| Tommy Evans:
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| I’ll stop you in your tracks if you start with me
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| With raps so fat they clog your arteries
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| I’m so inventive with my artistry
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| I break ground like earthquakes and part the seas
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| Be a smart emcee, stop sparking trees
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| Smokers get blunted, ain’t as sharp as T
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| I’m on point like laboured emcees can’t cut it
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| I’ll slice up your intestines, leave you gutted
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| Destroy the stress, you boys can’t test
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| I’ll rip out your windpipe, leave you short of breath
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| I walk with Jehst, we’re Yorkshire’s best
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| My flow’s so hot that it will scorch your flesh
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| I burn emcees, give em the third degree
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| Send them to Accident &Emergency
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| They urgently need plastic surgery
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| Because he said this’ll bleed internally
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| I watch as you fade into obscurity, nuff eternity reign for eternity
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| I purposely, run perfectly, am I the best? |
| (No doubt)
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| It’s a certainty!
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| Jehst:
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| Yo I decapitate wack and fake rappers at a rapid rate
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| Either take cover, or run like the clappers mate
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| Because I’m done with the track I make it happen
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| Break beats and batter tracks, chiefs I eradicate
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| I can see straight through their front like acetate
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| Heat up the beats so their weak flows evaporate
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| Burn the earth til' it reverts to it’s natural state
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| Battle great pretenders bend their twisted shit back to shape
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| Shape shifting man I’ll make, plans to assassinate
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| Piss-take rappers hate the fact that I captivate…
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| Crowds, cos I’m holding it down like gaffa tape
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| Try and start shit and my sharp wit will lacerate…
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| Half wits, my gamma ray targets you pop stars
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| I’ll carpet bomb your boot c&, and bombard…
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| Troops tactical, run tracks like stock cars
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| Burn my name into your back with these hot bars
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| The battle ground stomper, nocturnal author
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| Kidnap rappers and carry out water torture
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| Drown a performer, brainstorm on A4
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| Verbal napalm, blazing the trail for…
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| The battle ground stomper, nocturnal author
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| Kidnap rappers and carry out water torture
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| Drown a performer, brainstorm on A4
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| We wage war on you fake types
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| Tommy Evans:
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| You heard the T aint tight, don’t believe the hype
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| I’m louder than a bomb so I don’t need a mic
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| I bring the noise faster than the speed of light
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| And shower clever rhymes, you don’t see too bright
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| You can’t read or write, I’m raps cleverest mind
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| My body of work is ahead of its time
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| You’ll have to wait til' 2079
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| The cryptologist will crack every line
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| Jehst:
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| I see you biters setting your watches seconds behind
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| To try and catch what I’m dropping when you’re checking the rhyme
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| You’re saying nothing, like a professional mime
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| While I’m spitting this liquid of the venemous kind
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| Read my lips, like an unsettling sign
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| Now I might flip any minute, leave you dead in your prime
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| Severing spines with heads, when the letters align
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| To spell Jehst! |
| I shine as I steadily climb
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| We can go toe-to-toe so don’t be stepping on mine
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| You see me and T.E. |
| stay deadly combined
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| We told you once already, now this is double jeapordy
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| Pre-school lyricists are having trouble getting me
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| I got a primitive remedy for that attitude
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| New jack rappers get battered til' they’re black and blue
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| They made a track or two, but didn’t have a clue
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| To me it doesn’t matter who you are, I’ll still flatten you
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| Steamroll through your whole crew, fuck your fashion shoot
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| You couldn’t see me if you drank a tank of carrot juice
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| I get the jam jumping like kangaroos
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| He who dares, now there’s a man who stands to lose
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| My style’s shocking like a damaged fuse
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| I drop savage tunes, like arsenic in your Malibu
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| The battle ground stomper, nocturnal author
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| Kidnap rappers and carry out water torture
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| Drown a performer, brainstorm on A4
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| Verbal napalm, blazing the trail for…
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| The battle ground stomper, nocturnal author
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| Kidnap rappers and carry out water torture
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| Drown a performer, brainstorm on A4
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| We wage war on you fake types
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| Scratches |