Key: F# minor
Verse 1
Listen
Fuck asking for a handout
You won't see me with my hands out
I never knew down to anyone
No matter how bad shit becomes
I hold mine down
I never relied on anyone in my whole life
I don't care what you're on
Cause I'm on mine
If you don't like what I'm on
Then don't talk to the guy
The guy don't care what you're on
I got bars in abundance
Bars that'll run up and snap your backs
Bars that'll splatter them spacks
All over the track,
on terror
Em
Sayonara to Spitfire, set light to a liar
Dig a hole somewhere
and go scatter his ash
And then I grumble and walk,
then start mumbling when
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leave them crumpled and stuck
It's a jungle in here like
with all grumbly stuff
Talking all rough like you're travelling up
Slice fuck like I ain't been
troubled enough
My shit's raw,
give a fuck if you like it or not
Shit on my floor, then I'm wiping it off
Shit anymore,
then I'm likely to rank 24's
I'm making him pause,
egg is time and he's off
I swear that he's rhyming, he's off
If he weef on my trough,
I will climb in your spot
I'll start sighting you up, what?
Hollow at the temp,
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To be kept much lower than 10
And that's just where
the enemies lost
But they're fucked
Em
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When I step it up a level in a sec
No bright idea's gonna get
them unstuffed
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Em
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There's no jaws of life, it's just me
And I cause a fright and indeed I'll fight
Now walk with me
Em
So I'ma, I'ma put two faults in your eyes
But listen
When I talk all this shit I've absorbed
Comes out like a swarm,
like a warning to all these Informers,
the so -called performers
That I keep talking but can't
stop bullshitting
Transformers change when the mic's on
You change clothes when the lights on
You're making it awkward
So fake as bait and I'm here to report it
I will distort it, make him take caution
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Em
Im port and ex port him
I'll spit fire and torch him
Transport and deport him,
have him needin' support
like an orphan
out of his jewellers box
You ain't important
But I am though, the devil
and I've been lyin' low
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Em
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Up, down, left, right and round
just giant clones
Break off my arm
and I'll batter you to death
on my tired bones
there's no dancin' with Diablo
that he hope that I'm flyin' low
You won't know what
I've been there, done it,
been there, done it
Been backstage with a team
all bunnin'
Drinkin' with chicks don't wanna get
What young man in his mix
wouldn't love it
Hates you, you're sick to the stomach
All I hear is 9 mil this, a Mac 10 that
You ain't got a biscuit in
your bottom like tonics
I'm coming, it's nothing,
they're getting the comeuppance
The same walk I walked when I walked in,
bruv
Keep talking,
exclude him and torture him
Don't nobody heard this shit,
it's a bullshit
Keep talking, and I will keep spraying
The same way I sprayed
you're bullshit
Pissed of your life is
so far up your arse
Should have a pole in your armpit
You don't want ground
strike, take that charge
Should be face first on the carpet
This Jimmy from the norm
is a well -known fact
I'm a killer with the bars, it's casket
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Em
Time for these MCs,
you can't chat to me
you
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