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Dubplate

When a veteran steps in the building, salute and from the children
Then I salute the badman back cause a real nigga recognise
MCs can't back-to-back it
I've been racking up bodies Raskit's Jordan jacket
Black tracksuit and a
Butterfly knife in the
Hard knock life, no
one night, I'm smashing
I ain't got for no rally

Take all the and dollar the gyal
Psst. I'm a Yardie, that's how I a gyal
1-2 mic and a one tune
Man you then spurned you
Can't history, I've written too much to be written off, young youts
We're kings drinking ace, that's pontoon
Up street. Bond suits
That's lyrical fu
Let me bump tunes. And they like the sun roof
The must approve and theyre waiting for the bus youts
Then the say I've got one (Bop, Bop)
Rudeboy, wheel it cause all them people fi dead
The harder MCs came, the harder them MCs fell
Them can't two for two it
Man's been stacking up riddims from 7 Shabba and Loochie
code, Ones and twos it
Church's? No, do it
Earnt this didn't win it
new, not newish
Kettle on the wrist with the brewing
Italian just flew in
Might cop a gold president Putin
Rev at the lights, no tell em I'm
But I'll open your like "gentlemen do it"
Phew! This one's called

up the caskets
I Will wants the chorus
I think Sol wants adlibs
I bet Rich wants the
But Rach wants the
To done them fucking bastards
If the best, who's man then?
hell, I'm Cassius
Abu madness
Fookin the zampers
Crack the champers
For GT and them, mandem!
Yeh, full of wanksters
Man act up, an ambulance
Wheelchair bandits, 50 for the Barristers
Yuck. fishy innit
But fuck that shit, got bigger fish to
Then grab 60k for the 60
Drunk all summer, that's liquid
High off life, no need billing
Bigger sins here, talk big boy
Rod tryna get the billions
Criminal affiliates, caecilians
Beef in the Better grab some militants
Wraps on deck man so vigilant
It's funny how death makes man so
Image thing, I got time for the mumbling
I hundred
No suits when I do lunch with and punch
With of these bruddas so sunken
a picture of them, If they ain't done shit
When I see the pussy, I will grab the pussy but I ain't got time for the shit

Some boys just don't know levels but I ain't got to explain it
I got time to explain it
Don't ask me beef in the basement, I ain't got time to explain it
I'm favourite's favourite's favourite
But I ain't got to explain it
Touch road, man affi it
Got my other bredrin wan it
And his chip won't free up the shotgun seat but I ain't got time to be it
I ain't got to explain it
I ain't got to... mad