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letra de risky roadz back to back freestyle - grim sickers

[verse 1: grim sickers]
i’m from the school of firma
run up on man in a burqa
one bang, that’s gunshot murder
catch man slipping in the north circular
i’ll put a body bag in a body bag
in a body bag in a next bag, that’s mad
moonwalk man ’cause i’m jackson bad
body bag in the dirt no shower can dig up
no comeback when your body bag zip up
body bag in the boot, four man in the dinger
flows like that made me a public figure
three lamb patties and a fruit punch, bigger
red pea soup and a saltfish fritter, home of the brave
dun man’s clart, home and away
sickers the great, what more can i say?

[verse 2: manga saint hilare]
when i spit, they get the feels
grime scene jesus, i take the wheels
rally up, then tally up all the k!lls
tan ’em up, then i bad ’em up like will
man ah been og since ’04
man are ot, ok, you know the drill
man try tell me that i’m underrated
that’s cool, ratings don’t pay the bills
run tings, dem man are just running the mill, they’re
punching above their weight though for real
i’ve been on the grind for a hundred months
and i ain’t stopped doing music yet still
dem man are some bandwagonist badboys
i just do my own ting and build
dem man are wrong, go follow some eediat
i stay over this side and chill

[verse 3: grim sickers]
yeah, don’t chat to me, you don’t know man
all-black clothes, man, bag for a show, man
nwo like hogan
they know “kane” anywhere that i go, man
had the scene copying my flow, man
sweet boy with the gold teeth like a roadman
i come from a rudeboy old man
i’m so bow, gotta link down roman
anything i drop is dough, man
if it ain’t dough then sickers don’t go, man
ring my 070, man
radio 1, locking in with logan
there’s nothing you can show man
i can do a feature if my p gets low, man
if my girl goes, i’ll let a girl go, man
they call me sickers the goat, man

[verse 4: manga saint hilare]
but i’m not a roadman
jump on the track and then it goes back
we were cool but dem man turned fool
and now i’m just happy that i know that
f-ck them, new style, them man are throwback
t-style, them man ah stow that
i don’t talk beef, that’s why they wanna-
but, my n-gg-, pattern and approach that
trust me, got tunnel vision like kodak
i’m giving out sh-lls, man, hold that
i don’t do no indirects, that’s a young man ting
i say your name, i’m grown, fam, h-llo
jump on the-
me nuh easy, boy better know that
and if you don’t want static
then you better get with the programme

[verse 5: grim sickers]
listen, i’m nwo like hogan and nash
blood on the interior and blood on the dash
heartbeat stopped in a flash
four magnums so i’m moving all fr-ss
stand still, don’t lash, on the wing like bol-ss’
who’s that girl? i didn’t lash
what way you heading? round here’s armageddon
you’ll get klitsch’ in ’11
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me against you, what the f-ck d’you reckon?
mortal kombat plus paul from tekken
black all nike air max when i step in
they call me sickers the goat
man gonna act like man don’t know, yeah
yeah, they call me sickers the great
man gonna act like man can’t say

[verse 6: manga saint hilare]
i’m not near them
different wavelengths, i can’t hear them
jah protect so i don’t fear them
they celebrate eediats, i don’t cheer them
what do you feel like? they’re not like me
protect my chakras and all my chi
man ah don’t entertain no bad vibes
it’s dem type of tings i don’t need
it’s dem type of tings i don’t pree
it’s dem type of tings i don’t preach
it’s dem type of tings, i ain’t got time for it
dem type of tings make man look weak
i’m tryna keep my aura clean
no badman can contaminate me
you can’t bring no b-mbaholes round here
i will feel a vibe when man meets

[verse 7: grim sickers]
listen
because i’m [?] like slatton
you can get floored face-first like hatton
you can get cut like a car in the slow lane
my flow petrol, fire and propane
i ain’t here to play no games
[?]
i’mma swing an mc into my sword and shield
man talk crud, get caught in the field
thinks that he won’t but i know that i will
all this buzz with no alb-m deal
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
and i’ve got a black jacket like rs
you mcs, you ain’t got no ps
these mcs ain’t got no prs
don’t come round here talking the hardest

- grim sickers

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