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knock out emcces like banger then
I throw them in the air
Those wey blow in a blink
Of an eye they disappear
The ones wey be ebu been they try
To make

out emcces like banger then I throw
Them in the air those wey blow in a blink
Of an eye they disappear
The ones wey be ebu been they try
To make sound

writing my wrongs
Like keys in the ignition I turn that girl on
Your jokes are not funny boy you can not Joan
You go to a party and pull out yo phone
You

Girl ya scent drove me crazy
Sniffed you out like Pepe' Le Pew, wooo
In pursuit destination to you
Scoot scoot
Don't gimme the boot, hey
Unless it end

picking fruits of our labour as we work the land
Cracks in our hands like cancer in concrete
On dead estates where shotters breed
Feeding off the poverty

Close my eyes my mind is a kaleidoscope
I am in a trance third eye take a glance
Pull into the harbor hop out then we tie the rope
Buy the boat for

where them no go mention me
By the time I’m done, man of the century
But I just begun you ain’t
Seen the best of me
I’m a business, damn, you can invest

We hopping out the Audi and they tossed up
South east of Saudi, bitch we mobbed up 
Not halfway crooks, there is no such thing
On your thin tin skull

all dropped dead at our feet
Washed up with the rocks on the beach
Beaks crushed like tin cans in the street
All rise to this chemical beat

The fish

the hobos and he took a little tin
He looked at me, I said Tucson ain't a bad place so they say
If you try to throw me off this plane we'll both be there

With bars in planking
Do the blunts with crown
In my royal highness
Class a king in ranking
smashing out
A rod in d mud
Pete tin ba ni opa
Ani keni tio

we knew
The differences 'tween the sequel and prequel
Now what is this?
All the manipulations
Distorted interpretations
Y'all sleeping, I'm sortin' out

field
Biting off rappers just to regurgitate like bulimia

Characterized by consequent class action law suits
You're not innocent the innocent ask what's

and seek afte lewa just me and my hommies
Hunting was a passion so now man di hunt doh
Broken all side like na pancho
So what out for my great crew 237
Cause

on my tin foil hat
This is my thought, with 0 provable facts

But I think these lunatics might be loosing grip
We’ve seen through the shit, it’s no longer

a tell me? can you wanna tell can you whot a time thet? can you whot a time i can see, you are drive on a tin out i can see, you ride has a meen hight i

by god like a forklift Had to learn the hard way just Peter griff
Sometimes life isn't fair
This type of pain is really rare looking off in

gotta fuse it
Hip-hop running in my blood
Saturday morning
Mean we gotta do
Shopping and groceries
Mums like get in the car
And I'm like no please
I think

attracted to music
So anything that I could make a beat with, I'd use it
Tins, buckets and cans, banging the kick drum
Like, look mum, I thought I was the man

I love sitting out here the rain mere inches away 
Stray drops spattering patterns my pen makes
Tin roof sound, comfort of my own space
Theres

as we get home
She do voodoo tryna suck out my soul

Heard you like magic i make that shit all time girl i can't lie
I hit the yellow brick road overnight

he ain't got a permit, but he park shit
You can start shit, but I really end shit
Gettin' to the paper like a penmanship
Move the family out the hood

We were out hunting complications
Waiting for the skin to bruise
I felt embarrassed by still acting
Like I had anything to lose
It wasn't a ruse
Just

something funky
In my bud tin and stunk up the tube
With my headphones bumping
For those who don't know, Lunar C's my name
The other day Jamal called me like