| The passion is war like a Monday night in the stakes
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| With the papers used to get high with your mates
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| Fuck the old me, I buried him
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| I come back as man and I’m wiping the slate (clean)
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| Geezers get themselves right in a state
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| Whenever I grab the mic and I spray
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| They can’t get in my lane I travel at light-speed
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| When I ride beats I can’t use the highway
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| So hit the highway you little mug
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| I’m fucked up like sluts doing bumps in the pub
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| Couple man told me I shouldn’t do grime
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| How can I stop I’m in love with the stuff
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| This ain’t no game to me but I can make emcees get stuck in the mud
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| I’m way too abrupt I’ll be shaking 'em up
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| They ain’t got no heart like I aimed at their lung
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| Any bets on the table I’m takin' 'em up
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| Laughing the whole way down to the bookies
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| Wanna know why I don’t do too many sets anymore?
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| I can’t be surrounded by rookies
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| These guys just piss me off like the geezers on beaches shouting 'lookie'
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| I don’t understand their gibberish, it’s like they’re speaking in wookie
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| I ain’t fucking around today I ain’t coming around to play
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| You better come out my way, you better come out my way
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| I ain’t fucking around today I ain’t coming around to play
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| You better come out my way, you better come out my way
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| I ain’t fucking around today I ain’t coming around to play
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| You better come out my way, you better come out my way
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| I don’t care what you’ve done with a Pyrex bowl
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| On the microphone I still dissect fully
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| If I get booked for a rave up north be warned when I tell you it’s gonna get
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| mucky
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| Heard a certain guy say he was gonna spin me
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| Hold on wait how could he?
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| I’m top of the table and I’m more than capable
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| Come against T you’ll break like cookies
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| So stop milkin' it you can’t censor me I won’t filter it
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| I’ve been down in the dumps so low that I didn’t have no will to live
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| So just seal your lips
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| You ain’t felt my pain, you ain’t been where I’ve been
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| God holds my reins
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| I used to mask my emotions
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| These days I just show my face
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| I’m way off the scale it can’t hold my weight
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| I was off the rails until I found my faith
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| If you did the same thing expecting a different result
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| Then surely that’s insane
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| Done it anyway and I run myself into the ground
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| But now man are out of the cage
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| Free roaming the scene with a dream that my music could make a change
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| I ain’t fucking around today I ain’t coming around to play
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| You better come out my way, you better come out my way
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| I ain’t fucking around today I ain’t coming around to play
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| You better come out my way, you better come out my way
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| I ain’t fucking around today I ain’t coming around to play
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| You better come out my way, you better come out my way
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| Brother I’m not fucking around but ladies in my life say otherwise
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| So ahead of myself in this race it’s like I was sent back from another time
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| McFly will find a son in grime
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| Who’s like I can’t ride with no-one I’m nice
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| Baking you might get bun or sliced
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| I ain’t faking I’m here with a bloody knife
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| I’m cutting my own two legs off
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| And they still ain’t coming up the sides
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| You messed up then died when I touched the mic
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| I’ve been killing emcees since double 05
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| Body count like Bundy
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| Spun me, who? |
| That’s nothing but a bag full of lies
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| If they think that they’re looking on point then they will be when I put tacs
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| in their eyes
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| Whatever they throw at me I’ll cope with
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| Keep it moving I’m a poet in motion
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| Keep abusin' everybody inside this of this hopeless ocean full up with jokers
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| Parasites I see vultures politics and all the hocus pocus
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| I ain’t fucking around today tomorrow, the next day after is hopeless
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| Tryna swing with Jim, to swing with Jim is like trying to rid the bling off any
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| real man here
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| That be doing this thing it’s on top like OT when we stormed in
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| Rest in peace Stormin'
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| Like a poker bet it’s all in now fuck 'em
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| I told Tommy B keep coming with the bars so hard retards can’t touch 'em
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| I ain’t fucking around today I ain’t fucking around today
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| Tomorrow, next year, the year after
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| You might wanna stay well away
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| I ain’t fucking around today I ain’t fucking around today
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| Tomorrow, next year, the year after
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| So you might wanna stay well away |