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letra de warm up sessions (1/2) - ghetts

rain on your parade, aiming a grenade
wait, i’m way too great to be delayed
h-ll yeah, i wanna swing
and i don’t mean a place kids play on the estate
be honest, your favourite mc don’t want it when i’m on it
everybody’s getting bodied, i promise
i’m going in like i could never be demolished
the game’s like my wallet cause i’ve got it in my pocket
stop it, you’re out of your depth
you should learn how to confess
mic in my hand, i never lie to my fans
if i weren’t this f-cked, i wouldn’t shout “i’m the best”
i’ll shout that without a doubt in my head
sound clash? i’ve had a thousand of them
brutal’s around, back, i’ve got an unusual sound that i lost
but i found it again

taking ’em out, keep talking, i’ll staple ’em out
i used to love grime, god knows i’m ashamed every now
i don’t wanna be the king but the last spitter
that they had on the throne was a disgrace to the crown
any man i provoke, he ain’t safe when i’m round
and [?] in a state to be found
have enough hope…

i’ll k!ll an mc
how do i know that he’s dead?
cuh when i’m done what i’m doing
i lift up his arm and check his pulse
that’s how i can tell he’s a ghost
i’m sick, venomous dose
body’s in my back yard
cause i bring the evidence home

i woke up early, walked to the shop
got a paper, picked up the sun and it burnt me
all because of one feature
they’re labelling man some gun rap mc
next time i bet they’ll call me a drug dealer
they even mentioned trained 2 k!ll
and i ain’t from the underground
so you know they couldn’t have dug deeper
as for those that don’t buy music
but wanna tell me what to make
none of you don’t pay my bills
that’s why up until now, i’ve been an underachiever, uh
and now i’ve got more than a four-room following
which actually means more of you commenting
i’m so far gone, i ain’t sure who’s hollering, look

taking the level up again
i be the mc you should never come against, no!
gh, i’m effing up events
bet against me, lost, they ain’t never won a pence, no!
my enemies wanna become my friends
tryna get in my pack but can’t come inna my tent, ooh
murder, no regular offence
like i burst a burner and [?]
god strike me, did i say that with a cross by my bed?
payback [?]
take that, chorus, i’ll never take back
and i stay strapped, shots find your head
i’ll k!ll a n-gg- with a 16
i don’t have to stop guys [?] wan’ try forget
long time we rep
so it’s not a [?] for them

aiming a grenade

i’m like the kid billy with the shooter
9 milli or a ruger
dead him on sight
i leave a n-gg- living with a tumour
stunt man, one hand
ask around, i’m silly on the super
if your chick likes big macs
she won’t be your mrs in the future
watch her legs spread quicker than a rumour
durex, i ain’t getting no virus
you must think my d-ck’s a computer
whoa

- ghetts

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