| I leave cyphers the last man standing with a swollen tongue
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| Start beef under the guise of an invisible smoking gun
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| A house broke: your slum, your ends are known for scum
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| I hope you run this fucking war B, I hope it’s won
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| I spit my propaganda on this mic appliance
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| I like the fire so please keep taking the path of non-compliance
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| I got brederens across the scene who wanna see you flee
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| Intelligent services who claim and prep for killing sprees
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| But when I speak I make the whole world listen
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| Bully those who won’t into submission
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| You know me bruv, not giving a fuck for whatever you’ve got to say
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| Handle our position like Blair did with that dossier
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| You can’t handle the truth, that’s why I feed you lies
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| Metropolitan politics drop like tears from bloody skies
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| We rise above it all but still stay in the thick of it
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| Like London estates I bless breaks with the sicker shit
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| We step with the force of a hurricane
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| Loving ain’t nothing but another game
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| Take you by your brother’s chain
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| Stabilize your sentiments
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| We represent a brighter day
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| The wise’ll pay the price
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| Lies defining where the misers pray
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| We step with the force of a hurricane
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| Loving ain’t nothing but another game
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| Take you by your brother’s chain
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| Stabilize your sentiments
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| We represent a brighter day
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| The wise’ll pay the price
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| Lies defining where the biters pray
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| Man I used to have a lot of love but it’s diminshing
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| The villain a sick spitter man, deliver bags of finish tings
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| The iller kid bringing you down just ask your clone apart
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| I’m prone to spark Bonaparte
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| Napoleon type, soldiers re-enforce your frozen Joan of Arcs
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| Boulders from the start embrace the coldest parts with open arms
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| Robbed the half the vocals broken both your arms
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| I told you both to hold your cards closer chose the open path
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| choke your claat and get it over with
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| Impose the harshest doses, dark ferocious flows are coated with
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| A poison so deep even Mary needed contraception, monusection
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| Hotter than a robber stopped with cop connections
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| Stop your stressing
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| You’re getting robbed of a proper blessing
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| Drop your cocky neck until your body steps in God’s direction
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| Not to mention, brethers be getting measured up and sized out
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| Note it down, stamped with the number of lives wiped out
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| As I emancipate from the stencil of failure
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| I see the world look at me differently
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| Nah, major
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| Or at least potentially
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| Spread my wings exponentially
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| Til the day planet earth’ll be the death of me
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| Respectfully
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| I understand life is a game
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| And if played like Sim City well it’s time for a change
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| Too many years saying 'fuck it'
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| I’m just gonna smoke bare weed and somehow make some duckies
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| But when I realised that plan was wack
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| I pulled my socks up, ready for an earthly attack
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| Moving like a hurricane when the day turns black
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| Remember 1987? |
| Much worse than that
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| With assertive raps
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| It’s all a glorified business plan
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| To enable the fam to live in greener lands
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| Kick back and check the episode
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| Invisible
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| The illest story ever told |