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letra de rep thy crew (love thy blood) - jon e clayface

[chorus: jon e clayface]
rep thy crew and i love thy blood
grind all day till the sunlight done
shovel that dirt so we talk that crud
the system’s got no love for an immigrant son

[verse 1: jon e clayface]
get that p, that’s what we do
got a new whip, it’s a 3.2
just do me, don’t watch you
only ting that i watch is the boys in blue
kick off the door, then we get comfy
who wanna hype? beg somebody touch me
best hold tight, yeah, it’s gonna get bumpy
can’t ever try take clay for a numpty
come to your block on my own, that’s one man
can’t let no man mess with the programme
you ain’t bad cause you dress like a roadman
you see a man get lift and chokeslam
can’t ever try take clay for a mongoose, wrong move
rain on guys like a monsoon
big man tings man are onto
ain’t no joke when i come through, yeah

[chorus: jon e clayface]
rep thy crew and i love thy blood
grind all day till the sunlight done
shovel that dirt so we talk that crud
the system’s got no love for an immigrant son

[verse 2: ten dixon]
nang
jon told me i had to go h•a•m
hands up to the moon, that’s the power of man
it’s my tune that the dj bangs
at times i make ps and get tunes span
why the f-ck do you think man’s doing this, fam?
can’t ever say that i don’t go spaz
when the mandem -ssemble and f-ck up the gang
wave
son of a god so i feel like a king
this grime scene don’t know what i mean
must think that i told lies when i spin
tings dem fly through the air like jet
dem man listen to bare keith sweat
tell ’em it’s wave
no long ting, man sh-ll when i spray
got my life on the line, it’s cray

[chorus: jon e clayface]
rep thy crew and i love thy blood
grind all day till the sunlight done
shovel that dirt so we talk that crud
the system’s got no love for an immigrant son

[verse 3: jon e clayface]
nah
thought to myself i had to go hard
hands up to the sun, that’s the power of ra
heart on the sleeve anytime that i bar
it’s time to make p, man jump in the car
what the f-ck do you think man’s doing this for?
can’t ever say man don’t go hard
when the mandem -ssemble and hit radar
wave
steel in my palm so i feel like a god
these mcs don’t know what i’m on
must think that i talk lies in my songs
tings dem fly like an old school western
man get smoked like a ten pack benson
tell ’em it’s calm
fill up the ting, let go, discharge
kickback strong and the range is long

[chorus: jon e clayface]
rep thy crew and i love thy blood
grind all day till the sunlight done
shovel that dirt so we talk that crud
the system’s got no love for an immigrant son

- jon e clayface

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