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Groundworks Cypher 2020
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Yo, yo, yo, it's your boy Denz and Renz Listen, we got the 2020 Groundworks Cypher, yeah It's about to be a movie What you tellin' me Renz? Let's go, my bro It's your boy Potter Payper, right now you're locked into the Groundworks 2020 Cypher Groundworks Cypher 2020 Tshe, tshe, tshe Krr, pow R14 Trusty Yo, yo, yo it's Hunchollini aka M Huncho, and you're locked into the Groundworks Cypher 2020, big up Groundworks Krr, listen It's like everyone's beefing the 9, I'm baffled Boom him off with a brush, no basil If you got beef with my block, let’s battle I think we left teeth on the floor, I’m rattled Opp block trip with a shank on my hip, on the stage, it's a bladе near my ankle I’ve had flicks and waps in thе rave when I’m dodgin' the Jakes, no case, I’m thankful This white boy said he wants cocaine, so I bought Air 1’s in a box, I’m thankful Pull up in a yard with trees, this room’s full of weed, I’m grabbin' a handful On my Jacks, man rise with a chinger, or I’m with gang in a whip, that’s manual You got touched but you claim you're a driller You don't want smoke, you’re cancelled Whoosh, whoosh, cancelled, said you don’t want smoke, you’re cancelled Upsuh, I’m with a white pebs like Hansel My 9 boys too lit like candles Any problems on my strip, man handle Dice man up with the steel, no Banglez (Uh) I said, dice man up with a steel, no Banglez (Uhem) I don't even like rappin' but I really bought me a mop I don't even like rap, fat sh*t made me hot It's too late to turn back, so I rap, and why not? Trap got me a strap, cats got me a dots Same spot had Febreze, I had white, I had B, I had sweets, don't sleep, two phones can't beat I don't even like drill, 'cause my head's hot and I'm coolin' I just beat case, beat a case They only let me out in the morning Yo, I don't like drill no more, it's tired cah bare man liars If you lot saw my priors, you'd call me Michael Myers I went 'round there on bikes, something got punctured and it weren't my tires And you ain't seen waps get hired, and in the blink of an eye get fired I just put plates and always get preparing Jump out pop doors, not caring If I wear jeans they slim fits, on the glides, them jeans are flaring Put two in the dots, stay sparing One red, one green, one each tried slap, both make them compare it Hella caps for the opps, peak, anytime we make an appearance They got hella chat for the cops, details in van what they're sharing Don't think out loud when [?] tryna turn his head red like Sheeran It's peak [?] cause the teeth don't fit, but it will if man pushed his [?] Bootings out of these boot cuts, they ain't shooting, them man are shoeless Lurk so long, man's due a rest Them man aren't there, them man on a jurors And anybody wouldn't try to throw their two pence They're tryna overwhelm fellow against movement Ask Dookie why he poked me, I tried poke him, but the shank never went in It started bending, I got me a next ting Come on then, let's go fencing I got poked, but I poked up **** I swing my shank, I can't throw no punch On the phone to Hunch, those [?] headed those spins at lunch I'm in the marsh no football pitch Tryna violate, I got my shell shank from Digs Just got a drop, there's an opp in the wing No Ella Mai ting but my guys took a trip The bando's TT gets dished Let it lock, then the excess get rinsed There's latex, we leave no prints I'm in love with the rocks but the trap house stinks On the road, my mash was a handgun On the wing, my mash was a Samsung On the three's no vest but they score, Iniesta Three shanks gone, what a mad run Skin out your pom pom last pass, when free press come through the door, I'm nice My cell mate just went through free flow, and left me on my own, so I crashed off twice I'm p*ssed cause the split boys better win paranoia I spent 2 days on the wing with my lawyer There's a smartphone in the Zanco On the landing, and my [?] like Neuer Grip my chef in the wing cause I'm chilling with Soya A Mali bredrin on the wing got me screaming out "warya warya" I'm a warrior, samurai ting when I bop round Pop smoke if I pop down, I got trees on lockdown Had to be put enough weed so the crops get chopped down It's a mix of both in the Reno [?] in the B, that's gone now It was gyally on me, now, a fellow on me For sh*t VD, I'm gone now It's a [?] Bro just called me a jail cat f**king hell man felt that ID cards go fast man sell that, wrote three nights, now, [?] bro bought that Can't spark too much gas in my cell flat Good for my [?], still held that One in each hand, now I'm swingin' my left foot chest cah the right one dealt that I'm fresh, back and I'm better so who's getting put on a sweater? If slap this dotty and hit my target, I still have 1 extra Make bine, fly out the nines Spill some heinz if I can't ketch up How many yutes been cheffed up? That's multiple stab wound stressed up Break down bizz That's bits and bobs New kitchen, come work this knob My gyal bruck out, work this pot Should of had a camera man to work the shot Talk to me about works, my mash didn't know what the problem was But bro said he really act ecstatic (Bust that bomboclaat, movie setting) Lately, my dykes been mashing work There's one way to handle war They say I should rap, record, before I get bagged, gotta bang them doors Big difference in a way that you act and talk, all falls down when it's bags and walls Fool out of bounce, gang's on call, lacking and get done like who's that for? Pressplay on opps, no pausin' Real Rules in armor clapped at opps He comes back to the block, I applaud him See a man settin' no talking Don't leg it if giving a warning Longest shooter my court like Jordan I'm just [?] cause they all informin' Basic in between four corners Nigz on the wing, smoke opps and wardens Buyin' it, still on it, tour it Roll up and boot it, we bore'em Both dingers and [?]ts are foreign Both crash it and cruisin', stout him, won't have him later so we doing it now I get bagged, I don't move my mouth when its peak, I'm staying silent What he do to say my doubt Young boys in love with the ridin' 98, that's a violent crowd Tell him, don't use it all when you find them He starts firing and losing count Tired making courts to get bindin' It's a must not a reload down In the kitchen, I'm doing up [?] On the roads, I'm doing up [?] If I push my blade in your [?], the teeth [?] gonna tear out your flesh ... Drill or rap, I dunno what they want ... Composure when we slide in ... ... ... I don't why this f**king guy lied, this guy ... ... ... ... n***as want chat bout gang, but it's Afghanistan when we pull up and crash it None of them man are on badness Bro wind down the window and bang it My little bro died with blood on his knife, that's a honorable death for a savage 2 in the neck, 3 in the chest We don't do normal stabbins Splish, splash, big facts More time its corn, that's crashin' I was so patterned in the [?] had a kitchen in my spot, I was tryna get a wap in 2 [?] was matchin I done about 98 slappins' I've spent atleast 37 quid on burners, daughters life i ain't cappin Cooking up the [?] then its proper Chromey, copper Couldn't give a f**k about a coper, fling this corn at a pig or a opper Straps out the army 98s bring the straps to the party The Tech cost more than your car key No safety, one in the head ... ... Mazza! In love with the T it's evident Make a scene don't leave no evidence Run man down, see his brodie leggin' it Beef's live we deading it Concerned they think I'm celibate I ain't hear nothing I'm celibate Jakes talking intelligence they don't know who's shellin' it It's us man pulling up letting it beat Take man's soul like teeth Brand new heat, bro's beggin' for sweets Give her a chance, she soon gon' beat Ain't doing up net, keep it street Behind the tints rolling lowkey Scheme on crops bro take them free Fry man's egg, what do you mean? Gasoline, gasoline Pull up on them, then show my speed I run a man down with anger, endurance, police Just screaming out "Please!" Wet man down I don't give man grief Bore man up celebrate with the team Double S, tally, we're the dream team Shotty come long like Yao Ming Bad b she bruck it she a barbie Come through 'cause I'm horny Sydouk all morning Bark it, reverse it and spark it Don't stop till you hit the target Bro, clart him ... New Handy shoot 2 at a time, gang got down 2 in a night Gaze with a bruck slap two in the bruck, opp block start ruining lifes I chinged up a opp and i watched him die, how the f**k did he get revived ? Lil bro caught a M and he died in pen, sh*t turned me cold inside Keep a hammer and a pack for the action Billy from the Holly, I'm packin Never lackin', I will do the mad ting, I will run up in your mumsie's house with the Mac in Can't live my life, that's no way, no gloves, no bally, but I still came A man can't tell me bout gunplay, I done 3 shootins' in 1 day ... ... ... ... ... I got the stick in the back of the range Buss the door, let it rain Whippin' and flippin' a brick of the caine I called the plug and he came Step on induction, they screamin' my name, I treat the wing like a stage Step on your face like i step on the page, ain't tryna f**k up the suave I don't talk much, I done laps The school close, I done trap In maths, phone on my lap And tap, slip with my strap Seven days in that trap Eight get paid off that pack I could be home with my Julie Instead I'm runnin' down movies See a wap, popped to Rudy Got 2 P for your Gucci Real street boy before rap In 2010, they all knew me I need two homes for this pack One for cats, one for cash I brought a gun to a shooter Before I brought Ps to the jeweller ... Mazza, I'm back for good They wanna know why I ain't been in the hood, half of B and 9 on Buj Got me livin' just like I should I know he wants to leave his friend I can see it in his eyes and he knows he should Back this wap on yutes, do drills, no clues And they wonder why we drill their friend Bro just tapped it close range Plus two shavers, you ran out of luck ... ... ... ... ... Got down ---, should've firmed this ching And bro grabbed him and kicked him, i did him How many man turn victim? Got chings to complete this mission f**kin' victim I'm a stalkin' villain Don't call on my phone askin' me "who did it?" I'm smokin' on Carna, sippin' on Nippon I'm feelin' dizzy Must be DD, or cheddar, or error It's whatever I smoke Latts, chase Stabbz Saw Mogz, made him crash Man know me, I'm bad I try ching Rabba but the pussio dashed Racks on this blower Ain’t that jakes in my rear view? On smoke, sh*t let me keep my composure Jakes on my boys for drillings and stuff f**k, gotta switch this motor I might have to switch my pattern Can’t stop trappin’ Waze for the map it’s waps for the madness Still get it gone if it’s average could’ve been early when the mandem ran in Big whips for the crashin’, could end up flattened Big batty gyal are bruckin’ it up, I might have to leave my handprint Could get that call when it’s time for duty Rapid response for gang ain’t campers ... ...
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