Dirty Rider

I’ve been framed
I’m in the bike game
I’m Mikill Pane
Catch me racing through the city
Causing havoc in the cycle lane
I ride this silver charge plug ten
And I’m a mad man
Mum says «Wear a helmet» or I’m gonna need a CAT scan
Speeding is my specialty
I tend to get it right
Popping upon my pedals like
What the fuck’s a red light?
Everyone in London knows Mikill Pane’s name
Cause I zip across the junctions
Like I’m YKK HEY!
They shout mad abuse at me
And pick their wing mirrors up
I ain’t lost my mind
I’ve given it up
I’m a wild fixie punk
And even if I hit the ground too
I’m frankly nasty
Tonight Matthew I plan to be kamikaze
I won’t deny it
I’m a nutty rider
If you wanna roll with me
Bring your bike and your helmet
Cause I can’t help it
I can’t control my speed
If you can handle bars
Let down your mudguard
And let me in
I’m just trying to pedal shit
But I’m not selling anything
I crash for them
And then back on the rider seat
Before my wounds heal
Foolish fake MC’s run out of gas
I keep it two wheel
I’m a different kind of street
And that’s just how I talk
So why mention a knife
When I can brag about my forks
I don’t want to derail you
Throw you of the track
I keep my flow
Just like my chain brother
There’s no room for the slack
There’s no feeling like you get from this
I’ve really got a habit
The irony of the high MC
That’s in the bottom bracket
I’m not sure what the passion stems from
But I know this is the best yet
I’m fully 'Ride Or Die' from my toe-clips
To my head set
I wanna ride with you ride with you
So I’ve got to see a cycle inside of you
And I’ll be cranky
'Cos I know that we’ll be great
But I don’t have any brakes
So I might really frighten you
Up, up, up
I won’t, I won’t, I won’t
Up, up, up
I won’t, I won’t, I won’t