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letra de art of war - jaykae

[verse]
didn’t even put it on the main page
still dropped two on the same day
who’s kruz blud? they don’t ask “who’s jaykae?”
f-ck that, tell ’em all vacate
they wanna sit on the fence and then try get mates rates
run up on them man bait face
i’m still waiting for something to take place
gonna get a body now, say grace
i ain’t no grime battler, blud i’ll batter ya
mcing ain’t worked, go try manager
i’ll ram man’s whip, i’ll side panel ya, i’ll diana ya
you’re a striker, yeah blud, i’m carragher
this washed mc ain’t my calibre
gonna die amateur, it’s a grimе massacre
you’re doing too much
i don’t like, i don’t likе, i don’t like none of that
nah n0body knows ya, n0body owes ya
don’t f-ck with brum man, n0body told ya?
n0body’s younger, n0body’s older
gonna stay washed like your old buddy solsa
gun fingers, do you own a revolver?
ask bout me, too cold for the roads akh
got too much smoke, don’t wanna hold that
still putting halves to a draw, doing blow backs
they must’ve thought i was a one-trick pony
they must’ve thought i made one dub only
think that you’re bad, come on then blud, show me
you must’ve thought someone controls me
swing man round, ring, ring, ring rosy
man will get finished by sox, mick foley
sat in your halfway house all lonely
can’t say “thank you” but you still owe me
whoosh, in front of a train get pushed
i’ll turn kruz into kush
thinks that he’s hard, i’ll turn man into mush
he’s done f-ck all but he moves too stush
backwards, already told man “shush”
b-st-rds, mind that you don’t get rushed
blud afters, i’m getting sick of these f-cking
i’m getting sick of these f-cking actors
stop making dubs in your bedroom fam
sounds like a public restroom fam
can’t pay studio, put on your best tracksuit for the vid
god bless you fam
thought that he can’t lose, yes you can
top three yeah, go and get two man
they thought that i won’t send back, who’s prang?
now i’m like f-ck that, let me land
about numbers game, i clocked this game
forgot him already blud, what’s his name?
can’t accept that he lost, it’s pain
little man, we are not the same
check yourself rudeboy, have you lost your brain?
i’m a king round here and you’re not, you’re lame
tuck your chain when i see you
actually n0body wants your chain
i see that rash on your neck
and i ain’t been back in a sec
i’ve got a city that i have to protect
that’s what happens when you clash with a vet
f-ck clash on a set, get smashed in your head
bad to the bone, i’m mad with a pen
never ran from a send
can’t make any excuses now
f-ck that bullsh-t, that’s gonna end
cause i can talk hard but mate can you?
you will get shook like spray cans do
you can find me by st andrew’s
now or later, we can have a straightener
afterwards we can even shake hands too
brum town, i’m looking to break man through
still love the mandem, f-ck what you heard
invasion alert, no wasteman crew

- jaykae

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