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This tune reminds me of the pirate sets Devs inside what's good mic check Big up the listening crew locked in Technical problem sorted its bless Let's swing like fighters in rings all live in this thing I thrive on the test I came up in a fight with the best ain't luck that I spit more live than the rest Sun tzu putting art in war, so bounce like fellas on a party door Don't grab the mic you ain't spitting no more and get jogged on if your spitting that poor Back to back we went bar for bar the flow must be cold wen the Titans spar I ain't known on road because I'm carrying arms Pirate but there's no hook just bars Learnt my craft in a battle ground Straight under the blackest cloud, where there weren't no backing down And reigned with a ragged sound You think that it's havoc now you ain't seen it, trash piling Up zuet butts management after subs oh fuck, best dive or duck I ain't got a ticket for the train I'll jump, barriers To be close to the game I got married with do my apprenticeship and then bust Until then I ain't holding this mic to close to my lips its covered in rust From a primitive set up, it went worldwide when they started the web up But now you drop one tune and might be star who's next coming up? What, original spitter This one's for the old school listener 07956221556 give me a sign if it's crystal Letras de cancionesRude boys in the lift shaft Setting up the transmitter Got two decks and a mixer a bag full of dubs some fucked up bars a mic a ten bag and rizla And there's weed in the lungs I done radio sets with the realest ones Station set in the vacant drums High rises and the deepest slum So give me ten missed calls if you feel this one Twenty missed calls and I'll wheel this one I rep where I'm from every time I go on shout out to the crew locked on Wheel up nah I don't need it keep it Let em take me in Like air that they're breathing the heaters broke and there ain't no central heating It's freezing I see my breath It just adds to the vibe I guess, then I get more drive More meaning I was raised to be first not last if I'm taking part then it might get heated To a degree that I see fit Get back on my Rinse one double O three shit One more time so the scene flips An old school fire has been lit Like someone just got me Pass me it back and I'll finish him properly, Go hard or go yard I heard that said then in I weren't killing them softly From Letras Mania