| You dont get an invitation, you’re not in the loop
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| Brimstone I’m in the house like a property boom
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| Got a man boggilin' boo, bringin' the bottle of brew
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| I do the magic like, bibble dee bobble dee boo
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| You heard a lot of shit about me and its probably true
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| So get it all off your chest when I’m not in the room
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| I’m not in the mood for school boys up in the jam
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| Who wanna throw the toys outta the pram
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| So you know we don’t play nice
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| Fuck fisher price, better be tonka
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| Catch a hundred hand slap like I’m E. Honda
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| On some Del Boy hustle, you’re a silly plonker!
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| Searching for the golden ticket and I’m Willy Wonka
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| When I flip it on ya, beyond your expectations
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| Simply putting pen to paper’s cause for celebration
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| You ain’t quick on the draw, you draw with hesitation
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| When I draw I call it split second illustration
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| Hit it quick like graffiti in the train station
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| Or younger youts making music on a Playstation
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| Listen, my position with the skill is painstaking
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| The butcher with the bloodstained apron
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| Connect the Spdif, Roll the Splidif
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| Puff, puff, hit it!
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| (Yo pass me that ting there, man)
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| Connect the Spdif, Roll the Splidif
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| ('hey yo whatdup') Homeskillet
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| Bless bruv, kick another lyric!
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| So just let the vagabond get his swagger on
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| Fat bag of chron got me blessed like the island of Avalon
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| Jehst walk the path less travelled on
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| Dirt track, back road
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| Hot box a travelodge
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| Starting revolutions like Cubans with kalashnikovs
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| Mengi Bus back on road
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| Running down traffic cops
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| Just let me puff my weed
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| It stop like the bus from Speed
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| It don’t matter, because I must proceed
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| Pass 'Go' collect 200 bucks and breeze
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| I don’t really give a fuck who leaves
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| When I’m wiling
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| Stark naked high on mescaline
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| Stage diving in the middle of my set?
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| This is what you get!
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| I’m different to these rappers that are sipping on Moët
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| 'Cause they weren’t doing shit when I was spitting on cassette!
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| Let’s turn the game around
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| We 'bout to flip it on its head!
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| Connect the Spdif, Roll the Splidif
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| Puff, puff, hit it
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| (What's that you’ve got there man, it’s a)
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| Connect the Spdif, Roll the Splidif
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| ('hey yo whatdup') Homeskillet
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| Bless bruv, kick another lyric!
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| Yo
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| And I’ll be cotching in my grotty cave
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| Watching Dave
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| Until the day that I rot away
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| Copulate on the page
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| I make love to beats
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| Serve my luncheon meat wrapped in (Ugh)
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| And everybody wanna quote, coming up to me
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| «Can you write down the sound when I suck my teeth?»
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| I’m legendary
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| My status is hard to earn
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| Just be content with the fact that you were the fastest sperm!
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| And don’t stick your nose in where you aren’t concerned
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| Or find a female relative with carpet burn
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| Your car crash and burn
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| You took a wrong turn!
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| Fuck a shortcut, you should’ve thought of long term
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| It ain’t jiggy!
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| You can’t work with me!
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| Ticking MCs off of my list like Early Hickey (Earl!)
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| My flow stays milk like a pregnant girls titty
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| The beats butter because we churned 'em out quickly
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| Connect the Spdif, Roll the Splidif
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| Puff, puff, hit it
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| (That look like that kryptonite, blud)
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| Connect the Spdif, Roll the Splidif
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| ('hey yo whatdup') Homeskillet
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| Bless bruv, kick another lyric! |