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Stop dat, start dat, get dat (what) Step back or get your headback popped Top spot? I never left that slot All I wanna do is get cheques and floss You know mi like drugs, sex and rock [?] get a red top like West Ham's Squad Narcissistic with a flow so artistic I could've been the next Van Gogh You ain't on the flex man's on My gang will pick the lead straps buss I've been on job tryna get that gwop I don't give a fuck about where man's from Well, they've seen me down so I get back up You're on the other side like I left that drop Man with the method, but I ain't Redman's don Hands up, put me up against ten man strong Feel like I be the greatest of all time Giving 'em a range of my foresight I stay away from the pork rind I'm just tryna get paid like a court fine Venomous spray like a [?] Till you see me with a babe by the pool side More time I'll be taking a full high With the mega bars, I be making 'em all night Alright, stick to the script, please Wanna see me skitz like I did E Letras de cancionesBig dreams, said so at sixteen [?] [?] level i'm on just ain't in reach Got your bitch rare like a six beef Grim beats but I ain't Kid D And I'm on a level that's way ahead of your century Where's Ice Kid at? Man have got bars like Rikers Island has Try relax? I ain't got time for that You best jump on your bike and cycle back To my Jeep, [?] cash Try rival man, hype's a wrap He'll get spun like a gyrograph When I jump on the riddim and I kill 'em in a title match Where's Ice Kid at? Man have got bars like Rikers Island has Try relax? I ain't got time for that You best jump on your bike and cycle back To my Jeep, [?] cash Try rival man, hype's a wrap He'll get spun like a gyrograph When I jump on the riddim and I kill 'em in a title match Stop dat, start dat, you man are pants Swing who? You want bants? Diss tracks on the net, fam Is not how man learnt how to clash Sick and I'll prove it, fam Come on, come on, what? Let's do this, fam Tryna prove you're a goonbag, what? Doing music, man? You ain't gonna shoot me, fam Me and Ice could've posted a pic Said fuck that, music first, come, we go Cuh man are from the era where you couldn't be wack and blow If my man's wack, let's go Swing me off the track? Heck no With words and flows, if I let go, you'll get loads Music changed my life in so many ways It brought me friends and foes Might see me and I ate with my crew before I see you, I'm still on my bloodclart toes Jealousy and envy and about the roads And man wanna take my life, I'm cold and Mi no care about radio tracks Right now I just want Fuck Radio back Get these MCs living off gas in one room, two mics (what you sayin'?) Then we'll see who's wack Cuh if man wanna play then it's game on, fam Hot donny still, man ah flame on man In a league of my own since Whatever Da Weather times You can't rain on man Back now, like it or lump it Man have got the hard food, dumplings He's not a spitter, I'll lunch him, lines, punch him No homo when I munch him (Bluku Bye Bye) Yo, where's Ice Kid at? You ain't gotta ask man, he's sounding back Since "Fire Alie", man are fire on tracks When I fire at man, man are firing back Man are sick with it, lyrics on terrific Switch it, man ain't genre-specific Vibes? Man bring it, the way I spaz on riddims Man's all in the booth twitching Where's Ice Kid at? You ain't gotta ask man, he's sounding back Since "Fire Alie", man are fire on tracks When I fire at man, man are firing back Man are sick with it, lyrics on terrific Switch it, man ain't genre-specific Vibes? Man bring it, the way I spaz on riddims Man's all in the booth twitching From Letras Mania