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Finesse
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Finesse was released on May 30, 2025 by Independent as a part of the album Finesse - Single
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Release DateMay 30, 2025
LabelIndependent
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Splinta
Splinta
Performer
Diddz
Diddz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D'Arcy Adams-Taylor
D'Arcy Adams-Taylor
Composer
Daniel Powell
Daniel Powell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Ramsay
Jay Ramsay
Producer

Lyrics

Shut up bro you ain't on that
Ong bak, them man ain't down for the combat
One tap, me and you we'll see where the bombs at
I'll Dumbledore man quick where the wand at
Around here they call me the conrad
Am the veteran around here you wombat
Any mc in a zoot and I'll bun that
Put me and him in a room and I'll done man
No liar, easy tiger
That's what she said when I put it inside her
Swerving but am not a drink driver
I don't really care if am on a thin wire
Please don't don't don’t get me on a hyper
Am the one with the big belly on fire
He's lucky that I met God before
I'll be pulling up on him like Michael Myer
I rap what i live and i live what i rap
Real D i been green from the start that's fact
Made 20 quid last week off snap
I've been running through so many stolen packs
Hand to hand with cats at flats
I'lls broke but I'll die with racks on racks
Been on smoke no lie, no cap
If i rise that ***** that's a glide and slap
Mad even the ***** got jacked
Had to switch up the spot ca it's to bait
Same way am 10 quid up on Tuesday
Six boys pull on shit that's dooms day
From young been green round my neck
And I get it in more then two ways
On sight ting when I put em in check
G check quick see a man just lose faith
Let me skill out the place
You could never fuck with me, don't bring out the ape
Yeah I know i look skinny but I'll dig out your face
Bury him and am punching the mud out your grave
Your could never kill me, am jumping out my coffin
I'll turn up and I'll be gone without a trace
When I enter everybody dip out the place
Don't try it cause I don't wanna kick out your face
Trap line money on a kitchen counter
So much gwop I can't count no more
I done bagged up a thousand scores
If needs be bag up a thousand more
From long time stepping down on raw
Eh, and nothing ain't changed
Still in the field on the mains
And I'll burn that bridge school friend to a stain
Don't talk like that you ain't bad mate
You don't really wanna end up in a bad way
They don't really wanna try piss a brudda off
I'll bun a brudda down and put him in a ashtray
Slap man and I'll watch man lactate
Think that am at the front but am at the back gate
You got a pea shooter that's not a wap mate
Man a get dashed in the bin like a bad plate
Well known shotter, trips in a mokka
Man did it all on a blocker
We made the roads all hotter, baking proper
Never said a word to a copper
We get busy in the R, been here for a sec
Coming like the cats got a lodger
I'll take mans proceedings from crime like Pocka
Pull up that's everything lock off
Written by: D'Arcy Adams-Taylor, Daniel Powell
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