| I don’t care about top one, two or three
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| Cah they’ll talk about four when I back out the hammer
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| You won’t find Lord of the mics on my planner
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| What you on about? |
| I ain’t even cool with Jammer
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| I know it’s not beef but have I told you why?
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| One or two of my friends might tell me I have to
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| But I ain’t a pagan, my brother is JME
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| I never wanna text him, sorry I had to (Know why?)
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| The joke of it is if you tried to wrap him, I might still back him
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| You not understanding is what I imagine
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| ‘Cause I have got loyalty you can’t imagine (Trust)
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| For my guys, I will fly like Aladdin
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| I’ll duck man down like it’s Madden
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| Escape from the floor with these patterns
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| Keep thinkin' I’m chattin', I’ll leave man spread out and flattened
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| This whole EP is a bonus
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| You man know who’s the coldest
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| You’re levels below me
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| What’s the point in ownin' a Lambo' if you man can’t afford my focus (Mad)
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| Man have come a long way from growin' food in the front room (Sheesh)
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| Servin' to stoners
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| My bro didn’t notice I had two sticks in the pad
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| Comin' like the Xbox controllers (Wow)
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| You look good in your three bag jacket
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| 'Til you get sprayed up and coated
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| Anyone that diss me, noted
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| I am not jokin', know this
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| I’ll go through your X-Files and track man down like Scully and Mul' did
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| Man indirect, I will notice
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| A red sea will part from under your nose-bridge
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| When I raise my hand like I’m Moses
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| Pagans everywhere, trust me, nothin' ain’t goin' unnoticed
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| When I raise my hand like I’m Moses
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| Pagans everywhere, trust me, nothin' ain’t goin' unnoticed
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| When they’re talkin' egos, I ain’t got much of that
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| MC list, you can miss me with all that
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| I don’t care about king of this, king of that
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| Look at the state of the scene, this kingdom is whack (Trust)
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| A million songs talkin' about waps
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| When half of them haven’t even heard one clap
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| They always get ruck up then shut up
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| Why don’t they ever wanna talk ‘bout that? |
| (Hmm)
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| Man are not biggin' up the girls these times
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| There’s a few that’ll spin ‘em off tracks (Hmm)
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| Spotify showed us your play count
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| Rich in your lyrics but you don’t make racks (That's true)
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| You’ve been dead for the last four years
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| Now you’re chattin' far about bringin' grime back
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| Shockin' behaviour ‘cause it’s Pikachu if I tweet you
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| What do you mean by that? |
| (Hmm)
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| You know what, give it a rest
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| These MCs beg friend of best
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| Don’t DM me givin' me ratings
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| Tweet that with your chest, blood
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| Who are you tryna impress?
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| Violate me, it’s payback time
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| Every day of your life, comin' like uni debt interest
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| On smoke but I’m blessed
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| Been like this since I was young, Turin' one or two out the crèche
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| F drop, I got flows that’d man an arm and a leg
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| Diss me and go home with one arm and a leg
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| Every man’s chattin' less about bullet-proof vests
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| Always forget to armour the head
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| Every year they say grime’s dead
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| How can it be dead when it’s here every year?
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| Makes sense, you man sound obsessed
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| I make about a hundred a year from streams
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| That sounds like cheques (Mad)
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| Pagans everywhere, trust me, nothin' ain’t goin' unnoticed
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| When I raise my hand like I’m Moses
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| Pagans everywhere, trust me, nothin' ain’t goin' unnoticed |