Corrección Letra Who Is It par Jammz

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[Skepta sample]
The Meridian army
My name's Junior
But when I see them pub guys
They try call me Darkie
I'm like nah rudeboy, who is it? Who is it?
Who is it? Who is it? It's not you, it's me
Can't diss a man in my family tree
You'll get a shank in the chest with my front door key
Box in the face with my back door key
Then I draw for the leng, kill an MC
I've got a black ski mask but I don't ski
And if you diss Plasticman or Jme, man
I will just come to your set like
What, rudeboy, who is it? Who is it?
Who is it? Who is it? It's not you, it's me
Can't diss a man in my family tree
You'll get a shank in the chest with my front door key
Box in the face with my back door key
Then I draw for the leng, kill an MC
I've got a black ski mask but I don't ski
And if you diss Plasticman or Spooky
Man will just come to your set like
Who is it? Who is it? It's not you, it's me
Can't diss a man in my family tree
You'll get a shank in the chest with my front door key
Box in the face with my back door key
Who is it? Who is it? It's not you, it's me
Can't diss a man in my family tree
You'll get a shank in the chest with my front door key
Box in the face with my back door key
[Jammz]
(Who is it? Who is it?)
It's not you, it's Jam
None of them can't chat shit to the fam
You get a box in your jawside with my right hand
Clapped in your right eye with my left hand
If my name's on the flyer, the dance'll get rammed
Ask anyone in the dance, it gets mad
And if I hear my name on your track
I'll roll down to your set like "yo, my G"

[Jammz]
(Who is it? Who is it?) It's not you, it's J
Topatop mic man, what can I say?
A year before this, I was flat on my face
But the radio died so I started a wave
Might see me stroll on my Js on road
With my hat low, covering half of my face
Going to the Alibi to skeng down a rave
I make the crowd say yes when I say wait
Yes
And I still do me, nuttin' ain't changed
Still go and [?]
On a Friday night cause I don't wanna rave
More time I'm on point, so don't get brave
Little dogs still get made to behave
I rep the east end like Peggy and Stace
So there's no way you could ever try ask me
[Jammz]
(Who is it? Who is it?) It's not you, it's Jam
None of them can't chat shit to the fam
You get a box in your jawside with my right hand
Clapped in your right eye with my left hand
If my name's on the flyer, the dance'll get rammed
Ask anyone in the dance, it gets mad
And if I hear my name on your track
I'll roll down to your set like "yo, my G"

[Jammz]
(Who is it? Who is it?) It's not you, it's Jamski
Otherwise known as Jack the Tune family
Don't wanna be a [?] but I can be
So more time I hold [?]
True say, you might see man overseas
With a brownskin ting with the beaches all sandy
Other than that, you might see me with the shutdown squad
You know the modus operandi
Yes, my name's Jammz, but I don't jam
Certainly never been sweet like candy
I don't know why these MCs wanna act cool in my face
When they just feel bitter like shandy
Tell a man tek bad mind from around me
I don't wanna spin a man's head like Randy
Couldn't ever be another one of them
East-enders that fell off the top like Bradley
(Who is it? Who is it?) And it's Jam, not cherry
If it's war that you're talking, I ain't lost many
Man wanna send for me but them boy dere nuh ready
Cuh when I come around, everyting gets tekky
Don't know Karen but I do know Shelly
And when she comes out, everyting gets edgy
Cuh I go hard, them dons go seggy
I don't wanna start licking off heads like Henney
It's mad on the roads so don't think you're heavy
'Nuff of these dons [?] school and college
And just bussed the badman cherry
Bare bad talk but I don't trust any
Man have got bare lies in the library
But too much of that stuff can get a guy buried
So who are you? I don't know you
I'm the truth, you ain't ever gotta ask Jammz
[Jammz]
(Who is it? Who is it?) It's not you, it's Jam
None of them can't chat shit to the fam
You get a box in your jawside with my right hand
Clapped in your right eye with my left hand
If my name's on the flyer, the dance'll get rammed
Ask anyone in the dance, it gets mad
And if I hear my name on your track
I'll roll down to your set like "yo, my G"

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