I wanna know.'

No prizes for guessing who it is, resistance would be foolishness

You open the front door, he boots you in

Here's something new in him,

He's silent now that fills you with terror

Get your alibi straight, you could be killed for an error

He towers over you, the 6 inch knife catches the sunlight

At this point your life flashes before your eyes

Your handbag's dropped and all the contents are all over the floor

Despite the mess there's only one thing that's caught his eye

And in the moment of rage, he brutally murders his niece

And dumps her body in the boot of his Mercs in the street.

Little lady left this earth in the worst way

All because she got a card on her 13th birthday

And we're all under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

And we don't wanna go outside, tonight.

'Cause in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland and

Sell love to another man

It's too cold outside, for angels to fly

For angels to fly

For angels to fly

Angels to die