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Did you wan' get murder'd by us We don't take no talk n' show no mercy Us kill 'em all, can't believe they count this One sixteen shots to the ceiling Them man-a want warfare then they gotta get Two two dubs at a redback quick Let 'em find our address with the search engine and Then go in their fold'r and delete their hist'ry [?] I can see the window open got this one ringing They can't believe with the way we moving There's no competing with this position They remember this with us, tell 'em how we are Kill'n them all, are [?] international [?] Man-a' mad we eclips-ed' 'em Tech that deck, reciprocant Us wanna move magnificent Dem man-a' insignificant New whip and it's rapid Boot off in the distance We can't see no traffic One hour I'm in the midlands I got two two St. Lucien's One man from Poland With a few Jamaican's And a couple more Angolan's Man are moving like robots Gal a coming like androids See the all of them 'ating This one's for the fanboys Everybody wanna talk but the works unrivalled Keep your thoughts we don't need your opinions Came from Manny but the background's Irish All of the other side is West Indians Lunar eclipse and we're late night lurking Came with the gaff like say you don't bought it Put my foot down to the floor in the whip yeah Got the speed dial reading one forty Flew to Toulouse now we're speaking French Can't hear your talk, "je ne comprends pas" Tell you to the truth we're not like them lot yeah None of them wide gang come along yah Kinda looking like they ain't going at it further They couldn't ever flow like this cause it's evil Send a salute put a bullet in the sky yea Two two [?] in my fly like eagle Lunar eclipse all dark in the gaff Got the curtains closed and the window shut For anybody saying that they liking it dirty Us man about it, flinging muck Brand new wave cause the tide is turning We got the moon rotating round earth Spin a man round with a thousand words Man'a mad 'bout bloodclaat blouse and skirt Cold with the flow yeah I wrote this one On an old iPhone with a broken screen Think you're gonna try test man with a verse like that You're a fucking aubergine They ain't never preach to the devil like this But they think that they are but they actually mad This one here is a national anthem Banner in the sky man, I'm flyin the flag
Writer(s): John Edward James Wheeler, Valentin Marthon, Etienne Bacque Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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