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letra de what they want (freestyle) - myers (e13)

intro
[rory breaker; lock stock and two smoking barrels]
‘your stupidity might be your one saving grace’
[nick the greek; lock stock and two smoking barrels‘
‘eh?’
[rory breaker]
‘don’t eh me greek boy, how is it your f-cking stupid, soon to be dead friends thought they could steal my cannabis and then sell it back to me? is this a declaration of war? is this some white c-nts jokes that black c-nts don’t get? cuz i’m not f-cking laughing nicho-lassss

ahhhooo

this is what they want so i give it urm
still got the darkest of thoughts they’re n-ggling
still smell remains of the last job lingering
still there’s suttin i can’t quite put my finger on
i’m like when’s it gonna give?
been through wars, biggest ones with myself
we don’t know what’s real, mental health
time will tell, who gon laugh, who gon end up on that shelf?
this industries touchy, pray for the girls
chuck a left by that sh-ll
this ain’t no diss tracks we’re shooting bells
instant dispatch and f-ck 12
you can hold this gift wrapped, we raise h-ll [raise h-ll]
pride still intact, i prevail [prevail]
step out with my candour, village like wakanda
in your hair like dandruff, spread it like cancer
all them boy cancelled, housing; council
more than a handful, trees; got a van full (fill it up)
originator firstly; m from the 13, hid from jake’s [?]
you can smell it in the terpines, pour me up i’m thirsty, just me and this hersheys
newham borough nursed me then it try and curse me, had to flip it in ‘verse [had to flip that]
remove trees covertly, next time they’ll bird me, only step if it’s worthy
girls used to call me my my but i weren’t theirs
feelin like rocky up these apples and pears [woo]
not your average c-ckney, international peers
step with the kid and get rational there
it’s time to chop, who’s got the shears?
meanwhile, keyz tryna show me about shares
i’m just tryna see the globe where the black to white tears
no more tears, toast it up cheers, we’ve got freedom here
i know a lot who have not, i know seekers i know hiders
see them boy turn to family riders; i was improperly wired
i was down, i was tired, hear the screech from the tires
they weren’t sure if it fired, in all black attire, eat urm up; appetisers
angry mob like the kaisers, think it’s bait, why myers? and god loves a trier
ahhhhooooo

- myers e13

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