Napalm Knowledge

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Flipping when billing I rip n I smoke
I'm tipping that syrup right down a your throat
I'm blitzing the riddim I'm cutting the ribbon I spit this shit different and then imma ghost
Picking up couple of strains that tickles my brain, ya Brodie will faint if he taking a toke
King of the castle I'm digging a moat
King of the tackle I'm fishing for hope
King of the Mac I be spinnin a track and then circling back I ain't packing no pole
Ya bro think he cold until he froze
then the napalm spat right thru his coat
I cannot flop I cannot fold but smoking n spitting be taking its told
The spitting the smoking the drinking and floating, the chronic I'm toking be rippin my throat
I'm picking up speed like a junkie stuffed in my undies Friday to Monday
I run upon a riddim and punch it get knocked clean and go hide in country
Funny little thing that money
It makes big men go all soft n gummy
It makes his friends all my mans dummies
The grinds then gone once one dons done it
No
Too much sniff to go petroleum on road call me Texaco
Cah if shits running low then it's text a bro next to blow Barton so cold Eskimo
If ya know then Uno I chat wass sounds bad upon the track but the shits straight gas, but it fuels up the fire and puts a kid on the map cos I subvert the work of the drilling's and traps like
I got the greaze but I don't got the waps or the Ps
I don't got pots or the rocks for the Gs
So how this all sounding so wavy on beats
like
I got the greaze but I don't got the waps or the Ps
I don't got pots or the rocks for the Gs
So how this all sounding so wavy on beats
like
ADHD at the top of the league I been cooking this riddim from different degrees
I'm gracing the flow with the lyrics I breathe
I'm bracing for more but not packing no teeth
Don't matter if ya ginge, black, white or Asian everybody's gassed when Barton gets the haze in
2 2 tokes the neeks think it's amazing
2 2 choke so now I'm vacating
Enter the scene, 6 foot 3 lanky type neek
Don't question the team it ends in violations hard to redeem, like
Not cos of me tho I only got the lyricism for ya postcode
I go tic for tac on flows I'm fed up of the drill type gas on road
I'd rather do dubstep on my own logo
My bro make ya jump with the stick no pogo
See I'm the king of the ring no Frodo
N dun know that the queen is fire n she way more flyer, like the names khal drogo
But no dragon I'm cold like Komodo
Make ya birdie flash for a photo
Mans John Lennon n she my Yoko
I'm spinning like a chainsaw wid no chains on I refrain from causing damage unless it's napalm
Oh no Finna blow brudda better stay calm man I'm causing more damage than my man Jeff dahmer
Harm ya, bill ya up then spark ya, 6 foot riz for the job it's a minor
Big fat spliff in the flip while I grind ya
Mix that shit w the bacci QuickTime cah
I'm not sure if I mentioned this, I get kicks when I spit about demented shit
Next to this are my love for the spliffs n biffs
They say I chong 5 a day bro but that's a myth
Cah they know that I smoke hella more
Hella roach, hella raws that's covering the floor
Bare fiends, bare whores, bare kitties at the door
Man needs a cat flap too many shots I've secured
Defo cured by now bro I'm sure cah the wetter the better the more heavier the draw
Come on, Biggidy Barton on the riddem

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