| Jump in the booth, spit something exciting
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| Bounce that, run radio on a hype ting
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| Dem man are still on some funky hype
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| Us man, we are the sluming type
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| Can’t get one up on us on a hype ting
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| Us man stayed around tools that will smash up your car
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| Or your mumzy’s car on a spaz ting
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| No hype ting
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| I’m down to ride out till I’m all deadout
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| Old boss
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| Slap something hot on your head
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| Spit dirt till I’m gone, hit dirt till I’m dead
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| Cause I do this ting, please don’t think I won’t
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| Gloves on, thump one and slump one
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| (Shif) Dun told 'em already, fam, that I cause damage
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| I’ll leave Matt slumped in his own passage
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| Come to his yard and I’ll let him have it
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| Don’t ever think I won’t, think I won’t bang it
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| Come like a sun, bare skin, I’ll tan it
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| Things get nuts when I start for the 'matic
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| Mek a man do 2 2 acrobatic
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| Roll with a pump like say I’m asthmatic
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| When I pump the pump
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| Dun know, fam, arsey’s what I’m like
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| If I let it off, fam, then you’re gonna see lights
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| Beef with me? |
| Best know it’s on sight
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| When I’m holding a match, best know I ain’t hype
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| (Clap) I’ll clap your headtop in the sky
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| Tings get nuts when the ting’s on my side
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| (TK) Fuck the malarkey
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| The beat is shit if it ain’t Faze Miyake
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| Tune is shit if it does not star me
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| Merky, Shif, Ego or MI
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| You know I’m barmy
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| Couple man deep don’t think you can par me
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| Got something mad that will make your darg eat
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| All real talk, now, why would I L-I
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| E’s what I sold when I went couple parties
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| Most time to Dean and some time to Charlie
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| Couple new Gs in the cut with the semi
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| So man just best watch the cartis
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| Cause you can catch three in a row like Sharky
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| I’m slumping your jewels while you grind with a Barbie
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| (Merky) Come, let’s rally
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| Man get slumped and left in the corner
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| Take away life like a Chinese order
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| Holes in a man like recorder
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| Holes in a man like flute
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| Smash the window, drag man out the coupe
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| I’ll be aiming at heads, fuck aiming at shoes
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| Leave you holding your neck while your blood does ooze
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| Hungry, starving, but I’ve got food
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| Grinding, grinding, that’s what I do
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| But no slow winding with gash that’s loose
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| If I ain’t shotting or shooting
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| Then Merky ACE is probably in suits
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| Don’t think that I need help with my English
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| When I say that I’m in the bestest crew |