| Junior
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| Meridian War
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| London
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| This is what music sounds like in my dreams man
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| Mental
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| Yeah, I’m in my zone
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| Livin the life of the young and gifted
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| In the studio, run out of drink, all we got is some weed and biscuits
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| I’m supposed to be writing
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| Instead I’m daydreaming about doggy-styling Kate Winslet
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| Snap out of the dream
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| Pass me the lighter let me light up the green
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| A million words in my head
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| Tryna think about punchlines that I haven’t already said
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| I wanna write a diss track but my enemies are already dead
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| I only smoke one spliff but my eyes are already red
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| I’ll be waiting til the cows come home
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| For man to offer me a biscuit cos I don’t normally beg
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| Open up the pizza box we got earlier but it’s full of crust and corn
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| We’ve been here so long
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| I just heard the speakers yawn
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| I go hard like Jason Bourne
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| These other MC’s remind me of Mr. Bean and Johnny English reborn
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| But I still beep my horn
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| Screamin' team UK
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| Cos that’s where I made my name
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| That’s where I made my change
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| That’s where I fucked up them pussyholes when they tried to pop my chain
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| Nothing but true facts that I speak on the track
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| Real niggas know where the real niggas at
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| I’m a good youth but I will fight back
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| Out to the mixed-race, white and black
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| Fake G’s all over the place
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| If you put it on me you better put something over your face
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| Cos I won’t snitch I’ll tell the officer I don’t wanna press no charges
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| I’m closing the case
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| Discharge myself from the hospital
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| Fuck the constable
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| Go home and deal with the beef like sunday roast on a plate
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| See I grew up in London
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| Where the olders talk, but the youngers ain’t listening
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| I was given dirty looks by the priest at my christening
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| No food in the kitchen
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| Two brothers, one sister’n
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| Right now you’re listening to the oldest sibling
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| And I get so much cake I might change my surname to Kipling
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| All the mandem raise your glasses again
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| Here’s to another year at the top of the game
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| Ah we just can’t stop toasting
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| Said I’ll be a big MC by end of school term and they thought I was joking
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| Now I got 15 girls in my bed and each and every one of them’s roasting
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| Same shit different day (x3)
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| Me and the mandem moeshing
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| Said I’ll be a big MC by end of school term and they thought I was joking
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| Now I got 15 girls in my bed and each and every one of them’s roasting
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| Blacklisted, yeah |