| Outta the thin air to the rescue.
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| About to bless you, higher than Finn air
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| I wreck crews. |
| Who wanna wrestle?
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| Let it be known the rest better be letting it go.
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| Iґm type: Incredible
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| Donґt get no redder than so.
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| Iґm right on this
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| Making it hot like in saunas
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| Honest Iґm about to bomb this
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| Eating mcs like piranhas
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| Even Clark gets pyjamas, could’ve helped you
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| get that flow tight
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| You lowlife
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| Thinking you rapping just ґcos you hold a mic
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| I donґt want a piece of the pie, I want a whole slice
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| Still, you know I easily smile, I donґt need no ice
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| A little bit of weed and Iґm fine for the whole night
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| And every hour or so about four pints
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| Long nights and short days now, that’s me Never been known really for acting classy
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| Your girlfriend says she loves how my pants be baggy
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| And that my raps be making the thoughts on her mind nasty.
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| Iґm a quit that chit chat
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| Spit that shit that
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| Yґall get to spit back if you with that
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| Now you already heard a thunder sound in the underground
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| Nowadays they wondering how I come around
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| Only amateurs thinking my city is a summer town
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| My flowґs a snow plough for you all year round
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| So whatever you saying I ainґt listening
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| Messing with this, a stupid move like pissing in the wind
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| My flowґs like nitroglycerine
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| Now do I need to tell you to raise your fist again?
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| Now for yґall who donґt know it’s aa for life
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| And for yґall trying to flow, better say goodnight
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| Letters I spray is trife
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| Seems like it’s gonna be another one of them late nights
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| (We ґbout to take flight!)
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| Ainґt it a sight?
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| Now Red do whatever Red like
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| Something stupid is probably what Red might
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| Clothes is nice, but rather a sponsor by Red Stripe
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| If it ainґt s** then Iґm a be getting some head right?
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| Iґm a quit that chit chat
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| Spit that shit that
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| Yґall get to spit back if you with that
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| When I got a drink in front of me Iґm the last to frown
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| You think you know how to boogie better pass the crown
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| I got a lot of trash in my mouth need to spit it out
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| So listen, I ainґt leaving ґtil they drag me out
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| (You have grass?) Mad amounts
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| Plenty to pass around
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| Forever we steadily ready to heavily mash out
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| So why you looking at me like Iґm the asshole now?
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| You silly
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| That ainґt me really, just ask around
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| Still I never pay much attention to them fashion clowns
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| Donґt give a fuck and a half bout them bastards now
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| So what if you got cash and a mansion and a house?
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| What you bragging ґbout?
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| Shut your nagging mouth.
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| Iґm a quit that chit chat
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| Spit that shit that
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| Yґall get to spit back if you with that |