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letra de crudd central - ghetts

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note: this is all i got, it’s still far from finished
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[intro: dj unique]
… like that yeh? ay this next one, ‘crudd central’, the central of crudd. you already know who it is, it’s myself unique the one and only

[pre verse 1]
ah you think darkness is your ally?
you merely adopted the dark
i was born in it, moulded by it
i didn’t see the light until i was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but blinding!

[verse 1: rival]
back on the violence the h-m-cide writer, [rivs that i’m reviving?]
mask on my face like i’m bane in the dark knight rises, insane on a dark night rising
suttin’ that’ll damage you, don’t go down that avenue [?]
[?]
…
put you in a casket resting, under the soil you’ll rest in, i’ll put you in a deep sleep, inception

[pre verse 2]
no offence but i don’t play well with others

[verse 2: griminal]
yeah, no i don’t care [?]
…

[pre verse 3]
bring me everyone. everyone!

[verse 3: roachee]
bodies fly from zero to a hundred in london, last year two thousand lungs were punctured
so many gunmen surrounding the circ-mference, these brothers are stumbled, if the .45 wanna a bat
i would’ve stuck it in (no h-m-)
and left him suffering into a [p-ss-up?] but i discovered him covered in blood, cousin i would tuck you in brother it’s love
take a look at what the government’s done, so stressed out i was [?]
six months later i was in cuffs, put me on g wing punched up a [dog?]
man better leave it before he gets slumped, roachee was moving like he was on drugs, oh my goodness has he got a gun? them time i was in the ghetto having fun like

[pre verse 4]

[verse 4: so large]
[?]
…
put in so much work cut me some slack, cut so many brother they wanna cut me back so i stay sober, who’s gonna watch me back? e300

[pre verse 5]
aww you motherf-ckers, okay…

[verse 5: lil nasty]
it’s effortless still, i’m a hot boy stop telling me chill
think that we ain’t got toys last [?], don’t think that i won’t rudeboy cos i will
i’m a fresh prince ask uncle phil, back in the jungle where it gets real
…

[pre verse 6]
[?]

[verse 6: hitman hyper]
when the [pumpback?] kick your friends back with the impact, no point of your torso will be intact
head, legs, arms all over the place, lungs, liver, guts all over your face!
i’m a dangerous goon, man know me i’m a dangerous loom, you wanna run off your mouth with man like me i’ll c-ck back and make it boom
what d’you know about shanking a man, when he hit the floor quickly stamping the man
just see me fam i don’t [?] with a man, i will bounce on his head like i’m sk-nking a man
blow your whole head back, with a .45, ak or a mac, you don’t wanna see hitman in attack, i will keep squeezing till the lights turn black!

[pre verse 7]
[?]

[verse 7: devlin]
you want irony son? it’s what i see when i’ve set fire to a fireman’s truck, what the f-ck am i relying on? none
i am what you see, i’m still not sure what i’m trying to become
quiet when i speak
i’ve got a buzz bigger than a hive full of bees [?] think on your feet [?] i’ma climb from your screen like that girl from the grudge
[?]
i’ve gotta be pr-ck i’m in a world full of c-nts
oi where’s devs [?], that’s why i’m bringing h-ll when i bust
dev-i-lin the kid with the venom in his tongue, red phlegm from my lungs, been said from the slums here he come
more messed in the brain than bane, i’m cocaine, i’ve came to leave bruce wayne slumped

[pre verse 8]
i’m as mad as as h-ll and i’m not going to take this any more!

[verse 8: ghetts]
i like fire, i’m a live wire
i’m silent got man i got knives like mike myers
open a man’s head-top wide open, cos i wanna see how his mind’s wired
[can’t get rich off a?] n-gg- like i, you can put your last fifty pence or die trying (wooo)
…
[?]
if i shoot you i’m brainless, if you shoot me you’re famous cos you’re the man behind justin dying
word to [jigga?] ten stack on a [h-ll of a?] worthless n-gg-, young boy [say he/certy?] killer
might buy a rolex from the work he put in yesterday my man couldn’t [?]
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now look at you was it worth it? (p-ssy)
i don’t know what to say, the only word is p-ssy

[outro: dj unique]
oh sh-t. you know i ain’t gotta do too much speaking. you must set the levels. levels are high. motherf-ckers better know

- ghetts

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