Lyrics:
the chickens keep squaking
Let my paper keep stackin, twelve dozen eggs is crackin
This is your brain on slugs, if slippin on double dubs
Its wicket to keep it
fuckin' tear you're ass apart,
I keep my fridge stocked with plenty of faygo,
My flow connect nice like old school lego's,
"what's up holmes? ", just
piccalilli shinpads
Ooh ooh polishing the nave
I keep wicket for the Quakers
In me Joy Division oven gloves [repeat]
My grandfather's clock was too tall for
but I have yet to see him spill a drop
He rap to hip-hop in his heart
Try and battle Pak, he'll fuckin' tear you're ass apart
I keep my fridge
starts with a very long run
Keeps to the wicket, he's standing tall
But the umpire shouts, no ball
Day-o, day-o, daylight comes and the cricket is here
to maintain my mentallity
If you keep listenin you'll have a wicket personality
Fuck it.
(CHORUS)
Some old wicket shit (for you)
Some old wicket shit (for you)
chop it up
Chop it up flick it
Change that flow up,
Had to switch it and flip it
Hit that thing
Outta the park like it's cricket
All of our songs
Keep
blowing
Certified Wicket Boy
Yeah you know it
Dangle my ice
Yeah it's snowing
They keep it coming
And they going
No chill for a Certified Wicket Boy
I wanna
the baller, gida du sab wicket
Par jab bhi main batting me, girta nahi wicket
Lala I'm ballin, I'm ballin, I'm ballin
Lala I'm ballin, I'm ballin, I'm ballin
Pistols be poppin, coppers is droppin
No time for no bitches, keep my riches less it's coke shoppin'
[Esham]
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
No, you don't know me
over a thousand wickets
God's gift to women as well as cricket
Safe as fucking houses fielding in the slips
Lucky to keep his Nicabate sponsorship
Carrot rope, feed my thrill,
It's time to get me off of the ground,
The wicket keeper is down
the wicked keep us down?
Hey little boy, would you
It's not what it sounds I'm just a musician
But keep your suspicions, because get in my way and you'll see a tactician
In all my wisdom, shots hit
war, man It can't be gentle (No way)
But your man are not tough
Not wid it (Wid it)
Dun know, mine done did it (Bow)
Shots wanna fly like wicket (Wicket
taking a chance and taking a risk
Before he took a hike to heaven, he told me bout luck
Preparation is overrated
Take a shot in the dark
And keep chasing
induce a hip blow out
We keep the pack large, maybe find some dino ass G
Who nose something different like a rhinoplasty
Peace out, cub scouts, I chuck
perpetrators niggas, gettin blast, many moves be packed
Too automatic, man I bomb it, wicket shit'll make ya vomit
See I'm comin like a comet, see-Section out ya
and he's out to take your wicket
And you know that that's not cricket.
He'll baffle you with googlies with leg breaks and off spin
But keep a level
Was it sum'n I said
That made me your idol
See I'd rather be dead
That's why I'm suicidal
And my head keeps spinnin like every day
But it's best
(Wicket)
I got my Viper ready to kill a nigga
Standin in my drop with my fingers on my muthafuckin trigger,uh
This shit is real in this game you gots
wicket
I take a small step now it's a giant stride
People say I'm loud why should I hide
Only had a small taste so what a waste
I quietly observe
be...
That's how we be...
Talk somethin...
[Esham]
The path of the wicket
Walk the bloody trail as I spit it
Once I see the enemies another murder's
wicket
I take a small step now it's a giant stride
People say I'm loud why should I hide
Only had a small taste so what a waste
I quietly observe
long black hair.
And dark in the old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where tim the ostler listened; his face was white and peaked;
His eyes were
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