| Who, when, where and what? |
| I’ll scare 'em off
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| Some fairy mob tryna be what they’re clearly not
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| Wanna breathe or dare to cough?
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| You’re gettin' beat with a slipper when I’m takin' it off
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| Grandad of grime, man
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| Bag full of lime when I turn up
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| You’re in the Nile with a Croc in
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| My dominion I tried to incite more brilliance
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| I weren’t just rhymin' a lot
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| Visionary with an urban dictionary
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| Runnin' rings 'round those that I come across
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| Grindin' for lots, no less to be lost
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| But a guy that will seek, always gets what he wants
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| Lookin' up at a policeman’s weapon
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| Not quite but guys seem under the cosh
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| If I come back, I wanna be a leopard
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| Why? |
| 'Cause I’ve heard they don’t change their spots
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| I just want a little normality
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| Reality is not so real, I need clarity
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| If not, then a chariot to carry me
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| Pulled by forces polar to gravity
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| They have not got what I have in me
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| More grit than a snow truck avidly
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| Rollin' up with the blown vocabulary
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| Way before Shaun T and insanity
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| I had to work it out
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| And keep it more real than the Bernabéu
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| Get slapped on sight in your dirty mouth
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| Taken out of the game that I turned around
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| The pot’s been boilin' now for too long
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| One chef with a firmer hand
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| Is back now right out of the background
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| So back down or else get boiled, not blanched
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| Let me take it back then
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| The station’s Deja
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| The DJ’s Mac 10
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| The producer’s Lewi White and man are murkin' his latest anthem
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| Mission, kill all the basic mandem
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| These words came with actions
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| Don’t speak if it ain’t been sanctioned
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| GH, Lewi and Devs
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| Do you know what I’d be doin' instead?
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| Kickin' off doors and ruinin' creps
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| Lickin' off shots in Newham with Wes
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| One man, I ain’t in a gang
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| I don’t care if it’s blue or if it’s red
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| Mike Tyson, I’ll chew off his head
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| Cheddar Bob, he nearly blew off his leg
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| Put that away
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| I said put that way before the feds put man away
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| Foot on the brake
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| I said foot on the brake before we crash, look at the gate
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| Knife in my hand
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| I said knife in my hand, it’s a rasclart pussy buffet
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| And I am going to eat some pussy today
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| I see no ceilings
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| This flow’s givin' 'em a reload feelin'
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| Bullet in your head leave your ego leakin'
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| I need no reason, I pull up and bike like
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| I be in Paid in Full when it’s the scene where Rico’s squeezin'
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| I’m at the age where I’m losin' people to natural causes
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| Guns are the least of my worries, my nigga’s on chemo treatment
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| G-H-E, double T-O season
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| Dope boy fresh like I’m kilo dealin'
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| They never let me in, I was outside in the cold
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| One eye through the keyhole peepin'
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| TTLC, we no creepin'
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| Action, zero speakin'
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| Check out the banger that we roll deep in
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| You want gas?
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| I’ll burp on the mic
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| You want bars?
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| Me and Ghetts will be here for the night
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| You want style?
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| Well, just watch when I strike
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| Think you’re wild?
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| You’ll get a left, then a right, alright
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| It’s Jim from the block, not Jenny
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| Runnin' up on any when I back this Henny
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| See me on telly or the Heathway ready
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| For a long night, hold tight, get ready
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| Runnin' this game, white Uriah Rennie
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| And when I’ve got the fire in my belly
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| It will not be sweet like ice cream or jelly
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| I’m shellin' in here, it’s like lead confetti
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| You best check yourself like Burberry
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| It’s a witch hunt when I come and burn many
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| Cremation is imminent, start vacatin' your citizens
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| By the train or the ferry
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| Planes, whatever change in the weather
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| I’m bringin' a monsoon full of misery
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| I’m bringin' the most food for you lyrically
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| I’m bringin' you more nukes than the military
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| When I drop 'em all, it’s unstoppable
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| You try stop it, it’s highly improbable
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| Blind logic, sight of an Oracle
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| And I can see more shit for me
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| But I’ll deal with it, life’s hard, get real with it
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| And I might seem dead but I’m still here living
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| Still here giving' all that I’ve got
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| While they’ve got a mouthful of balls and cock
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| Breadin' it, whenever an MC’s hot
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| Just eggin' me on, you better tempt me not
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| I ain’t got to scream on the mic and pretend that I like everybody just to get
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| a response
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| It’s nice, I can do what I like
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| I’ve been on the grind ever since me and Mikey dropped
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| A CD from that grimey block
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| I met Col and Dal, then the Island boss |