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[Intro] |
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Ascended masters of angels white, but you're actually deceiving demonic spirits , which can not only hurt somebody externally, they can destroy their spirits as well |
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[Verse 1] |
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I don't speak queen's English but I'm still distinguished |
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I don't need no suit or tie to let you know I mean business |
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I know you're into this |
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Even even if you were deaf, blind and dumb and awkwardly rhythmless |
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I'm like syphilis ain't no denying this wickedness |
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Any attempt would be grimy and hideous |
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Young and I'm black and I'm ignorant |
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But I'm still fabulous |
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Meaning I'm nigga-less |
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More than the way I feel strength in my pigments |
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What does it matter? Just give me my dividends |
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Switching up syllables mixing with criminals |
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Keep up appearance but keeping it minimal |
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Bredders be getting too over familiar |
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Quizzical, touching your physical |
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Hands on my bread with a spoon in my cereal |
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Not on my watch cause I'm a hard rock |
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Come through in a hard top |
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With your girl in the passenger seat, she getting hard cock |
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I didn't even let the car stop |
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Don't even worry what cars I've got |
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You should be concerned with what you are not |
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I dictate the pace and set the bar a lot |
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You get parred a lot |
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Sorry pardon what? |
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I can't hear you bro you sound weary bro |
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Talk shit but you won't come near me though |
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And I'm far from sweet I'm no Cheerio |
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I switch up the place real quick like hear we go |
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Leave your body all black with a whole lot of indigo |
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Six feet below |
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No heads up, no intro |
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No info I get it in bro |
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[Verse 2: Dizzee Rascal] |
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Cold world with a whole lot of schemers |
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It don't stop for the dreamers |
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You could fuck around and get took to the cleaners |
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I know man that would do a lot of dirty |
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Put a lot of work in |
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Just to ride Benz and Beamers |
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Devious creatures |
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Try to steer clear of the preachers |
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Screaming out 'God can't reach us' |
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Nothing they can teach us, leave us |
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Looking for a girl with over the top features |
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Couldn't care less about Jesus |
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Couldn't give a fuck about a thesis |
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Looking for the easiest next top model |
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Or another shit TV series |
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Raised by MTV generation |
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Not a lot of patience |
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Update Facebook status, no hesitation |
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How they gonna deal with the wolves of the nation |
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How they gonna recognize pros and cons with no education |
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How they gonna win with no dedication |
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All you really care about is Playstation |
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World Star Hip Hop humiliation |
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Everything built on a weak foundation |
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Whole lot of time being wasted |
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Whole lot of shit champagne being tasted |
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Everybody in the club acting basic |
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Everybody wanna be a star let's face it |
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Gassed by the money and the fame let's chase it |
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Gotta get it quick gotta get it by all means |
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Wanna be a big timer like the guy from New Orleans |
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Got big dreams, but they absurd, and they obscene |
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Pregnant on TV at sixteen |
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Don't know what this shit means |
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Yo, can't trust these no-good, two-faced cut-throat Pagans living in Babylon |
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Wanna sell me lies, wanna bleed me dry, wanna see me live like a vagabond |
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Like I worked this hard and I come this far just to them waffle and babble on |
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Don't want your help, don't need your advice who rattled your cage |
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Know one of these days won't cease to amaze |
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Bunch of lost souls they ain't tryna get saved |
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They're just tryna get paid, wanna jump on my wave |
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Turn back around, jump right in my grave |
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Do me a favour, don't do me no favours |
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I don't need no savior cause I do it major |
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Now it's back to the paper I'll deal with the pagans later |
