Body Language

You notice how this gangster is getting himself a self hug, He's insecure, he's just been arrested. They're not these mythical figures, they're just like anybody else, They just, uh, have a gun to hurt you with Uh, uh When I see my brothers, I say, "Blessings be upon ya" I'm learnin' body language cah it's treachery among us I ain't ever sold it, I just left it with the runner He won't ever run off, cah it's death before dishonour I represent the rebels, we don't play for medals Doublin' the limit, still foot upon the pedals We're hit over some petty shit for flexin' all the muscle A booter came to knock it, now they're pushin' up his petals Jimmy what they call me Cocky, never corny I ain't gotta move, I'll get the boys to do it for me Grew up with the lawless, Milkybar and Yorkie Delegate the capos and the soldiers like I'm Paulie A chargie on the yard with the apes and the brawlies Said, "Fuck Hakkasan," he comin' home and want some Morley's Show man the glee and said he got it from a Geordie And every other day, he gotta take it for a walkies Took the .9 for walkies Starz is what they call me Religiously, I had it on me like door keys Handshakes and hugs, that's the way we greet killas Slip, Art Attack, and they'll crop you out the picture to get richer ST champs league Next division, at the stove, I gull it out the bowl like a exorcism Mum told me 'bout these roles but I never listen Now this free or she's in the motor on an expedition My young boy itchin', he don't need a reason Fifty K, bet he finds you like Liam Neeson Notts where I'm from, they'll line you up for peanuts You better feed the wolves if your P's are up If I said it, I done it, you can polygraph it Bro's dyslexic, but he'll still read your body language Never break the street code, the G code (Uh) Burner on me now like the heating's broke I stare on the static My niggas got a Colt, but he keep it in his jacket Knew Mummy couldn't climb, I left my pebbles in the attic They gon' act like they your brothers, but they bunny like a rabbit I'm tapped, I'II do tutty These niggas too cappy Was sittin' in my cell, I sent the order like Papi And they ain't bringin' cutters, three quid for the uh-uh Still whippin' up that Can't Believe It's Not Butter Five quid for the uh-uh Nine quid for the broom Eight hundred for the teeth G, I coulda bought shoes, broom Brought it outside, I'm domesticated She buried her son before her mum, she's devastated Trillion stars, that's devastation They would be lit now too, but they end up hatin' I taught 'em how to drink from the well My guy crossed me like Jesus, Avon, and Stringer Bell, ah If I delete you out the phone, then I'm done with ya All white party, came in black like the Punisher Trillion star, that's the problem, they can't deal with us Broski hit the bank and fled town like John Dillinger Like John Dillinger, Mad Max or similar Writin' body counts on the walls, they're movin' sinister Still plus four four, babes Never store your number Heart's been chrome before I wore the jumper And when we look at faces, We don't realise how often We're giving information away as in this photograph Where you see the furrowing of the labella, you see the pursed lips. This guy really doesn't like the situation he's in. And so, they're tough guys, uh, You know, they brag a lot, but in the end, They always reveal something