| He wanna know who, it’s Sharky Major
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| I grind hard for the yakhi paper
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| Should know 'bout me from back in the day
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| When I used to spray with today’s stars on Déjà
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| There ain’t nobody greater
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| Yeah
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| When Shark attacks, they can’t react
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| Heartbeats increase and it becomes hard to relax
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| I’ll forever stay large
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| Different class, in fact, for the bars
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| When Shark attacks, they can’t react
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| Control the mic like a spitter in charge
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| Me, I’m not any one of these dargs
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| Some ah talk hard when they are nothing but soft
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| Darg, the ocean ain’t big enough for two of us
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| Yeah, it’s Jerome on my own, my ting, I do it, love
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| Paper-pursuing, ask certain man what they’re doing
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| They’ll say nothing, I’m on the property ladder and moving up
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| Yeah, this game, I’m still a star in
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| I went years without barring
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| Still stand strong in the square with any of these MC brehs
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| He wants to stay clear
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| He’s bars king when he ain’t near and I’m laughing
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| Like haha, oh please, his flows ain’t enchanted
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| 'Nuff MCs chat a whole bag of greaze
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| But what they release still needs enhancing
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| Man are hungry for the beats, I’m starving
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| Just like I did two weeks of fasting
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| And you know say I do eat, man are true beast
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| You can ask him
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| I’m unique, different category I’m classed in
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| Technically outclassed him
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| Boss like Rick Ross while they bitch a lot like secretaries
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| Me, I ain’t begging 'em, please
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| I’m advanced and ahead of their league, I get MCs
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| One phone call if it’s a lone shark ting
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| I roll call young gunner or old school
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| Don’t tek man for no fool
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| Might see my chrome blasting
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| Cross the line, there’s no rules, no talking
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| No question-asking
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| The roads ain’t sweet and nuttin' ain’t free
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| Like being in a city with parking
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| When Shark attacks, they can’t react
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| Heartbeats increase and it becomes hard to relax
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| I’ll forever stay large
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| Different class, in fact, for the bars
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| When Shark attacks, they can’t react
|
| Control the mic like a spitter in charge
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| Me, I’m not any one of these dargs
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| Some ah talk hard when they are nothing but soft
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| Darg, the ocean ain’t big enough for two of us
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| Yeah, it’s Jerome on my own, my ting, I do it, love
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| Paper-pursuing, ask certain man what they’re doing
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| They’ll say nothing, I’m on the property ladder and moving up
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| So I back the flow up, governor for the show
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| If you want, we can bet, double up for your dough
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| If you’re doubting Jerome and the way that I’m sounding
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| Like this scene I ain’t renowned in
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| That night, your Ps will get the rounds in
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| You’re not that guy, on a mad hype
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| On the track, why? |
| To me, that’s a clown ting
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| Chuck it with me, most definitely get spun
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| I heard your talk 'bout you move with the whole heat
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| But there won’t be nobody, no OG
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| Phoning me up like «bro, you should allow them»
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| Lyrically, I’m expounding
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| This ain’t your scene, leave these surroundings
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| Too many MCs screaming and shouting horribly
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| No quality, it bothers me
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| Cause they talk like they’re in the league of the crowned kings
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| Squash that, it’s Major
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| One of the grime scene greatest
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| Might think I flopped cause I fell off the radars
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| I was on top of getting my papers
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| Raised the stakes, now I take lots of weighters
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| Ain’t a baiders but I’ve got
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| A whole wardrobe full of trainers
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| And I live life like I’m famous
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| Might book a flight out to Vegas
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| When Shark attacks, they can’t react
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| Heartbeats increase and it becomes hard to relax
|
| I’ll forever stay large
|
| Different class, in fact, for the bars
|
| When Shark attacks, they can’t react
|
| Control the mic like a spitter in charge
|
| Me, I’m not any one of these dargs
|
| Some ah talk hard when they are nothing but soft
|
| Darg, the ocean ain’t big enough for two of us
|
| Yeah, it’s Jerome on my own, my ting, I do it, love
|
| Paper-pursuing, ask certain man what they’re doing
|
| They’ll say nothing, I’m on the property ladder and moving up
|
| Darg, the ocean ain’t big enough for two of us
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| Yeah, it’s Jerome on my own, my ting, I do it, love
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| Paper-pursuing, ask certain man what they’re doing
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| They’ll say nothing, I’m on the property ladder and moving up
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| Over here, it’s Sharky Major
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| I grind hard for the yaki paper
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| Should know 'bout me from back in the day
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| When I used to spray with today’s stars on Déjà
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| It’s Sharky Major
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| I grind hard for the yaki paper
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| Should know 'bout me from back in the day
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| When I used to spray with today’s stars on Déjà
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| I swear it’s too easy
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| Shark Major
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| You know
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| Skeppy on the beat |