| Little man never did exams,
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| Got a particular bigger plan flipping grams,
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| When a bigger man in his gang gave him a stick to bang,
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| Or maybe just hold 'cause no one thought he would kill a man,
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| Till he got silly billy feelin &chilling in the jam,
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| Sipping cham', spliff in his hand checking to the jam,
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| Bang bang biddy bang biddy bang,
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| Now he’s in the c&thinking damn what a pity fam,
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| Rappers are yapping and flapping their lips,
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| Bout how they’re packing and clapping their sticks,
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| Has to be big,
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| The impact it has on the kids, tells me where the factory is,
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| The government kill, they’re just stacking their chips,
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| You wonder why the youths are strapped and their pissed,
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| If not a nine, it’s a knife getting jabbed in your ribs,
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| People die for the petrol, the gas and the whip,
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| In London, you can get shanked in the heart,
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| Still the government put more tax in Iraq,
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| Ignorant little spitters are talking greezy,
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| Cause they bitten bits that the saw on TV,
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| If all you rap about is the hoes and the doe,
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| It’s already too late, you sold 'em your soul,
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| You jokers act like you know but you don’t,
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| 'Cause there’s little kids dying all over the globe,
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| They used to put my lights out and nights out
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| And days in spent blazing
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| And tell me to not be gaining the mazes
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| But why now it’s right out amazing to think
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| Now let the revolutionaries sing
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| Stand up for your rights and fight for revolution
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| Free your mind so we can prise constitution
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| 'Cause they’re killing us all…
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| Little man never did exams
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| He be chillin with his fam in a flat
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| Spliff in hand and spittin raps
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| But there’s more than one way to skin a cat
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| Gotta make up for the things he didn’t have
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| Wanna be a dan
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| Little mans gott bigger plans
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| Wanna be bigger than jigga and killer cam
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| Picture that while hes sittin back sippin out a guinness can
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| Feelin trapped
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| Done with the chitter chat!
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| Little man dealing crack for a bit of cash
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| Put his shit on smash, buildin' stacks
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| Livin isnt bad
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| Untill a cat got in his flat
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| And hit him with a bat
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| And they found where he hid his stash
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| Little man fouled it
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| Get him back
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| Now really mad
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| Feelin militant put on his timberlands and headed to the flat
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| Where the cats that had jacked him were chillin at
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| Bowl full of gas in his gaff
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| And lit a match
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| Put it in a bad
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| And away it goes BANG!
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| But the cat’s whole family was in the flat
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| Now it’s definitely defo prison for little man
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| He could of been one in a million he could’ve had the whole world in his hands
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| But shit hit the fan
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| When the cat came back
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| With his strap
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| Pulled the trigger back
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| Finished little man in a flash
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| Its a FACT!
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| That he’s dead now…
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| They used to put my lights out and nights out
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| And days in spent blazing
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| And tell me to not be gaining the mazes
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| But why now it’s right out amazing to think
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| Now let the revolutionaries sing
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| Stand up for your rights and fight for revolution
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| Free your mind so we can prise constitution
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| 'Cause they’re killing us all… |