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letra de incredible - the brotherhood

(sample from black moon – how many mc’s… )

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[mr spyce:]
you try to dismiss me
fry me up and crisp me
treat me like a burger in a motherf-cking wimpy
you diss me, you halfwit, you’re caught like a junkie
i’m raw like coke upon your choke when i smoke
about to make you dizzy
when i fling you just like a frisbee
it’s easy, he’s gone, where is he?
i put the full stop on my page when i’m done
i never run from mad headz always [?] to thе [?]
always with the boots upon my feet
original bad boy, original street
i’m greeting you with the glasgow f-cking kiss
wossing up your boat, now i’m bossing up your lips
now who’s this on the sеnnheiser with the stagger
yo, i beeped you in the crowd
and now you’re giving me the daggers
cha, we can come if you want some
don’t f-ck around with the one who was coming from the dungeon
i’ll drag you in the alleyway to your dismay
i don’t rap, i definitely don’t play
i’m the…
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what a bwoy, sh-t they done, doggone
me live and now the fresh skin, collar is a bourbon
cream i’m a nightmare, not no dream
i’m back up on the scene no what i mean, see
you start to rap
you’re chatting pure cr-p
i cover the face in petrol and ask you for a match
now, whoosh up in smoke
there she blows
singing everything from your rasshead to your toes
i represent blighty to the fullest
even though the bnp they want to give me the bullet, cha
it doesn’t matter i got my own trigger
i move with my kids and some hard-to-call dark figures
man-made, woman raised
i never played the fool, bon sou[?]
i thought it was cool
stool pigeon, no i was never
to hang ‘pon the streets, boy, you got to be clever
no what the weather, sunshine, [?]
i be frisking you from your neck to your uglies
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part three, verse three, to the black one
i’m not robinsons, but i’m going to make you shine
i’m taking care of sh-t
mind that black ass, mind you slip
slip, trip, bust your lip, oops, you broke your hip
now, one shot at this life is all you got
you’re chipping to the top
you never figured of pushing him off
stop clucking thing or everything’s gone in a blink
you were never real, so hard ears have to feel
now here’s the deal
go take a jump in mcdonalds
you had your chance to rise, so just seckle making fries
truer words have never been spoken
i’m feeling p-ssies dead, and i’m leaving families moping
smoking like columbo, what the bumble, what the ras
graduating old school, yes, you’re top class
moving with the quickfast and the scurry
hey hey, matellina[?], cool it like fonzie
under my sling ting fears bling ding ding
you’re out for a duck and your head’s f-cking missing
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- the brotherhood

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