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The Yorkshire Radio Network was a group of three radio stations which shared programmes in the evening and at weekends. YRN was made-up of Pennine Radio in Bradford, Viking Radio in Hull and Radio Hallam in Sheffield. more »


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These niggas pick it up and put it down just like at finish line
Don't come around this side of town unless you bein' civilized
I need it now, a hundred thou, I'll put it on the picket line
Don't hit me now, I hear you down You know damn well ain't givin' mine, but your
Bitch gives The greatest brain to come out the trenches
These niggas hella washed, I'll rinse them off like the dishes
I wonder what it costed, so they sold for some interest
I got too many pots, I don't een know where my piss is, My point is, I spit too fuckin' hot, the water
On my neck boilin' I gotta tell myself to take a break and enjoy
It Cause at this point in time, I rid my life
Of the poison It's pointless as f*ck
I got my daughter and my life, I did it all with no lawyer
They really think they bout to pop, they got it all out of order
You can't expect to make a dime if you ain't touchin' a quarter
I always go and cross the line like I been jumpin' the border
I'm eatin' porterhouse, the beef, it always gives me the itis
And everything I touch is gold, I could be related to Midas
And I'm a slime, a pussy boy, like I got snot in my sinus
I've been to war a thousand times, I need a moment of silence
I'm up the river with no paddle, someone give him an oar
I got a nigga dishin' rock like he got mineral ores
And every year you make the same shit like Infinity Ward
I'm bout to throw you for a loop using centripetal force
I'm bout to clean the floor with any single person who doubted
And if they gave me a serious listen, I always leave them astounded
And I'm an engine, use my pistons, somebody just give him a challenge
I made decisions in my life and left my heart with a callus
The countless days where I was missin' my fun
I'm killin' any fuckin' beat, I leave it dead in the front
And she keeps suckin' on my nuts like she part elephant son
I am the elegant one, I am not second to none
Eyes wide open to the life I'm bestowed
And if you need someone to cook, I'm always there like the stove
And half these niggas be some rookies, I'm a motherfuckin' pro
The game I took it, I don't ever plan on lettin' it go
I'm lettin' you know

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Written by: Kieran Beard

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