| My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die
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| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
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| My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die
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| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
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| My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die
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| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
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| My brother this ting can’t di-i-i-i-i-i-ie
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| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses hi-i-i-i-i-i-igh
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| Yo, they ain’t got no style
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| Everybody’s full of shit for the millionth time
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| When I done G1 they was doing it then
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| Like some of them ain’t got a clue with this pen
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| Or without the pen I’ll still spray your whole head off
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| That’s my legacy you want brother, get off
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| Function like a machine the way I let off
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| Listen to the radio, lots are gonna set off
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| Shot these products, I shot for my wage
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| Free spirit, I done a lot for my age
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| Had wars in the ring but not in my cage
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| Done a bit for the scene but not on my stage
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| When you write a bar you’re talking to yourself
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| When I write bars I speak to the whole place
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| Of people who have been 'ere, every day I’m in 'ere
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| I win 'ere, sin 'ere, gyaldem grin 'ere
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| All I really wanted was a Burberry mac and a vision moped
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| All I really wanted was a chaps and chain on my neck and wrist
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| All I really wanted was a Burberry mac and a vision moped
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| All I really wanted was a chaps and chain
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| My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die
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| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
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| My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die
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| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
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| My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die
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| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
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| My brother this ting can’t di-i-i-i-i-i-ie
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| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses hi-i-i-i-i-i-igh
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| No badmind gonna prosper against this two-headed monster
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| I get money like a baller or boxer
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| Thought I couldn’t see but I already clocked ya
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| Yo, no badmind gonna prosper against this two-headed monster
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| I get money like a baller or boxer
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| Thought I couldn’t see but I already clocked ya
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| Please don’t try it, I need it, I buy it
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| It’s wet, gotta dry it, I win, don’t tie it
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| My accent’s mine and the them a flyin'
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| The only I’m never gonna stop is trying
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| My dons
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| Your top boys are bacon in a pan fryin'
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| Travel around the world sharing energy
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| See me in the garrison, see me in the
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| All I really wanted was a Burberry mac and a vision moped
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| All I really wanted was a chaps and chain on my neck and wrist
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| All I really wanted was a Burberry mac and a vision moped
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| All I really wanted was a chaps and chain
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| My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die
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| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
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| My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die
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| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
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| My brother, my brother, this ting can’t die
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| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses high
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| My brother this ting can’t di-i-i-i-i-i-ie
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| Let’s have a toast to grime, raise your glasses hi-i-i-i-i-i-igh |