| Okay
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| Yeah
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| Hearing a lot of talk
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| Yeah
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| Negative talk
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| True stories, man
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| Listen up
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| Who’s down in my capabilities?
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| I’m shouting, I’m greater lyrically
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| Stop hounding
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| Soon, I have a house that’s made in Italy
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| Officially escaping a misery
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| There’s no evading my privacy
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| I won’t go alone, it’s a day for delivery
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| Kids skating, it’s slippery
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| Stop waving the ministry
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| We got guns full of Matrix Trilogy
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| And I’m trinity
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| I cave in the vicinity
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| Take your men, your men physically
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| Bones broken, nose open, dough’s stolen
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| You can be sent like Hulk Hogan
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| I make a man jump like a show
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| When I approach him
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| A grown man always fully loaded
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| Get rid of him, like eroded
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| No commotion
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| If someone wanna slow my motion
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| I can’t guarantee this won’t result in
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| Holes in clothes,
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| If you hear me then my flows are spoken
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| It don’t mean that it’s squashed
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| I be back with the element of surprise, believe it or not
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| If I recognise a guy that needs to be got
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| I’ll let him die tonight whenever I decide
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| To reach for the glass, speak freely and watch
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| Set aside your pride
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| I never liked the type that don’t know words when the PC is off
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| No forums, I’ll put two in your forehead before you
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| For your fortune
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| I’m on a rampage, no man’s safe
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| I don’t wanna see hands wave
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| Just stand straight, don’t move for your nan’s sake
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| I can see why your 's fake
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| Don’t care if you rang mates
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| When I ran breaks, get burred in the landscape
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| Totally written off, it’s a lot
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| Some man are taking an advantage like gang rape
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| So, I hit 'em with the lock for the handbrake, pancake
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| Hide on my own videos, still, I got a bigger fan base
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| Cameras off or cameras on
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| My man, I’m gone
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| You still just tagging alone
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| Bragging in songs
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| Stay stacking, I won’t be packing a live
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| I’m packing a strap, you packing a strap
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| I’m packing a bomb
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| Keep waving the white flags
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| Still, I ain’t coming in peace
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| You better cover your pimps
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| This ain’t summer but I’m loving the heat
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| You can say that I’m quite mad
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| Hip-hip hooray, I live for today
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| And you’ll disappear when this hits your frame, no promotion
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| This mission ain’t no forgotten
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| I run across your coffin, the cost for shotting
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| No blocks belonging to us, I promise you this
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| When I’m done, nobody won’t honor you pricks
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| Talk is cheap but I’ll find the food
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| You ain’t got a clue, I’ll do what I gotta do
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| Jump a fence or swallow food
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| Been a victim of solitude
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| No matter how long I do
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| I’m coming up worse than a wasp
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| I’ll burst in my dogs
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| Run up on the workers like
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| Say I’m wanna purchase a buzz
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| I’m so far ahead of youts
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| I’m still first of a joke
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| Putting in a show and the kittens just drops
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| I’m something like a furnace
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| I burn shit when I’m hot
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| So, if you ain’t got a permit to stop
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| You better move on or get made a muppet
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| Something like Kermit the Frog
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| And all I can say is «fuck it»
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| You ain’t nothing but another purse if we rob you
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| Personally dog, I wouldn’t return
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| To go back to your hood, I’ll be here
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| A chrome strap and I’ll bully ya firm
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| On real, you fully deserve the full treatment
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| You don’t wanna pledge allegiance to the great one
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| So, now, we’re gonna have a disagreement
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| In case you’ve forgotten
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| Remind you, I’m real
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| I’m the reason the scene’s got guys with the skills
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| It’s like I gave birth to ever great verse
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| I feel like both of them guys would be killed
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| I got more than lines to reveal
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| Labels are like, «we can provide you a deal»
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| «just sign here», wait
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| A deal can be a blessing as well as a nightmare
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| Feel my depression, I’m selling it right here
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| Still my progression’s propelling, it’s quite clear
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| Even if it ain’t written down, I’ll spit it out
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| No gimmicks allowed to inner crowd
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| It isn’t nothing but a vigorous sound
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| My lyrics are vicious and foul
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| You man are bitches in loud skirt
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| Niggas in blouse
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| I bet your father figures are proud
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| Figure this out
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| If it’s me plus two, plus eight plus food
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| I ain’t freed up, when I re up, be up and we must move
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| So, see us when we come through
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| I’m fresh off the pain
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| And I’m back in my routine
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| I can adapt to any colour
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| So I can afford to spend on road
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| Come back and serve crack to the alley cats |
| And then push the cash back like in Halifax
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| Go another vacation in spring
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| I’ll push that crack to the skally wags
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| 24/7 around the clock
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| I’m talking days, nights, weeks, months
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| I make mine, my team’s sunk
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| I be looking at shotters like free lunch
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| I can smell where the heat’s on
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| Because when I leave
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| You’ll see nothing but shells
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| Like say you was left on the seat from
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| See, punk? |
| I’m a dangerous person
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| But it’s too late to alert 'em
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| Too many snakes are emerging
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| I put the flames on a serpent
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| Body on the floor, brains on the curtain
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| Any wage you were earning
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| Straight up and down, I’ll be taking for certain
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| That’s real talk
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| My mind’s filled up with ill thoughts
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| I feel forced to kill frauds
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| When the steal’s pulled
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| You better bring your shields forth
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| Yo, Smash
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| Is that live, yeah?
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| I’ve been in here too long fam
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| Seriously, I need to go out, fucking
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| Got a cab number, yeah?
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| Nice
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| Can I have a cab? |
| For 566 Thames House, Cable Street
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| Going to Plaistow, please
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| Thames House?
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| It’s the studios
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| Oh, Cable Street studios, yeah? |
| Yeah
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| Junior
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| Perfect, okay Alright, thank you, yeah, thanks, bye bye |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Talk, artist - Ghetts. Album song Freedom of Speech, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп