Grime Til I Die (Part 2)

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Call me an older, O-town soldier
Fam, you're a fag, I'll stamp you out once I've smoked ya
Games in check, could say I'm card holder
Clarky's the best, dun'know, already told ya
F*ck the fake snakes, know I stay real
F*ck the bait fakes, watch manna get killed
Flow too fucked, clock my lyrical skill
And I merk a man's mind like a bump or a pill
Manna chat shit, like I ain't got bars
I'm on top of the game, so say I top charts
Guys spit lines, but they can't top ours
I'll leave their jaws swinging, like they popped rockstars
They say they've got a girl, I already poled her
Say them man cold, so I must be frozen
Them man are snakes, call a man cobra
Drop me a beat, I'll be game over
I'm back on the track, smashing the classics
I'll clap man, whack man, I make man panic
Make man trip like he's on acid
I slap guys one time, they drop Titanic
You don't want it, you don't want shit
Come around me you'll get drop kicked
Want beef, bring my whole hood, ruk
One last time, for the fam, hoods up
I'm back, back, back in a big way
Back with the pad, writing bars from day
Grime til I die, cos grime's what I write
So I grime on the stage and I grime on the mic
See I grime every day, and you know I grime hard
No man alive could say I can't bar
Cos I bar too sick, every bar's deep
Man feel parred with the bars that I speak
Flow too tight, you know I grime right
Words my weapons, I'm ill when I fight
C to the Y, I don't care for the hype
Mind grows stronger each time I type
Truth coming out fam, time to confess
Clarky's in grime, and you know I'm the best
Next time you go to spit a quick line
Remember who's king as I grime til I die
Clarky seen, on a party scene, with a nasty beat? I'm Charlie Sheen
Big fat lines, I can hardly speak, with a focused mind, I can bar all week
Teens feel peak, cah I don't rap about RPGs
But it's hardly beef
Past me agrees that I've largely achieved, all of my dreams, cos I'm focused on me
It's that Don, Clarky
Flow too nasty
No MC can pass me
Rasclart, ask Gs
If you ain't heard, I'm murking largely
Dont be like the lasts team, you don't wanna start, g
From that town where manna wrap wraps
Backstrap, rap tracks-abstract
If you ain't from here, manna catch slaps
As common as they catch a ball
Give one out, or catch one too
Here's my catch 22, don't catch 22
You'll go down in O-town, cah
To me and my team, fam, you're just any yute
Know I'm gonna hold it down on my block
When man chat shit, fam, I likk head-tops
I don't squash beef, blud, I let shit pop
Brudda get rude, then I let this off
Cause blatantly, you're a pagan G
You basically tried snaking me
In one of your tracks, you're a fake MC, f*ck CLA?
You're wasted, G
And just for you, I've done it on a grime wave
Just for the fun of it, I could've done it my way
Lock you in the boot of a car down the highway
Push you off a cliff, full of bricks, tell you drive safe
Pass me a mic, drop me a beat
Team's on top, murking the scene
Can't get enough, call me a fiend
Coming with the lines, Charlie Sheen
Haters hate cah they rate my voice
Lyrically blessed, so I'm left no choice
Gotta go hard, its how I roll, no royce
Allow this bredda, this guy's moist
Hoods up, hoods up, know I'm the greatest, don't lie, you got my tunes on your playlist
Got shit to say, come then say it, you're shaking, no patience, blud, I'm waiting
Crop this, shot this, get that dough, now
Check out Clarky, I got em all so proud
Fall back, shut your mouth, amd make no sounds
Live for my ends, repping O-town

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