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letra de swear - ten dixon

[verse 1: ten dixon]
style
i saw clay kick man in the face like [?]
ain’t seen me in a, ain’t seen me in a
ain’t seen me in a long, long while
heard you’re recording a mixtape
don’t ever think, my g, i won’t delete that file
jump on the set with the wickedest style
dem man dere ain’t got no style
i was chilling with your mumzy though
but i weren’t talking to the little bro
my new bars dem are coming like cold
my new bars dem are coming like snow
i spit the wickedest styley, they can’t deny me
i get the wheely, yo
feel like water, g, when i flow
spread my wave all over the globe

[chorus: ten dixon & jon e clayface]
swear
don’t know how bad i wanna swear
’cause right now mandem are live on air
got a new ep? look, my g, i don’t-
swear
don’t know how bad i wanna swear
but right now mandem are live on air
got a new ep? look, my g, i don’t-

[verse 2: jon e clayface]
yes
[?], i’m overly blessed
but trust me, man are on job like set
out to do this, came in the name of anubis
just so i show them levels
we stack boulders, dem are on pebbles
say my name in a verse? are you mental?
man are on war like syrian rebels
yes, no dilly-dally
man multiply like five then rally
tings get mad when i draw for the bally
like i never came here to sh-ll, man ah unleash h-ll
on all of these rasclart fannies
who wanna hype up? which one’s bad?
man multiply times nine, go mad
when i run up in gaffe, leave everyting trashed

[verse 3: ten dixon]
yeah, wave
yeah, you likkle grime scene peasant
f-ck christmas, you can get a grime scene present
no witness, i’ll draw for the ting and skeng it, i’m a wizard
you’re a wasteman playing tennis, no fitness
you will get finished, overly finished
i feel like a fat man, so many dinners
feel like kane, yeah, hold tight sickers
original skenger
i used to listen to ogz jendor
now i’m on a set with ogz jendor
fam, that’s a madness ’cause i remember
i was a younger
doing my ting, had the hood on a jumper
now man wanna whine tings like a bumper
dem man are trash, throw man in the dumpster

[verse 4: jon e clayface]
man are b-i-g, christopher wallace
who thought clay was a novice?
man get nyam like porridge, i’ma school man like college
yeah, man ah get dark like gothic
man didn’t hear me? must be grommets
man wanna act up? nah, g, stop it
tings dem fly from the sky like comet
if man wanna swing, rudeboy, i’ll rock it
i’ll punch man into the sky like rocket
you ain’t about it, nah, far from it
certain man ah talk war like a marvel comic
then stand there with hands in pockets
man get dashed in the bin like rubbish
show this guy what crud is
back out the ting, man chuck it, simply does it
i’ll make a man turn chris brown, didn’t want it

- ten dixon

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