| Can I have a case of samples?
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| Which, believe me, is a load
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| (What the devil’s that?)
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| I get deeper than a scuba diver
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| Better ratings on the street than an Über driver
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| So have a listen, mate, act as if this isn’t great
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| You know I go in like I’m acting in Prison Break
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| Every lyric sprayed is the greatest in a different way
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| Whenever you spray, it’s just the same shit, different day
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| I’ve got the crude stuff streaming like an oil rush
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| I poke a lot of fun at your shit, royal flush
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| Mud rich but we’re lyrically absolute
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| Bet you’ll fall short like a midget with a parachute
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| You’ve forgotten how to MC, chaps
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| You ain’t got a gift, you’ve got empty raps
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| I’m the best in the business, stressing these bitches
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| Getting more hoes than Vietnamese dishes
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| And it really isn’t hard to see what you’re about
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| You’ve been living off garbage like Oscar the Grouch
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| If you didn’t think that I was trouble then you’re fully wrong
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| My bars are solid gold, that’s how the fuck I get my bully on
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| You walk around thinking whatever you spit is cool
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| It’s out of this world, it’s the chronicles of ridicule
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| My bars are graffiti, I’m a writer and destroyer
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| You say you’re the cream, but nigga, I prefer soya
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| I don’t think I’ll ever have nicer words for ya
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| Like it’s all good, man, I ain’t Heisenberg’s lawyer
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| We’ve been rolling around doing some other things
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| But don’t get it twisted, we’re still the fucking kings
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| Still hold it down, we got the flow and ting
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| Hold my crown, bruv, I’m going in
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| See, I know my art, I know my flow’s bizarre
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| Watch should weather any storm like it’s Noah’s ark
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| No, I can’t hear anybody tryna be negative
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| Can’t take my wind if you ain’t even dealt with overdraft
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| Plant a seed and grow a plant
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| I hear these rappers and their art and integrity seems to grow apart
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| I used to listen to these rappers and I’d only laugh
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| Now I’ve had a change of heart, like I’m Tony Stark
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| Got insight in the diaphragm
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| But their vibes are so flat, I don’t even need to iron man
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| People make assumptions, only, I know my final plan
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| I know I’m sitting on fire like a frying pan
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| Watch the eggs sizzle, yes, Rizzle
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| Never academic cause I’m best middle
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| Ayo, you never gave me that respect? |
| Then expect little
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| You see, exams made me laugh but now girls want my testicles
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| Exam, laugh, get it? |
| Not a damn chance
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| Only get my filler bars, I’m that smart
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| You see, my race came with hurdles but I never played the black card
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| Now I’m only ever taking charges on my black card
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| Didn’t dumb down, I wised up
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| People seem to get a nice buzz from bragging that they supply drugs
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| Might be selling class As, you ain’t selling class
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| Now the classes above you are saying «nice one»
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| We’ve been rolling around doing some other things
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| But don’t get it twisted, we’re still the fucking kings
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| Still hold it down, we got the flow and ting
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| Hold my crown
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| My type of brain is like a crane, a tidal wave of ideas
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| I’m the same, whether I’m on stage or I write a page
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| Or I’m tryna make movies with the title name beside my face
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| Despite the fame, my rhyming game is like Mikill Pane in a cycle lane
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| I dutty ride a kick and snare, with a twist of rizzle there
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| Three kings with a different heir, skin that shit in here
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| Spark it and watch the paper sizzle till it isn’t there
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| Live a wild life, I’m a grizzly breh
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| Listen, bro, you can’t ever get me pigeonholed
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| Kill 'em with the blow, with the flow or a sicker joke
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| On the ends with some nutty fuckers that are game-ready
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| Then I’m on the same telly with Lorraine Kelly
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| Halfway to an OBE
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| But when the queen hands 'em out, bruv, you won’t see me
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| I’m a role model rolling with models and won’t follow the trends
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| So I’m the man of yester-year and tomorrow
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| I’m old school London, chief, I ain’t even reached
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| Keep your farmer’s markets, man, fuck a quiche
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| And your sour dough, why you looking sour doe?
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| We’re the guys that lower your house price, that’s how it goes
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| A born star of council estate courtyards
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| Now I ball hard, taking winnings on my scorecard
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| See, I’m more advanced, doper than the Tour de France
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| I only gave up rap to give you all a chance |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hold My Crown , by - Mikill Pane. Song from the album Let MC It, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп