| The way man’s been going on lately
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| I don’t think nobody can save me
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| Twisted thoughts in my head
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| I wake up at night with the devil at my bed
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| Telling me that I’ve gotta fill it up with lead
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| And don’t come home till the whole of them dead
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| Come Blue Battlefield, I’ll turn it red
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| Cuh fam, it’s insane, I’m mad crazy
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| Psycho, loco, off my nut
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| I’m insane, I’m mad crazy
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| Push my button, you’ll get tucked
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| Insane, I’m mad crazy
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| I’ll paint the place red like a postbox
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| An old school phone box
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| And a double decker bus
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| Man are just gliding
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| When it kicks off, MA ain’t hiding
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| Every so often, I do some fighting
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| But more time, man are there with the knife, king
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| Or I’ve got the aim-on-sight in
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| Touch one of mine and man ah man’s riding
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| And I ain’t talking about no horses
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| Done with the broad day, it’s a late night ting
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| I’ll kite him
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| Jaw swinging like I spiked him
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| When he heard thunder and he felt lightning
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| There was no point tryna revive him
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| It was all over on contact
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| Known all over, that’s a known fact
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| Putting in work like «who are you, blud?»
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| Straight to the point, I get all my grub
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| It’s mad crazy
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| The way man’s been going on lately
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| I don’t think nobody can save me
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| Twisted thoughts in my head
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| I wake up at night with the devil at my bed
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| Telling me that I’ve gotta fill it up with lead
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| And don’t come home till the whole of them dead
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| Come Blue Battlefield, I’ll turn it red
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| Cuh fam, it’s insane, I’m mad crazy
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| Psycho, loco, off my nut
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| Insane, I’m mad crazy
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| Push my button, you’ll get tucked
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| Insane, I’m mad crazy
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| I’ll paint the place red like a postbox
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| An old school phone box
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| And a double decker bus
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| In London, get much more than a chiefing
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| When I’m on the frontline, frontline, leading
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| When I’m on the frontline, man start bleeding
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| If a man’s hiding, man ah go seek him
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| Just give man a reason
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| On track five, I gave man a reason
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| Me and the OG Reason
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| Tryna get a masterplan for this Ps in
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| No likkle man in the room when we’re speaking
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| Fuck a mouse
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| I’ll press trigger and delete him
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| Sculpture your figure, then I’m leaving
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| If you see the guts, you’ll be heaving
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| Cuh it looks nuts when a man’s stiff leaking
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| Totally lifeless
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| Can’t even hear him breathing
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| It’s mad crazy
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| The way man’s been going on lately
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| I don’t think nobody can save me
|
| Twisted thoughts in my head
|
| I wake up at night with the devil at my bed
|
| Telling me that I’ve gotta fill it up with lead
|
| And don’t come home till the whole of them dead
|
| Come Blue Battlefield, I’ll turn it red
|
| Cuh fam, it’s insane, I’m mad crazy
|
| Psycho, loco, off my nut
|
| Insane, I’m mad crazy
|
| Push my button, you’ll get tucked
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| Insane, I’m mad crazy
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| I’ll paint the place red like a postbox
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| An old school phone box
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| And a double decker bus
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| Come to the Gaza, come to the Gaza
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| Think you’re a big man? |
| Come to the Gaza
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| Call out my name? |
| I’ll jump out a bush and
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| That will be the last time you come to the Gaza
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| Move dark on the frontline like Zaha
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| I don’t do it with no contrasting colour
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| Take man’s spot and he can’t say nada
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| Dem likkle crayon can’t talk to the Parker
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| Don’t draw for your likkle Swiss Army pen knife
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| My one’s sharper
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| Stick it in his neck, turn him a blood gargler
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| Chopping up trees in the trap like a gardener
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| I’m out here, B
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| Still going stage shows, say FT
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| Ting bucked off if anyone needs
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| Shots go boom
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| When I skid around the corner, tyres dem screech
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| It’s mad crazy
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| The way man’s been going on lately
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| I don’t think nobody can save me
|
| Twisted thoughts in my head
|
| I wake up at night with the devil at my bed
|
| Telling me that I’ve gotta fill it up with lead
|
| And don’t come home till the whole of them dead
|
| Come Blue Battlefield, I’ll turn it red
|
| Cuh fam, it’s insane, I’m mad crazy
|
| Psycho, loco, off my nut
|
| Insane, I’m mad crazy
|
| Push my button, you’ll get tucked
|
| Insane, I’m mad crazy
|
| I’ll paint the place red like a postbox
|
| An old school phone box
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| And a double decker bus |