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Correct Crudd Central Lyrics
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[Intro: DJ Unique] Like that, yeah? Ayy, this next one, 'Crudd Central' The central of crudd You already know who it is It's myself, Unique, the one and only [Bridge 1:] Oh, you think darkness is your ally. But you merely adopted the dark; I was born in it, moulded by it. I didn’t see the light until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but blinding! [Verse 1: Rival] Back on the violence The Homicide Writer, rhymes that I’m reviving Mask on my face like I’m Bane in The Dark Knight Rises Insane on a dark night, rising Something that’ll damage you Don’t go down that avenue This route will show bullets, I could have in you See, I could switch to an attitude Go wild with a mask I'm Crash Bandicoot Or Jim Carey Kick back's mad, haffi lift something heavy One touch like the iPhone I’ll have your eyes closed, thinking you’re bold like a ‘berry? I’ll open your dome on your belly I’ll have you resting, put you in a casket resting Under the soil you’ll rest in I’ll put you in a deep sleep, inception [Bridge 2:] No offence, but I don’t play well with others [Verse 2: Griminal] Yeah, yeah, now I don't care-a One bang, knock off your breh's New Era Who better? You never, too clever Hugh Heffer, Playboy, true fella Yeah, I'm like who are you, bredda? Sixteen show you who can do better Right now, I don't care no more Bullshit, I don't wanna hear no more I swear these niggas so fucking shit I can't swear no more (oi Ghetts) I'm in a back alley with a black yatty Fat batty, I'mma tear those off (bam) Then order some gun holsters Put a pair of those on (yeah, yeah) Fam, spray a sixteen Kill two MCs that year, then I'm gone [Bridge 3:] Bring me everyone. EVERYONE! [Verse 3: Roachee] Bullets fly from 0 to 100 in London Last year 2000 lungs were punctured So many gunmen surrounding the circumference These bruddas are stumbling If the .45 weren’t about, I would’ve stuck it in (no homo) And left him suffering Until a passer-by discovered him, covered in blood Cousin, I will tuck you in, brudda it’s love Take a look at what the government’s done So stressed out, I was plucking him up Six months later, I was in cuffs Put me on G-wing, punched up a gov Man better leave it before he gets slumped Roachee was moving like he was on drugs Oh my goodness, has he got a gun? Them times I was in the ghetto having fun like [Bridge 4:] Tek the wah and left the wah? You sound like a pussyhole [Verse 4: So Large] Day job, slang ounce Can't put my daughter in hand-me-downs Had a likkle work, I slapped and banged him out Owe me couple bags? Pussyhole rang me out Ready when I hear my enemies dem about TI ting, bring 'em out, bring 'em out Lick down a witness, [?] hanging out Born and bred East boy but I'm not a chav That's a contender then [?] Big SO Large will launch an attack Rise my ting, dem nuh wan' me do that When your life's gone and-a you can't get it back Check one of my dons, I'll get dark in a flash Grime tempo, stop talking jazz Unplug my headphone, me nuh wan' hear that Top shottas are back They think I par with Max Wonder how my pocket dem so fat What? You wan' know the answer to that? No artist ah put plants in a flat Extractor fan mek the smell hard fi come out Been jail before, must think I wan' fi go back Put in so much work, cut me some slack Cut so many bruddas, they wanna cut me back So I stay sober, who's gonna watch me back? E300 [Bridge 5:] Aww you motherfuckers, okay... [Verse 5: Lil Nasty] Yeah, it's effortless, still I'm a hot boy, stop telling me chill Think that we ain't got toys like Smyths Don't think that I won't, rudeboy, cos I will I'm a Fresh Prince, ask Uncle Phil Back in the jungle where it gets real Them YGs ain't adults, your laptop's Apple It might get peeled Rah, that's what it's like in the field We'll get the bikes out and ride for the thrill Too much pride, we ain't letting shit slide I bet you'll recognise when the knife's in your grill Yeah, better start writing your will Me, I don't write, I describe I feel (It's their life?), we due to start riots I'm a hot nigga, stop telling me chill [Bridge 6:] And we'll murder every last pussyclart one of dem [Verse 6: Hitman Hyper] When the pump-act kick your frame back with the impact No part of your torso will be intact Head, legs, ARMS all over the place Lungs, liver, GUTS all over your face I'm a dangerous goon Man know me, I'm a dangerous loon You wanna run up your mouth with a man like me? I'll cock back and make it boom What d'you know about shanking a man? When he hit the floor, quickly stamp on a man You see me, fam? I don't ramp with a man I will bounce on his head like I'm skanking on man Blow your whole head back With a .45, AK or a MAC You don't wanna see the Hitman in attack I will keep squeezing till the lights turn black [Bridge 7:] That little bitch need to die That little bitch need to go on and die [Verse 7: Devlin] You want irony son? It's what I see when I've set fire to a fireman's truck, what the fuck am I relying on? None I am what you see, I'm still not sure what I'm trying to become Quiet when I speak I've got a buzz bigger than a hive full of bees OK, here I come Think on your feet, time that I feed I'ma climb from your screen like the girl from The Grudge Wanna ask me why I'm going on fucked? I've gotta be prick, I'm in a world full of cunts Oi, where's Devz? The world's on my nuts That's why I'm bringing hell when I buss Devil in the kid with the venom in his tongue Vent flame from my lungs, been sent from the slums to become More messed in the brain than Bane on cocaine I came to leave Bruce Wayne slumped [Bridge 8:] I'm as mad as as hell and I'm not going to take this any more! [Verse 8: Ghetts] I like fire, I’m a live wire I’m silent but man have got knives like Mike Myers Open a man’s headtop wide open Cause I wanna see how his mind’s wired Can’t get rich off a nigga like I You can bet your last 50 pence you’ll die trying Tony Stark, my only darg Dem cyan’t see me without this iron He said I ain’t real, he’s lying In fact, let me run this by him If I shoot you, I’m brainless If you shoot me, you’re famous Cause you’re the man behind Justin dying Word to Tigger 10 stacks on the head of a worthless nigga Young boy, certi killer Might buy a Rolex from the work you put in yesterday My man couldn't purchase it and all the gyal dem saying that he’s worth a look in I tell em pull something out on the burbs and push it And now it’s curtains (PUSSY!) But it ain’t none of my business, I’m Kermit (PUSSY!) Now look at you, was it worth it? (PUSSY!) I don’t know what to say, the only word is (PUSSY!) [Outro: DJ Unique] Oh shit You know I ain't gotta do too much speaking You must set the levels Levels are high, motherfuckers better know
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