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Dubplate

When a veteran steps in the building, salute and respect the children
Then I salute the badman back cause a real recognise realness
MCs can't back-to-back it
I've been up bodies since Raskit's Jordan jacket
Black and a ratchet
knife in the baggies
Hard knock life, no
one night, I'm smashing
I got time for no rally

Take all the gyal and the gyal
Psst. I'm a Yardie, how I call a gyal
Check 1-2 mic and a one
Man you then spurned you
Can't undo history, written too much to be written off, young youts
We're some kings drinking ace, pontoon
Up Bond street. Bond
lyrical kung fu
Let me bump tunes. And they split the sun roof
The gangsters approve and theyre waiting for the bus youts
Then the say I've got one (Bop, Bop)
Rudeboy, wheel it again cause all them people fi
The them MCs came, the harder them MCs fell
soundboys can't two for two it
Man's been up riddims from 7 inch Shabba and Loochie
code, Ones and twos it
Church's? No, do it
Earnt this win through it
new, not newish
Kettle on the wrist with the Tetley
Italian leather just in
Might cop a white president Putin
Rev at the lights, no em I'm Lewis
But I'll open your door "gentlemen do it"
Phew! This one's called

Line up the
I know wants the chorus
I think Sol wants some
I bet Rich wants the
But Rach the gasment
To done them fucking bastards
If the best, who's man then?
Fucking hell, I'm
Abu Dhabi
Fookin held the
Crack the champers
For GT and them, mandem!
Yeh, club of wanksters
Man act up, an ambulance
Wheelchair bandits, 50 bags for the
Yuck. fishy innit
But that shit, got bigger fish to fillet
Then grab 60k for the 60
Drunk all summer, liquid living
High off life, no need billing
Bigger sins here, talk big boy
Axel Rod tryna get the
Criminal affiliates, black
Beef in the ends? grab some militants
Wraps on deck man so vigilant
It's how death makes man so innocent
Image thing, I got time for the mumbling
I wan'
No suits when I do with pudding and punch
With of these bruddas so sunken
Take a of them, If they ain't done shit
When I see the pussy, I grab the pussy but I ain't got time for the Trump shit

Some boys just don't know but I ain't got time to explain it
I got time to explain it
Don't ask me about beef in the basement, I got time to explain it
I'm your favourite's favourite
But I got time to explain it
Touch road, man murk it
Got my other bredrin wan it
And his chip free up the shotgun seat but I ain't got time to be faced it
I ain't got to explain it
I ain't got to... mad