| It’s time for that fire in the booth
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| This guy’s gonna show you what time it is right now
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| He’s gonna school you man
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| This is what you call a hip hop MC
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| Lowkey man, show 'em what you’re about brother
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| I’m the mic breaker, life changer
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| Sight shaper, rhyme maker, fire flames facer
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| Fight fakers with a lightsaber
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| Show ripper, flow spitter
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| Tone dimmer, known sinner
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| Phone ringer, poem liver
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| Cooker of his own dinner
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| Trend setter, bench pressin'
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| Fence sitting, bed wetters
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| Ten letter sender, I’m the ender of a vendetta
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| Track smasher, fact packer
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| Catnapper, dapper rapper
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| Dash a pack, cameras with a knack at catchin' backstabbers
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| Laugh at a troll, bars never slow
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| Mastered the art I’m marching them home
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| Darker than coal, carvin' a hole
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| Carcass garden a part for the crows
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| Smarter than most
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| Target the host
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| As far as an artist you aren’t gonna blow
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| Marketable, far from it bro
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| Bar for bar, Vietnam in the flow
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| Napalmin' them all, calmin' and cool
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| No arsenal, I’m czarsin' ‘em all
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| You’re farcical, with your bars I’ma haul
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| Bar for bar you can’t ever do
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| If you’re writing is crap
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| Hide in your pad
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| This type of rap, this priceless fact
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| My line of attack, it’s Tyson with that
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| If you try with a titan, we’re windin' it back
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| I’m the mic breaker, life changer
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| Sight shaper, rhyme maker, fire flames facer
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| Fight fakers with a lightsaber
|
| Show ripper, flow spitter
|
| Tone dimmer, known sinner
|
| Phone ringer, poem liver
|
| Cooker of his own dinner
|
| Trend setter, bench pressin'
|
| Fence sitting, bed wetters
|
| Ten letter sender I’m the ender of a vendetta
|
| Track smasher, fact packer
|
| Catnapper, dapper rapper
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| Dash a pack, cameras with a knack at catchin' backstabbers
|
| Laugh at a troll, bars never slow
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| Mastered the art I’m marching them home
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| Darker than coal, carvin' a hole
|
| Carcass garden a part for the crows
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| Smarter than most
|
| Target the host
|
| As far as an artist you aren’t gonna blow
|
| Marketable, far from it bro
|
| Bar for bar, Vietnam in the flow
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| Napalmin' them all, calmin' and cool
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| No arsenal, I’m czarsin' ‘em all
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| You’re farcical, with your bars I’ma haul
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| Bar for bar you can’t ever do
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| If you’re writing is crap
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| Hide in your pad
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| This type of rap, this priceless fact
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| My line of attack, it’s Tyson with that
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| If you try with a titan I’m windin' it back
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| Kill 'em with the sick flow, drill ‘em with the info bid a silly billy bye bye
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| Skippin' from the intro illy wanna split flow, pity your committee why try
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| Kids and his kin folk busy with the single, really livin' in zeitgeist
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| Ready with the impulse, hit him with the plimsoll sin if you criticise I
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| Sick as I was, switchin' ‘em off
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| Skip like criss cross, hit to the rock
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| Slip to the lot, kid to the rock
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| Flipped like a pissed off wizard of oz
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| Does radio play me though, maybe bro
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| Flames we throw, need more C4 to make me blow
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| I’m back with the G.O.A.T flow
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| Man like Lowkey in the building
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| Oi you’re a savage bro
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| Oi first time you come in and kill the alphabet
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| Now just to take the micky, you come in and kill it backwards (wow)
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| I feel like I’ve just been to university 5 years
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| I learnt a lot more than I learnt in the last 10
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| Sheesh
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| Bannin' this but comin' back to batter it like Kaepernick
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| Passionate without a tick, a man that lives his manuscript
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| Establish it, no glamour glitz
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| It’s manic man, it’s chappin' blitz
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| Fall victim to your eyes, like 21 savage did
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| Step right through, website due
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| Hit ‘em with left right set white smooth
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| with bed side blues
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| Killin' my city with the headline views
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| Red sky zoom, threat like doom
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| Visionin' left like ten times two
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| Wet try youts, test my tunes
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| Next rhymes left that dead white yout
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| Tick tack toe, mix match flow
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| Hit back quick snap, kit kat blow
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| Spit my quotes, rep that show
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| Did that impact, lived that bro
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| Come back king, tongue Gatling
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| Lower the floor like pump action
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| That’s my ting, and the thump action
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| My scolded soldier like his mum stamped in
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| Merciless merchant merkin' the mic
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| Worst of the wise with the words that I write
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| Hurdle the herds when I hurt all types
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| Learnt from lies, immersed in the hype
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| Pop and the people do not believe you
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| Watch where these monsters want to lead you
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| Nonsense they feed you rocks and needles
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| Mobsters doctor evil
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| You lackadaisical, tax, tame your fool raps are lame so fall back
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| Batter your basic thoughts, snap your frame from door
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| Back to change those facts
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| Man a capable, tracks available
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| Stats are paid in full that’s
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| Perhaps the label’s fault, rap your way to court
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| Platinum chain your boy snatched
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| Sick as I was, switchin' em off
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| Skip like criss cross, hit to the rock
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| Slip to the lot, kid to the rock
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| Flipped like a pissed off wizard of oz
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| Does radio play me though, maybe bro
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| Flames we throw, need more C4 to make me blow
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| I’m back with the G.O.A.T flow
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| Oh my god, oh my god
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| I can’t even believe what I just witnessed right there
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| Was that for real? |
| That’s recording innit? |
| Is that live?
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| Oh my god
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| Come on man
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| ‘Nuff love brother
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| For the first time in 6 weeks on my show, im speechless |