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Three bruddas in that one whip

See them two bruddas they don’t fuck with

You got one brudda with you on stuff

You got one brudda who ain’t on shit

So you hop out with that oddjob brudda

One pokey-pokey

One long-stick

But that same brudda who don’t get involved

With that same brudda —

Its about eleven o’clock

Pigs about — Federal watch

Scoring a jacket and telling us off

Couple of kiddies are peddling rock

I’m in no position to tell 'em it’s wrong

Taught as a young’un to never be soft

Little did I know that we was just nothing but cattle

We’re fighting a war that can never be won

Fuck all you starters the end is begun

Lord, pray for miracle

Pray that I never drop any subliminal

Pray that my dreams could never be literal

Fuck the bread, just give me the dough

Then I can make that shit on my own

Empty space I fill it with smoke

I lay awake and listen to ghosts

It’s better than music

It’s better than you pricks

You really should think of a better solution

Developing rumours

Can never be true shit, oh

The level improvement

I wow the crowd with excellence

However much you question this

There’s more to die and less to live

There’s more to life than all these cars and clothes and diamond necklaces

Too busy focusing on the outside

To see the viruses within

See many fell like Icarus

No flaws, I rise like estrogen

These rappers feminine

The Lords all draw swords from Pegasus

No forgetting it

Junkyard battlecat

You remember me

Everybody talk a lot of fucking breeze

I don’t see the point

Fuck what I want

Give me what I need

Don’t try pretend that it’s rainbows

When the shit’s deep

Couple bruddas in the slammer

If it ain’t that then are deceased

There’s something in the madness

Beneath the darkest shadows

Where the black hole isn’t active

Consume you from the inside

This internal parasite’s implosion

Feathers of the culprit

Flowing through this ever-dying ocean

Evidence of vultures

I see 'em flocking to the hopeless

Bow before your idols and your sculptures 'til this shit is over

Blame it on the soldier now

Blame the preacher at the pulpit

Blame me, blame the world

Anybody but yourself, you hypocrite

Fucking with some warlords from Middle-earth

Whispers of a hidden curse

It’s been a while

I’ll still emerge like «what's popping?»

If man wanna block me

I’ma drop a bomb like hobgoblin

High beard, try see it

You’re just a man

You can not stop me

I’ll soar in from the mist

I’m so detailed that my chorus have a chorus

With a bridge

So analyse this, analyst

I been flowed on way before three-thousand and Marilyn

See everybody’s tryna be the baddest

I don’t see a baddie written in the script

This is for my mandem on the fucking wing

Free my brudda got 'em locked down

Shits hostile

If you can’t hack

Better opt out

Compounds get run up in

They run wild

With blank face

Like mannequins

Stack a brick in hope that it might add an inch

I don’t wanna bear bad news

But I’m afraid you man are shit

I don’t wanna sound cliché

But for Pete’s sake what the fuck is this

Man I come in like Drew Hill

Just tighter jeans and less money

Name one tune you wrote

Look 'round, not one head nodding

This scene got me fucked up

Fucked up like ten mollies

Can’t try these, sparks fly

Like misused electronics

Tell Charlie to drop bombs

Tell Lethal put dench on it

Fake shit weren’t meant for me

This shit sound like destiny

I wake up with a smile

Thank Lord for another day

Pray that I don’t fall off again

Ain’t nothing safe in the wild

I saw this from a child

Them youths better stop fucking with me

I rain down on the city

Come in through your ceiling

Hitting through your Achilles

How the fuck you feeling, wot?

Three bruddas in that one whip

See them two bruddas they don’t fuck with

You got one brudda with you on stuff

You got one brudda who ain’t on shit

So you hop out with that oddjob brudda

One pokey-pokey

One long-stick

But that same brudda who don’t get involved

With that same brudda —

Look, Wizzy killing with the flow

O Kiddi K

Back in the day

I chiddy-chilled with the breddas on the road

I said back in the day

I said O Kiddi K

Well you heard what I say

Ca' you listen to the O

Yeah I came with the lyrics

And a different sicker flow

You ain’t came with the nothing

When you spittin its a —

You ain’t came with the nothing

When you spittin it’s a joke

But, but let me rewind that and relax

Let me rewind that and relax

I said let me rewind that ca that’s facts

You got stacks, hot tracks?

Rude boy, I don’t rewind that

Ca that’s trash

Listen, basically I rule

And again basically I ball

And again basically I spit bars 'til my face tickly and warm

Grave-diggidy guys try

Grave-diggidy guys fall

Brave slippery guys fight

Don’t fuck with the bass little bredda not cool

Yeah I be amazing emotional ocean

I roll with the focus to choke an opponent

Or open a nose with a vocal explosion

I’m overly cold, so the ocean is frozen

Yeah I be the greatest so nobody’s coping

Yeah I be the greatest so nobody’s going

Going where?

To the cave let me lace this flow

Back in the day

I was on that like I ate King Cole

So give me them lyrics, let me flow

See, like I was Ong-Bak with the eight inch poke

You blank slate, you zombie

You do handshakes

And sip coffee, cross the landscape

I get cross ca we all tryna be Rick Ross-y

See me though I’m over that

Yeah me and my dons got loads of raps

I got tall ones, short ones

I never flow thin ca the flow is fat

Said of course, you like that

You like monotonic raps on a hype track

They just bop their head to the hi-hat

I don’t like that, where’s the mic at

I’m in charge

Now bro I need now dough, like Ronaldo

I don’t follow fashion, I set trends

Cause I’m too sick, I need calpol!

It goes:

I be writing down everything that I see

Went from my flat at the seaside to chillin' with Chani in Battersea

Got couple zoots in my bag so I’m jamming and chatting all happily

Everyone knows that I come with the dank ting

You manna pissed cause you come with the wacker weed

Rollin with Bo to the club meaning everyone’s acting all shook at me

Me I be looking all happy but none of them mandem will look at me

So then speak when you tryna be humble and everyone’s acting all booky

Said it’s peak when you tryna be humble dem man they want take a pic of me

I said I’m holding a glass full of lemonade

Serenading my lady as we celebrate, yeah

Walk in the party we never late ca when I dress I don’t hesitate

Smoking a spliff at the back

With the mandem I blink as I meditate

Everyone knows that I come with the heavy ting

You man are are pissed cause you’re moving all featherweight

Moving all featherweight

Everyone knows that you’re moving all slyly

I got the talented niggas behind me, spitting it grimy

Most of these man going on like they’re bad ca' they’re wicked at Tai-Chi

Everyone knows that I doubletime when I rap

That’s when the man say I be spittin' it Siamese

Sitting in town on a cold day in the cold rain doing cocaine

Na are you mad in the face or the nosebone

You got no brain, you like Cobain

You can come with your high tops or your low fade

When I spit its a close shave

Said, you could come with your eyedrops or your lipstick

When I spit I watch no face

Rollin with black ink in the club meaning I be getting in freebie

Rollin with True Fizzy, Wizzy and Jhars, Busy and TC

Most of my mandem be spitting it sick though you need to believe me

Everyone knows Wizzy come with the big team

Your team pissed ca you’re spitting it teeny