| Who the fuck wants corn?
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| Right now I’m on form
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| Seashore when we war
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| Squeeze more, no rebores
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| Nee-naw nee-naw, police see me draw
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| Detour, detour, Houdini who see me gone
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| Nickname Sheldon
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| Skin shade Nelson
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| Mixtape salesman
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| Insane girlfriend
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| Links ain’t welcome
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| Flyboy, win game Feltham
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| Bike life, switch lane 12ing
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| Summer, Brick Lane gyaldem
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| Me having a mixed race kelvin
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| Bludclut barologist
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| Tell a MC come spar, our origin’s based on who come hard
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| I’m cornerin'
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| My line of work? |
| (bodying)
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| Don’t say a word (swallow him, you follow me?)
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| 6 feet, I dig deep
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| It’s me the Grime archaeologist
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| Fuck the politics
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| Fuck radio settings, long range infrareding
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| Colt. |
| 45 when I step you, man’s forehead’s sweating
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| You ain’t gotta like me, just respec' it
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| I’ll blow that dream out your brain, then go and sell it
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| On form all season
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| Don’t give man a reason
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| He was on lyrical beefing
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| Third course in, turned vegan
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| Shelling, rebellion
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| Rather get you then forget it
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| I don’t play watch the throne, even kings get beheaded
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| Still young, got no will
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| Nickname got no chill
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| Man know I’m seasoned still
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| I fry, bake and grill
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| Like what, him? |
| For real? |
| (joke ting)
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| If you won’t I will (no long)
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| Grime kid for real
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| But man’s skidi and dip when I drill drill drill drill, I
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| Teach man about shelling at record speed, what a legend
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| Stepped on me but I let him
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| PJs on when I dead him
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| Teenager would’ve murked you
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| Mutant Ninja tekkers, I’m a turtle
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| Protected by my shell and I can shell too
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| I can show or tell you, you don’t want (shelling)
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| Big Big Macs, I’m lovin' it
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| Shell man down for the fun of it
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| Me vs the world, alright then
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| Man ah from planet, have none of it
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| Spiderman when I web MCs
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| But I ain’t no net MC
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| 10 years still (shelling)
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| Them man are smoking bush, touch mic, just draw, no judge
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| Fuck around get a (shelling)
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| S-H-E-double L
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| Skeng rage, forever I grill
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| MK’s whenever I shell
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| Set pace, and get in myself
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| Press play, get in my realm
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| Sun’s coming, still murking
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| Got him blind, closed the curtains
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| Man don’t get bored of murking
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| Man he’s boring, I’ll murk him
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| Man don’t want none for certain
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| Floor him and earth him
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| I throw earth when I earthed him
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| I do dirt, I’m determined
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| I do skrring and swerving
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| I do pull out, jump out in person disperse him
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| I let it go, no jammin'
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| I do aim, do whammin'
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| On sight, boom-bamming
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| Bun and I’ll do damage
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| I do plan, not planet
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| Shelly-Ann, big-belly gang
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| When I was 18, I already killed 20 man
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| Man ah man’s ambidextrous
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| I done bust my ting from any hand
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| From the left to the right
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| Man press, you will not be left or right
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| Too late now, no breading
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| What you want? |
| Diesel or unleaded
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| Man get (shelling) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shellington Crescent , by - Ghetts. Song from the album Ghetto Gospel: The New Testament, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп