| Haha, yeah
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| Just move out of the way, man
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| I’ll know what I’m doing when I get there
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| Just make sure everyting’s sounding proper
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| Monitors, the big box dem
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| Make sure there’s a proper engineer as well, yeah?
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| I might need a little bit of reverb
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| Bit of delay but not too much
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| And then leave the rest to me
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| Bumbahole
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| Testing, testing
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| Back with a fresh ting
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| See a lot of things interesting
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| When a man chilling out zone
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| Every now and then, I go hyper
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| And tell a man stop chatting fuckery
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| He doesn’t know a thing about
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| Rust in a used
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| You’ll never see my girl in a snapback
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| My girl don’t care about hashtags
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| She’s only got love for the flow
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| Lady for the street but a freak when I’m home
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| I never get gassed on the timeline
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| See, a lot of them walking a fine line
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| Patience, ready for the right time
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| 'Nuff of them ah get caught slipping on the roads
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| I love when I hear grime music
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| And when I spit bars with a passion
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| Strictly raw talent that I’m using
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| So I will never follow fashion
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| A likkle man said grime’s dead
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| Yo, he never heard the war dubs
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| Grime will always be fresh
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| We just wanna hear it in more clubs
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| But nowadays, everyone’s an artist
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| Everyone thinks that it’s easy
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| They say they wanna stop selling drugs
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| Wanna shot singles and mix CDs
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| 3000 views on the YouTube
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| Man must’ve thought he was gone
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| Still couldn’t find one big tune
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| Nobody singing his song
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| A lot of them are buying up followers
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| Trust me, I done already preed
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| Mum’s life, no likes
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| Not even one retweet
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| But if you wanna check my list
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| You’ll see everything is authentic
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| Buff gyal get followed back
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| Breast and back off is always interesting
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| Gyal wanna beat cause they think that I’m famous
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| Run proper gyal like trainers
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| I never left evidence
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| Always kept the job stainless
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| Never let a side chick take pictures
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| And put them on Facebook or Insta
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| Link then slam dem the wickedest
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| And roll out cold like winter
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| Haha, yes man
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| Say dem stuff dere
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| Everyone knows what I mean, fam
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| And I’m not 'llowing it
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| No, don’t give me the microphone, then, if you don’t want me to say these things
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| So no one ask me nothing
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| From the rasclart microphone’s working nicely
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| War ah get spicy
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| You never see me out for the banter
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| I don’t roll out for the fun of it
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| There’s always some don with a camera
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| Looking for a freestyle, fam, I ain’t doing one
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| I show love when I see my supporters
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| I’ve got them in all four corners
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| But if you ever saw my passport
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| You would know that I cross borders
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| But I can’t understand some ballers
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| Just wanna get up on the guest list
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| Say they ain’t paying cuh they know the performers
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| Wanna spend top dollar on a next drink
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| That’s why my phone’s on silent
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| Bun my weed and get hazy
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| Maintain a peaceful environment
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| Couple missed calls ain’t ever gonna phase me
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| I’m the farrda but never been gassed up
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| From day one, I’ve been cool and calm
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| Every one of my stage shows gets smashed up
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| From day one, you should’ve known wah gwan
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| I’ve got time for a new wave don
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| But I don’t rate every MC
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| Some of them won’t be here for long
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| That makes them an any MC
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| But some weren’t here long enough
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| I’m still saying RIP
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| Slinger, Depzman
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| Esco, NE
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| Then we got guys thinking they’re rough
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| Just cause they’ve got Twitter beef
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| Dickhead, wasteman
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| Dem man are some fully grown chiefs
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| Then a bredda said he’s holding green
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| When I got there, he’s holding mersh
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| Jheeze
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| Dem man don’t know about weed
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| Trust me, normal
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| Boom bormal, stick a lormal, fi formal
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| I’m the farrda but never been gassed up
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| From day one, I’ve been cool and calm
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| Wheel up that, star |