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all i know is this block of hard knocks.. living in this cigar box.. of hard rock..
man you could give me a cardboard box.. id still be this bastard.. from a place where cars rot..
all i know is this block of hard knocks.. living in this cigar box.. of hard rock..
man you could give me a cardboard box.. id still be this bastard.. from a place where cars rot..

let me show you how to do this.. lyrically I’m up there with the rest.. truly cruising.. flow sick.. this is my fix like drug abusing.. quick to move with the movement.. what i say i can prove “MAN”.. i aint got nothing to loose “FAM”.. so what the fuck do you expect me to do “DAM”.. I’m down with UFO trying to be true to the crew “FAN”.. DWC was the roots.. NCM was the crew that was saying something new “STAN”..
this is my life.. the things that i write.. never be blinded without sight.. even without eyes.. there a war going on outside..
in the dark places.. hard faces trying to penetrate your minds matrix.. intimidating before they even say shit.. what a bunch of wasters.. hang around in these mazes.. council estate waste bin.. population feels caged in.. like prison walls surrounded by pavements.. feeding pigeons crumbs off the round table.. out the block window.. there’s many a widow.. that walks street for a crack pipe or a ball of white widow..
lost a top dog but now shes letting it rip sucking dicks and shit.. 20 pounds for full sex in the lifts.. there is some grimey people here.. i even see where they piss..
that’s just a picture of the life style i live.. tho my mic talent is bliss.. no one blesses the child with nothing to give.. that’s the way it is.. everybody just wants to get rich.. I’m the man that says money don’t even exist.. we don’t need it.. when have we ever had a free gift.. or received gifts.. apart from socks at Christmas.. off your nan that’s a mean bitch..
grammar man Ive seen it all.. ill probably get outlawed soon like pit balls.. for speaking these curb issues.. “NCM OFFICIAL”…

all i know is this block of hard knocks.. living in this cigar box.. of hard rock..
man you could give me a cardboard box.. id still be this bastard.. from a place where cars rot..
all i know is this block of hard knocks.. living in this cigar box.. of hard rock..
man you could give me a cardboard box.. id still be this bastard.. from a place where cars rot..

this the same mans got a gift for the game.. like i got the gift of the mouth.. deep south soldiers “no doubt”.. cronic smoking..
“no drought”.. i love this harsh environment.. street lights and police sirens.. police never come silently.. pop a couple of knifes in the bush quietly..
no time for lieing bee.. time to fly.. plus now I’m half as high.. as the block when i write.. people stop when i fight.. zoom in and lock on their sights.. videos of the flats in the nights.. camera flash in your mind when i re-sight.. funny teachers always told my mum id never be bright..
i was that kid on the street.. that little dog getting something to eat.. without paying.. my treats.. my two hands.. hands full of sweets.. razed on each scam frow the years and the weeks..

all i know is this block of hard knocks.. living in this cigar box.. of hard rock..
man you could give me a cardboard box.. id still be this bastard.. from a place where cars rot..
all i know is this block of hard knocks.. living in this cigar box.. of hard rock..
man you could give me a cardboard box.. id still be this bastard.. from a place where cars rot..

ITS NOTHING LONG… JUST LIKE I TOLD YA……..

don’t get the dogs swarming.. when we ride.. we ride without warning.. might be the afternoon or it could be early morning.. your fam sure to be mourning.. street politics.. i was born in..
and will probably die doing.. at high noon.. screwing mans will die soon.. popping and dropping like balloons.. shocking like wiring looms..
im a old dogs of the block.. producing beats at my retiring age.. still i can put fire to page.. you young dogs should be firing straight.. but your not.. really your admiring game.. that your not.. supplying no flames.. that’s your lot..
i write words no one can tame.. sheds loads of street fame.. so i don’t really care what the weak say.. “D-D-D=DJ” keep praying..

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REAL REAL…. REALLY…

stop drop and roll.. I’m on fire.. not moving with no liars.. my movements are higher.. like my level.. I’m not like no devils.. tho i write like a true rebel.. kicks claps and cymbals.. he don’t want no lyrical beef.. hes simple..
he got nothing on a real dog.. clear off.. before i rip that beard off.. hes soft..
hes no competition.. he can keep wishing.. and maybe keep dissing.. but never claim my position.. in this mission called life.. hes blunt like a butter knife.. im utterly gutter to the jugular.. and that’s being nice.. like bread you can have a slice..
mans like me don’t care about cars and keys.. more like bars and beats.. money cant make me smile.. more like rizlas and weed.. shit.. hes lyrically weak.. 7 days in the week..
mans like me don’t sleep.. metaphorically.. oh please.. here’s some frees.. TOTALLY FREE..
he should Seuss.. man this is deep…...

just another day being me..

cool to my true dogs…

all i know is this block of hard knocks.. living in this cigar box.. of hard rock..
man you could give me a cardboard box.. id still be this bastard.. from a place where cars rot..

all i know is this block of hard knocks.. living in this cigar box.. of hard rock..
man you could give me a cardboard box.. id still be this bastard.. from a place where cars rot..

let me show you how to do this.. lyrically I’m up there with the rest.. truly cruising.. flow sick.. this is my fix like drug abusing.. quick to move with the movement.. what i say i can prove “MAN”.. i aint got nothing to loose “FAM”.. so what the fuck do you expect me to do “DAM”.. I’m down with UFO trying to be true to the crew “FAN”.. DWC was the roots.. NCM was the crew that was saying something new “STAN”..
this is my life.. the things that i write.. never be blinded without sight.. even without eyes.. there a war going on outside..
in the dark places.. hard faces trying to penetrate your minds matrix.. intimidating before they even say shit.. what a bunch of wasters.. hang around in these mazes.. council estate waste bin.. population feels caged in.. like prison walls surrounded by pavements.. feeding pigeons crumbs off the round table.. out the block window.. there’s many a widow.. that walks street for a crack pipe or a ball of white widow..
lost a top dog but now shes letting it rip sucking dicks and shit.. 20 pounds for full sex in the lifts.. there is some grimey people here.. i even see where they piss..
that’s just a picture of the life style i live.. tho my mic talent is bliss.. no one blesses the child with nothing to give.. that’s the way it is.. everybody just wants to get rich.. I’m the man that says money don’t even exist.. we don’t need it.. when have we ever had a free gift.. or received gifts.. apart from socks at Christmas.. off your nan that’s a mean bitch..
grammar man Ive seen it all.. ill probably get outlawed soon like pit balls.. for speaking these curb issues.. “NCM OFFICIAL”…

all i know is this block of hard knocks.. living in this cigar box.. of hard rock..
man you could give me a cardboard box.. id still be this bastard.. from a place where cars rot..

all i know is this block of hard knocks.. living in this cigar box.. of hard rock..
man you could give me a cardboard box.. id still be this bastard.. from a place where cars rot..

this the same mans got a gift for the game.. like i got the gift of the mouth.. deep south soldiers “no doubt”.. cronic smoking..
“no drought”.. i love this harsh environment.. street lights and police sirens.. police never come silently.. pop a couple of knifes in the bush quietly..
no time for lieing bee.. time to fly.. plus now I’m half as high.. as the block when i write.. people stop when i fight.. zoom in and lock on their sights.. videos of the flats in the nights.. camera flash in your mind when i re-sight.. funny teachers always told my mum id never be bright..
i was that kid on the street.. that little dog getting something to eat.. without paying.. my treats.. my two hands.. hands full of sweets.. razed on each scam frow the years and the weeks..

all i know is this block of hard knocks.. living in this cigar box.. of hard rock..
man you could give me a cardboard box.. id still be this bastard.. from a place where cars rot..

all i know is this block of hard knocks.. living in this cigar box.. of hard rock..
man you could give me a cardboard box.. id still be this bastard.. from a place where cars rot..

ITS NOTHING LONG… JUST LIKE I TOLD YA……..
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F##K THE CORUS I DONT NEED ONE..
NOT FOR THIS LITTLE LION CUB..
WATCH AS I LINE HIM UP.. WTF..

F##K THE CORUS I DONT NEED ONE..
NOT FOR THIS LITTLE COTO SEED..
WATCH AS I LINE HIM UP.. WTF..

haha you really tried to go deep with that script.. acting like you taught me something.. but you never taught me nothing.. who you up there bluffing.. if anything i taught you back in the days when you was nothing.. im not even taking it to that personal level.. yer that’s right.. all of your verses are R1s and 6s re writes.. just with less real/real hype.. im an old dog still in the streets.. the places you wouldn’t want to be.. your a wanter be me.. “HA” that’s funny dummy.. when we first meet you was still living with your mummy.. coming down my block where we made money.. and had some funny sunny days.. id always make sure you had something to blaze.. and i admit that you did the same.. while you got tracks on your arms like trains.. i stayed in the grime with mates.. plotting some rebel s##t shotting in big mans place.. EWRC those were the days..
you caused a battle to happen when you posted.. the hype is real.. straight after i said.. i need to hype up this page.. yer dog i was bang on your case..
it is what it is.. your still my kid.. i live where i live.. and dont give a s##t… your still on my dick.. licking rims with your lips.. just like all the other pricks.. bulls##t between the gums.. that can keep running.. especially when I’m coming..
your voice just dont hold no weight.. oh wait.. i just rap for a hobby now.. copy that.. you got no other choice……

F##K THE CORUS I DONT NEED ONE..
NOT FOR THIS LITTLE LION CUB..
WATCH AS I LINE HIM UP.. WTF..

F##K THE CORUS I DONT NEED ONE..
NOT FOR THIS LITTLE COTO SEED..
WATCH AS I LINE HIM UP.. WTF..

YOU NEVER CARRIED ME.. WHO ME.. YOU MUST BE TALKING INTO A MIRROR OR SUMTHING……... ITS NO LONG.. ITS NOTHING SPECIAL.. I TOLD YA…

“plus that chorus was one of a BOYYY.. mans like me just search and DISTROYYY..
YO!! watch what you decide!!..
YO!! remember that you got to look me in the EYEeeeEE”..

“plus that chorus was one of a BOYYY.. mans like me just search and DISTROYYY..
YO!! watch what you decide!!..
YO!! remember that you got to look me in the EYEeeeEE”…..

who you.. man you gotta be on a joke.. mans will disperse you like smoke.. over nothing.. no laughing.. bullets blasting.. im on the kings throne your getting thrown.. who do you think your passing.. bitch bastard.. i hit script harder than a scribe on a chartered master torah.. way past a prick like you on daily barter.. my battle bars will leave you bleeding faster than a flight on a wire with peter Parker.. I’m the hole thing on the wording.. your weak and margger.. ill beat you down like i beat your father.. pushed him back like that bike for only a fiver.. homie I’m pulling it hard and your fast becoming a non survivor.. there is no one alive “CUZZ”…
fuss ant nothing but another day for me.. what are your streets saying?..
WHAT THAT WEAK LABEL?.. keep praying!!....
the only time you shine is while your sucking a dick.. you ant quick.. you f##king prick.. you should be ducking and diving but your not even shining..
watch what you write with a telescope.. coz I’m like the rent on your home.. you got to pay the tax.. and you think that your s##t could ever last.. your in the past.. im like cocaine your the feem have another blast.. after all this is supposed to be your craft.. his always down

“plus that chorus was one of a BOYYY.. mans like me just search and DISTROYYY..
YO!! watch what you decide!!..
YO!! remember that you got to look me in the EYEeeeEE”..

“plus that chorus was one of a BOYYY.. mans like me just search and DISTROYYY..
YO!! watch what you decide!!..
YO!! remember that you got to look me in the EYEeeeEE”…..

street WHAT.. you could never be hot.. you will never be WHAT.. you thought you could be.. “NOT”.. hot anymore.. nobody thinks your raw hardcore.. your just another fool who got what they asked for.. he came to the field but didn’t have no task force.. behind his corpse of attack.. its a bit like having a porsha but the tires are flat.. no frills.. with no means to defend his crown.. the desolate son….
your bother the king of the throne and your getting thrown.. don’t make a man like me to spill your dome.. kill you in your own home.. no problem.. i get it.. you got one.. “WHAT GUN?”.. ive got it locked son.. the hole page shakes when i drop one.. rapper from his high horse.. and this lyric tells the story of the mean streets of London.. I’m from the south.. shut your mouth closed.. i dough you would ever amount too.. nothing but a sour mouth full.. of cat s##t.. ill make you back flip.. man I’m done with you.. that’s it.. everyone knows i move with killer tactics.. and ill crack your back bone like a single match stick.. i know this battle will last a long time coz you got you a “FAT HEAD”..
forget it my brother your chapter is dead.. lord Jesus Christ remember i said.. if i end up dieing tonight let it be known I’m riding tonight.. meet up is Brighton alright.. hahaha.. bitch boy.. i think you have come up against a fence boy.. hence.. in for a penny in for a nickle your getting spent boy.. you f##king rent boy..dont ever try come give it again boy.. don’t tempt TROY.. with the trojan horses.. more like.. pure bulls##t..

“plus that chorus was one of a BOYYY.. mans like me just search and DISTROYYY..
YO!! watch what you decide!!..
YO!! remember that you got to look me in the EYEeeeEE”..

“plus that chorus was one of a BOYYY.. mans like me just seach and DISTROYYY..
YO!! watch what you decide!!..
YO!! remember that you got to look me in the EYEeeeEE”…..

YER YER.. NO BULLS##T.. ITS CLEAAR TO ME.. ITS NOTHIN SPECIAL