| I ain’t Pats but this is mix tape murder
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| Put you on your back with one line just like three caps from the burner
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| Fold you in half, you were told to be calm
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| Now you’re locked in a boot and we’re rolling to Narm
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| And yes i’ll plant bombs in your boys car
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| Dogenham that’s where my boys are, somewhere you wanna avoid star
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| Stay far away, for some little terror puts a blade in your face
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| Better know this ain’t play time and that I spray wines
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| Every time they try to go one better
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| Roll on a breddar in a shop with a Bereta
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| Take cheddar then be gone forever
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| It’s Murder Music, OutTake and the Movement we further music
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| And furthermore I know they heard before
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| And now I’m eating they can’t stop serving war
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| I’ve got a lion on my shirt like say I’m in the Premier League
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| I’m too fast leaving beats in the murder scene
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| Forget the outline, i’ll lay your blueprint
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| Me and Devz headline new shit
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| Fuck the air-con, I’m clear gone
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| Sit in your chair then putting me in any riddim and I’m ready to kill 'em
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| I bring fire in the rain, disappear on the roof top
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| Tales From The Crypt, tell your shop get a re-stock
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| Who’s hot, skip on a beat, take my advise
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| I ain’t visiting, done with the small time
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| Pivoting, fidgeting, allow downloads
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| And I’m gone where the sound goes
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| This ain’t battle rap, you better know that I got punchlines to shut up that
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| little trap
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| I’m on a workout live in the dojo, I’ll knock Suke out with the mojo
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| I’m coming, i’ve got these little mugs up and running
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| And I’ll Stone Cold stun him, if he wants to come gunning
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| It’s straight thugging, there’s no loving
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| You’re bait bluffing, you know nothing
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| Too much brown in them zutes that you’re puffing
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| You ain’t on swinging, no you’re on chopping it up and straight chilling
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| Firstly, I’m bringing all of flows that I’m spitting
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| And I’m killing MC’s that are willing to be killed
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| Life goes on, if I never get a deal
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| I’ll keep it real, do it by myself still
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| And fuck what anybody else feels, I’m well prepared
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| You ain’t the boy with the fire, man you’re lacking the flare
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| If I see you in the manor watch your back and beware
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| I don’t care I’m attacking him hear
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| And we’ve all learnt the hard way that life ain''t fare
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| So we’ve all got shanks in our balls here
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| Yo, yo I set alight quicker than petrol
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| The chef in the kitchen with the credentials
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| Whats on the menu? |
| 1, 2 or 3 course
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| I’m a crown knight saddle up on my horse
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| Power the worst thing, those prisoners all act like it’s dooms day
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| And the sky’s full of dark clouds
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| Resurrection, my goals perfection
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| This ain’t Pan, the stars lined up and it changed right
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| Gimme a round of applause
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| If the door closed, i’ma break through it
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| Like Nike, I’ma Just Do It
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| I won’t think, put a whole in your ship and you’ll sink
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| This ain’t Baywatch, I stay cotch
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| Man I’m on beat 'til my days stop
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| Forget second time round, I’m on today’s bop
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| Metaphor man with the CD out in South soon, that’s a straight cop |