Correction Lyrics Category Real by Kyze

Featuring(s) : Ghetts

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[Kyze & Ghetts]
Category real
Man came up clapping it in the field
On the grind, man's strategy was killed
Even though man's mind was a factory of skill
Category real
And I be wearing the fur of any animal I kill
I ain't hearing a word from any man that isn't chill
As long as I'm here on this Earth, I be carrying the steel
Like Che Guevara with the drama
Strap singing like da da da da da da
Blow away any feelings that you harbor
Have man stinking and sinking in the harbour
Sea full of piranhas when I bath ya
Then pull off in cars and big laughter
Take my hood off and pull up my balaclava
I can't die, I ain't had the p*ssy I be after
So jump in the car when I park up
It's Friday and I just wanna f*ck Miss Parker
G category, this category's harder
This category'll make the cat in me go harder
Hmm, [?] spokesman panorama
Let go, fam, don't ever put your hands on my armour
I've been through one bag of drama
Like the [?] man in the barber

[Kyze & Ghetts]
Rude category
If you're on it, get at me, don't @ me
How can you mention a one-on-one?
Like say we won't jump man like a dead battery
Boom, bye bye
I just came from the skeng factory
So what's man saying?
Exactly

[Kyze]
What category are you in?
Not mine, so mind who you're screwing
Barge man like mind what you're doing
Six in the ting, good mind to put two in
No lie, I don't mind who your crew is
Stick in your boat look like man's canoeing
Come through, kung fu kick man with my [?]
One or two 45 gun bucks and you're ruined
School's in session
First rule, man, act cool with the weapon
Man act cool and they're calling it repping
Man rep old school, no talk when I step in
Rep with a tool, they ain't repping at all
Man rap for a rep and they reckon it's cool
Me and Ghetts don't get it all
That's why my attitude's like "Ghetts, f*ck them all"

[Ghetts]
f*ck the other side, I burned the bridge
Draw for the something and insert the clip
Nothing but shells
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle ting
Give me that bass
You know, that one with the dirty synth?
And let me front room, night time curtain it
OJ bait evidence, murder it
Leather gloves, snub-nose, burst at it
Let me golden child, Eddie Murphy it
Let me Street Fighter, perfect it
Let me open a headtop, brain surgeon it
They say sky's the limit
My nigga, you feel that? That's turbulence
If I ain't the best to ever do it
My nigga, I must be on the verge of it

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