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"Hello"
"Yo the motive cuz"
"Well i'm booking still but you ring millen in to come get you"
"Alright anything, man link you up there
"ight back"

Listen, I'm at on a dark night
Gettin' dressed in front of the mirror practicing getting my tight
And I still got a headache last night
So you know I thinking too clear
And I gotta rave to go to at 9
I'll tear it and get a few cheers
I feel nuts I've had a hard time
So I want nobody getting too near

Sitting in my room, on the bed
Two phones and a glass full of beer
on the side next to the aqua
Lyric book on top of the blue
I up my knife and I balls it
But I get paranoid its too clear
The computer games on so I it
Then I leave the rest of the crews here

Head but my minds in a deeper state
Right now I'm to par the rave
I got Kats on my line ringing me for eighths
Panicking like ain't had weed for days
The car in of us leads the way
Full of real I don't need to name
I'm to think I don't need a blade
But i'll it just incase

7.30 in the evening
I ain't strapped to the seat so the seat belt sign in the car flashing and beeping
do it after I put the CD in
Track one plays, everybody's singing along cause the one line throw keeps
I feel cold so I turn on the
we talk about the guys beefing

Nowadays everyone after
We're on the and it's after eight
Crackin' joke, but it all when we saw the blue lights as we passed the jakes
Shit, who these bastards? duckin'?
answers
I got a knife in my balls and we're get pulled
But they went past us

We could of made a
I rang the guys
Hello, blud man got pulled by the jakes
down you man are nuts
I know, boy mans at the station
Catch up to man we ain't far from the
So we fast getting into the place
going 90 miles per h

Then we slow for the exit
You can hear the wheels and exit
Slowly approaching roundabout driving roundabout the second exit
into the town
Everybody looks round scoping this one girl with a chick
Now we're passing the venue looking for a space but the signs grime on the next tip

We one but I'm late
ticking I should be on the stage
I don't do a whole set on my own
I just get one bar sprayed
We up to the VIP door
Search through the guest
Look my name

are arguing :

"come on late"
"Blud up man, 'least I came"

I walk in the rave, head for the
Take my I've done this before
I'm tryin' to hear what riddim is
I'm with about five guys plus four, no feds inside but I still check
I shank so I gotta be sure

Bare here but I ain't impressed
I concentrate on the some more
Champagne sprays all the floor
Bare guys in the way, see who's on the decks
Pissed off now the criminal in effect
The boy the champagne gets grabbed by the neck

In my head there's an
of commotion
I heard "P money it, let go"
Don't me's what I told him
I stormed off and got to the motive
I picked up the mic like a
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