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Crooks 2D & Precinct Phantom & Chills Myth

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And I'm here in the 6 that's LS6
You can smell them bits when I walk round
You can tell that's Myth don't sell packs quick
But I'm still match fit for the call out
Don't trip like fall down, all out
Thinking big when I hit that tour now
Lit when I pour out drinks
Still on my shit when I get that draw out
Still moving, still strapping zoots and improving
You ain't rapping man, you're just crooning
Losing time, you're just an illusion
Getting confusing
I'm getting the tunes in
Few drinks, few sniffs, I'm cruising
You're fuming
Spent time on the wrong side losing
Slept on the Myth been snoozing
And I'm back on the 140 like what have you got for me
Hungry like what have I got for tea
Set man got a lot for free, that's not for me
But I dont stress bout other man
Call them bars? That's a stretch like rubber band
I'm on sets like summer jam
Still got the upper hand, cause I don't stress bout other man
Na
The bars go dumb hard, she got me high like mmm rah
I'm straight on the task
Man claim that they come far, but still live at their mums yard
Stating the facts
Making the pass
Playing the match, been great on attack
Your crew got snakes in the pack
Been played for a twat, got a stake in the back
And I'm on the thing
That's the deal no sponsoring
You're acting get those Oscar's in
You're on the stage and you're posturing
All the chances that you're squandering
Try fix it up with your doctoring
Bring more than a shock to em
I'm in the fight and I've got the win
I'm Lennox Lewis on the mic
Send in the shots and those upper cuts
I'm fucking up when I've run amuck
And I've drunk enough for a stomach pump
Done a couple drugs and it's just enough
I'm bout beef don't mean no Sunday lunch
I read the news and it's just corrupt
We would move forwards but it's stuck
The gloves are off and I'm in the mode
Red card regular Vinnie Jones
To your wack raps I've been opposed
And that's true don't think that it's a joke
I'm not Peter Kay
I'm not Jimmy Carr
You know who I am and I'm spitting bars
You heard my send and it's a par
I roll my blunt in a cylinder
Size of a baseball bat
I heard your mixtape I hate all that
I heard your music it ain't all that
I'm here for the win and I'll take all that
I heard your disc you made more tracks
And I took the time but don't rate all that
I don't believe what you say when
You're telling me that man paid for that
Tryna have wings like an angel does
So I might take angel dust
Heard so many times that's it's dangerous
From people that gave a f*ck
But
That could never be me
Sell my soul for like 70p
Spend that shit on a CD
That I don't need coz we got mp3s now
This is not friendly freestyle
Tryna get the state to lend me p's now
Invest in an empty 3 bed house
And fill up the rooms with weed plants
Hit that ammi gonna send me senile
It's a trainwreck
Feel like I missed a paycheck
Don't know how ill ever whip a maybach
Don't even have my license
Still picture myself driving it
With a bottle of appletiser
Got my girl like Monty Python
Coz I make her walk funny
She's holding on for that tour money
Well I don't know how to break this to you love
It's like aw honey
Just keep that jaw running
Honestly must be born for it
Tell gals call me Goldilocks
I'll come round your house and eat your porridge
Yeah
And I'll sleep in your bed too
If you wanna find me there's a series of dead zoots
If you follow them right to the end I'll be where they led to

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