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Don't ever hand me a dead mic, hand me a light and a Red Stripe |
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Before you end up Colombian neck tied |
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Run from your death get caught in the next life |
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Hit with a very heavy lead pipe. let's fight |
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Like low lives on a liquor binge, throwin' broken bottles at litter bins |
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Spittin in Tony Blair's face cos' I'm sick of him |
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I apply strict discipline, citizen Smif scribblin' liberation provocation |
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Start revolution, sellin' eighth's to an eighth of the population |
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Givin' them a proper education, a lot of fakes hate |
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Wait stop concentrate on the reverberation |
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Word to the bass bin, lace bin Laden with his in a basin, shavin' |
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That's when you'll see me behavin' |
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You're ravin, now you're gettin' scraped off the pavin' like ha |
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War |
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Dope |
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Prostitution |
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Birth Control |
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War |
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Dope |
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Prostitution |
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Birth Control |
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Give me your heart and i'll rip it in half |
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Twistin' grass 'til each eye's like a miniature Mars |
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Start shit and i'll finish it fast |
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You're a little fish swimmin' with sharks |
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Old man you can't live in the past |
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I'll spit a billion brilliant bars and leave your head spinnin' with a |
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Vision of stars and then |
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Fling a million darts |
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So militant I even leave innocent civilians scarred |
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I'm carniverous, chargrill idiots |
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Laugh last and laugh the loudest |
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Dark as the darkest cloud is |
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Loomin' over boarded house |
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You'da never stepped out if you'd thought about it (no doubt) |
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Your outlook's bleak as the weather cast |
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When the storm starts, I'm on a warpath |
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Teeth chatter when I walk past, parts of glass shatter |
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I shape planets out of dark matter |
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The masked man I manoeuvre through Martian marsh land |
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Markin' my turf with a can of Carplan |
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Magnificent shit,on the mic way larger than life like silicon tits |
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It's the slick city script spittin' citizen Smif |
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Buil'in' a spliff, tanked up, Billy the fish |