Lyrics:
we're doing it, wow
Skepta, you look like you’ve got AIDS
You look like you’ve got HIV
You look like you’ve got Gonorrhea
All around your lips
'Cos you
a bossy alottamajig, and Sic' Wid It
We pack staplers and zigs and hunting gear equipment
Rug-ers are rigged, I spit at chickens and pigeons
I flip
toy dreams to manufacture hearts
Start with the diving parts and the blueprints
You follow the precedence
Set by war pigs of a yesteryear
Let
Yeah yeah yeah yeah! Yeah yeah yeah yeah!
Ransom, Stack Bundles, Fabolous
Yeah yeah yeah yeah!
Come On!
Ma' you still playin around
On the couch,
You don't put a actress on the floor
You don't ever frontline a war
You ain't never headline a tour
You ain't got a line around the store
You
Agent Provocateurs
Fake felons And homies
Pigeons flock to the block
Shake hands as they approach me
Innocent minds molded
Corrupted by they cronies
got this grave half dug
(true) with Yani covering Taps to make the
Pain worse than it was (nooo)
Playing marbles (playing marbles)
Hit by a bus (hit
still offended 'cause I'm a retard
He tryna be hard, we tryna be safe
By making it hard for you to create
Niggas that heard of me fight and debate
I
Selling death; a morbid, holy, racial, social war
Waiting for another's death, sounds like a perfect show
We are all around you, and our target is your mind
sitting around with some
Pigeons when clearly I'm ready to soar
I can't afford to be living a life that is normal When lord knows I'm ready for more
Every
Can you even imagine a world without hate?
Would you appreciate mankind's kindness if there were no wars?
Is it possible to live in a life without
E-Swiftulaus, Kurupt Young Gotti Neo Deastro?
Franklin Gostra the Sixth, Sixth
(Let's go, Kurupt)
May I laugh ? to yourself, shells
Before honor and war
shit it doesn't do any good what you die from
My boy was just like me
He's a rabbit
Suicidal
Grabbin on to that weight
Lucky paw
Shut the fuck up
Shaking
on YouTube
I don’t need a grammy I just want my hunnids blue
I be around some shooters that would kill you for some shoes
All Alone by myself catching plays
It feels so heavy sometimes to hold the weight of the world
Like my heart is breaking
I know it's all in my mind but I get stuck in a circle
And my
mother's walkin' around packin' a .357 snub
And many cops dropped dead
I seen a man pull out a pistol and blow off an undercover's head
'Cause it's
your parakeet, with scissors, clip his head
Then get the charcoal, whassup, burn your dog's legs
Walk by the barbershop, and hit the glass with eggs
Then
I feel the evil holding me down
Trauma, doubt, and lava all around me
Cannot move I am pinned down by all these chains
My pain is like a crow picking
walked through your revolving door
Got no answer on the seventh floor
Elevator gave a low moan
The pigeons sagged the wire with their weight
Listening
mind on?
I walk around and see some closed doors
Fa, Fa, Fa, inside my head yeah its a war zone
I sit and think like who's really gonna ride for me?
'Til the blood runs down into our core
It's not a warning, it's a fucking war
Now when I look around
At the damage painted on the ground
A red canvas
and Stockwell, you're a idiot bruv
Stop talking 'bout Brixton and Stockwell, you dickhead
You got around the point with bare talk
Can't bly me with your
passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around
walked through your revolving door
Got no answer on the seventh floor
Elevator gave a low moan
The pigeons sagged the wire with their weight
Listening
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