| Why you wanna give it like I won’t bite
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| Like I won’t retaliate with a throat strike
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| Might wanna consider pushing the boat out
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| Shit i’m gonna get banned like a hosepipe
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| In the middle of summer flooding the whole block
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| New money be killing all of the old off
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| You should be happy, you’re lucky I never sold out
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| I just came in and killed it and nearly bowled off
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| Pull a number on anybody that wanna know
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| Swinging from the top of the building, singing Geronimo
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| Gotta keep it moving and get it wherever I wanna go
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| Spit it on the track and I whip round, I’m Monoco
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| Blow, whole budget on a class beat
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| Dealing with everything that you nar see
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| Pull a middle finger for anybody that pass me
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| Man is fully fledged with the pleasure to keep it nasty
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| Plus I’m bridging a big gap now
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| Wrap round
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| Fuck it I’ll even cover the background
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| Did it like I was little Italy when I sat down
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| All these little bitches are feeling me like a pat down
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| Wow
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| How my life done change in a big way
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| And I managed to remain unscathed is beyond me
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| Funny how I stay John Blazed and unfazed while everybody gaze like a zombie
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| You lot are stuck in a time warp
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| Could never see you treading on the levels that I walk
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| Could never see you moving in the circles of my sort
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| Runnin' my time short
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| The big fucking brother that try talk
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| I’ve heard it, dunno how to word it
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| «How do you say»
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| Shits been murdered
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| Dicks inserted
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| Blips on the screen don’t even exist unless you observe them
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| Get me
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| Stick 'em in a dish no bigger than a Petri
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| Fuck a white coat, can’t test me
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| Fuck a blue collar with a Pepsi
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| Why you so techy?
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| Me and a bottle of that prescy
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| See you tomorrow when that gets me
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| Opa!
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| Manaman move like the prince of Zamunda
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| Telling me the royal penis is cleanwhile I’m humming that theme by Timon and
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| Pumba
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| Everything’s smooth and nimble
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| Might get moved for your two shoes, both your socks, your laptop,
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| tablet and Kindle and catch a middle finger symbol
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| Or we could just keep it simple, sit down and eat some Pringles
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| Talk bullshit and spit some waffle all over these instrumentals
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| That’s why we gettin' all weird and experimental like
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| «Yeah!»
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| Beyond a shadow of doubt I pull it out
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| You know what I’m about, I’ve been around
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| Never been a drought
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| If you didn’t get it before you get it now
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| You’re dealing with a smooth crimininal
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| Beyond a shadow of doubt I pull it out
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| You know what I’m about, I get it in
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| Never been a thing
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| And I keep on pushing and pulling it 'til it ping
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| And I hit it 'til it ring dinga dinga ding
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| Repeat, repeat cause I do real talk
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| That’s G speak
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| On the road, road runner like beep beep
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| Got a dank little pad not a cheap keep
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| This little nigga wanna, rap a song about
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| Shit he’s sounding like a Chief Keef
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| So I like to kill a riddim, rah fuck it
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| It’s about time I should teach these
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| Like rahtid, man took a Z to the brain
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| Still put in an arm and a leg when I step on the stage
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| Man took a juck in the face for a boy
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| Man took a hook and replaced it with flame
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| Swear now all now man are not raw
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| Swear down all now man are not rage
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| Swear I might fly New York on a hype
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| U.S better put some respek on my name
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| Might dash two bills when I eat out
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| Like I don’t know nothing 'bout beansprout
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| Like man can’t tell me about green now
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| Obscene now, i’m top of the scene now
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| Have you seen how i’m top of the scene, no?
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| Like I was just reading a Beano
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| Like I was just beating the beat now
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| Skippy uppercut then cut the beat out
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| Might buoy off a prick if he’s cocky
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| Like soup through a straw I’m stocky
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| If you try clash Wiz on the track
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| That’s like a black man playing ice hockey
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| No I dont really like one line flows
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| But I drop one and it’s all moshy
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| I’m in the Ritz eating a big breakfast
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| Brother you’re in the cafe like hot coffee
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| Sicker than ever
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| Pick an endeavour, everyone of them i’m killing i’ll be bigger and better
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| I swear you man are full of shit you should be given an enema
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| And i’ll never in my life will I give in to competitors
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| And I eminem or nigga with an eminem-y sentence
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| Couldn’t ever try and emulate my presence, never!
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| Ever try and formulate my sentence, never! |
| Should’ve been embarrassed to test us, ever!
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| Why?
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| Me and Dabbla’s calibre is infallible
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| Mandibles fully dangling naturally cause of us man
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| Mans sick with the ramblings in your capital
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| Naturally, them are gassed when them mandem come buck man
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| I’m skip with the ham with it
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| I’m sicker than man with it
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| I’m wicked and bad with it, trust man
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| You’re lickle and sad with it
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| Fickle and bland with it
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| Brittle and flat like a dustpan
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| Repeat, repeat cause I do real talk
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| That’s G speak
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| On the road, road runner like beep beep
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| Got a dank little pad not a cheap keep
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| This little nigga wanna, rap a song about
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| Shit he’s sounding like a Chief Keef
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| So I like to kill a riddim, rah fuck it
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| It’s about time we should teach these
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| Dabbla.
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| Beyond a shadow of doubt I pull it out
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| You know what I’m about, I’ve been around
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| Never been a drought
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| If you didn’t get it before you get it now
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| You’re dealing with a smooth crimininal
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| Beyond a shadow of doubt I pull it out
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| You know what I’m about, I get it in
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| Never been a thing
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| And I keep on pushing and pulling it 'til it ping
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| And I hit it 'til it ring dinga dinga ding |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get It , by - Dabbla. Song from the album Year of the Monkey, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп