| It’s full force when I step to the fore
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| Bringing you that fuel sourced fresh from the core
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| The flow penetrates to depths on the floor
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| Cutting sharp like I had the verse etched in a sword
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| It’s our time, merking on set, we drop the live rhymes
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| A fine line, movement precise, connect the hive mind
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| I write mine, thick ink strokes, hue like iodine
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| The blueprint, these huge quotes that my mind designs
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| Ungh, Beggars on a roll
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| I’mma stay gettin' so my pockets stay swole
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| Every day bangin' till my chest plate gold
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| Cause the riddim ain’t done if the lyric ain’t cold
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| I’mma keep reppin so you can live it up
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| Beggars keep on kickin' and pushin' so give it up
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| We ain’t tryna chill or nuttin' so pick it up
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| Get sick with it til I’m baggin' up a bigger cut
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| We’re coming in hard the taskforce
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| Systems blowing up fast on dance floors
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| We gotta make those move
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| We’re gonna make those move
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| We coming up blasting that force
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| Giving phat crowds just what they ask for
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| We gotta make those move
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| We’re gonna make those move
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| Fam, I’m a get this done
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| I’m a keep slanging till the rest get bun
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| See me, I’mma do it on my one’s
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| Yeah I’mma keep stacking dat gwop by the ton
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| Listen man, I’m in it to win it so we be living like
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| We only got a minute or so to really go
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| So anybody swinging to get in my position
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| Better recognise that we about to blow
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| We go deep when we’re venting out the speech cuz
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| And got that heavy bass blowing out the speakers
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| Man are like «rah! |
| How them breddars move sick»
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| Too slick, how we drop the new shit, we got them heaters
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| That’s right, jetting on out, in a skyline
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| Breezing out fools like Theo, down the byline
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| It’s high time, turn up the system and come we vibe like
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| Beggar fam rippin' it givin' breddars the hype hype
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| See that
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| It’s like it came out of nowhere
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| Jumpin' out the shadows 'n' shit
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| Biaaatch |