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Just when I thought I was out... they pull me back in

Take the pagan's belly, shoot man like Nathan Tettey
The grime scene tried alienate me
The garage just called said the spaceship's ready
I hate when a real one dies 'cause, Lord knows, there ain't that many
Just know that revenge is sweet and us man are on payback heavy
F**k that conference, crush man's confidence
Jump out the 5 Sеries, give an opp boy the 'olе omnibus
Real EastEnder, no pretender
**** weekender
Dem boy there, they must have forgotten
But they're way too young to suffer from dementia
Selective memory I may open a boy's head top
Go inside, and select that memory
Oh now you remember
When we *blows* empty
Now it’s Fire In The Booth with a nine by my side like NorthSideBenji
Violate Jan, then it's corn by February
For an MC, I'm way too skengly
Rock man to sleep, but not gently
I knew my technique would level up eventually
You're never gonna end me, you get me? But can't get me
Me caught lacking? Summer holiday with the gang
My boy, that means we're all packin'
You ain't a man if you've never had a fist-to-fist
And I can say that I'm heavy ball baggin'
So why you got your mouth wide again?
Like, see you ain't coming outside again
I'm by the window, rifle, Malcolmin'
The last of the Mohicans, scalpin' him
You see dem man are YouTube verbal n***as
Us man are on-sight circle n***as
Dem man are [?] n***as
Us man are glove up and thermal n***as
Internet, I ain't into it, I read between lines with intellect
I can't entertain their interest
Even when I wanna say "you're incorrect"
I tell a opp I've got something for his head top
No-one on earth can intercept
I'm on a mountain now, with a gamblin' problem
Which means I'm in Tibet
They can never get away with disrespect
My young boys touch risk and lift Pateks
My old ting left, but I got a target on your back
Boy, and I don't miss the X
Banana Nokia, infrared
Someone call the coroner in fa dat
Ay yo, na bother come a wi na indirect
Come on a real life hinderance
I'm—I'm from a different time
Book of Eli, I go different blind
So many flows I don't use anymore
But gimme that back, I think that's mine
I don't ask and borrow, Mask of Zorro
Man just flick it, and zigzag guys
I burn **** bridges
Whenever these pricks wanna bring bad vibes
Steady wid it
Head, chest, and belly wid it
Go and get yours, I'm already wid it
New whip, ain't seen many wid it
I be in the dance with a gla** full of Henny in it
I already did it
Ooh… there's levels to this
20-year career and not a penalty missed
Mm… if it wasn't for me some of your favourites would never exist
Murder, not attempted
I push my burner, in appendix
Make man curl up, it's 'orrendous
Feds wanna search us, we legged it
Now I'm in the German, with the members
I got a surgeon, and agendas
Another thing, I cover skin like Jergens, with a vengeance
I told man don't take it personal
The bally's in reach, the jacket's reversible
How you want it diagonal or vertical?
Your reality's far from virtual
You want smoke my n***a, I'm terminal
F**k the other side, I ain't crossing no bridge anytime soon
Brudda, I burnt them all
I'm from the city of Troy, I prefer the war
I go on 'em like it's album week
Mountain peak, Shaolin steez
How has he, lost a bit of weight but the pounds increased?
Calm Ghetts got the whole scene puzzled
Man wanna know where I found this piece
I ain't gotta shout, just speak
You can scream your name in a well, my guy
And you still wouldn't sound this deep
I'm looking for my man. Where's my man?
I'm just out 'ere, counting sheep
Shooters outside, like Downing Street
I don't care who you know, I got Dhalsim reach
I told my dark skin ting: "wipe the Brownin’ clean"

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