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Like who the fuck are you,
Yer, who the fuck are you,
Is it recording yer,

I come direct and I inject,
And I'm expecting your respect,
I'm a baller, you've been checked,
I'm the kinda kid you can't detect on the road,
All out when I'm about,
I'll put my elbow in your mouth,
Your a fassi, there's no doubt,
I bet my sword will make you shout,
?? To have you hangin from a fence,
Then i'll laugh at your expense,
And maybe chuck you fifty pence,
Snitch you make me switch,
You sound and look just like a bitch,
Whether your poor, or whether your rich,
I'll leave you lying in a ditch,
Cos I'm from ragged ragol rags,
You aint ragol rags like me,
I'll behave when I emcee,
Raged ragol ragedly,
We easily be the worst,
Bust akademiks first,
Badly who emcee's get akademikly reversed,
I'm akademikly perverse,
I'm akademikly perverted,
Badly who emcee's get akademikly diverted,
Some return really clearly get burn get hurted,
Till they realise they shud hav akademikly hav blurted...

You don't want the beef,
You don't want the grime,
You aint got the guts,
I aint got the time,
But you can come to the manor get jacked,
Come to the manor get killed,
Come to the manor get shot,
Come to the manor get killed,
We call it arms as, arms as,
Go and get your crew,
If you can't back the arms as, who the fuck are you,
We call it arms as, arms as,
Go and get your firm,
If they don't wana listen then we better make 'em learn...

Raised in the gutter I was told I shud fight,
So I create and cause confusion from da left to the right,
I'm sweet as a nut, I'm doin allrite, cosy I'm comfortable,
'stead I'm tryna avoid the sargeant, pc and the constable,
Raised in the gutter I was told I shud pop,
So I creat and cause confusion from the bottom to the top,
I'm doin okay, i'll honestly say, this year I'm flyin thru,
I could easily find myself in jail but I aint tryin too,
I keep it clear and frank,
Relax with the pressure,
I'm dirty and I'm stank,
But aint no body fresher,
My haters make enquiries, make it obvious they care,
When it comes to my location they would love to be aware,
But I could be in the manor, could be overseas,
Could well be definatly making P's,
Could be live at wembley warming up for Jay Z's,
But I'm definatly certain that you can't see me...

You don't want the beef,
You don't want the grime,
You aint got the guts,
I aint got the time,
But you can come to the manor get jacked,
Come to the manor get killed,
Come to the manor get shot,
Come to the manor get killed,
We call it arms as, arms as,
Go and get your crew,
If you can't back the arms as, who the fuck are you,
We call it arms as, arms as,
Go and get your firm,
If they don't wana listen then you better make 'em learn...
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Songwriters: DYLAN KWABENA MILLS, TESMOND ROWE, VANGARD VERDOEN
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