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Yo Central Line! Man try a ting, Central Line! Boy try a ting, Central Line! No long ting on the Central! Fucked in the head-a-leng If I'm bored-a-leng I might walk down the road-a-leng Eat anyone-a-leng, pon dem [?] a-leng And then duckle Nine! Manna lick two inna your chest Put two inna your spine Fuck round with K, your life is on the line Well, you don't wanna war with K9 Nine! Manna lick two inna your chest Put two inna your spine Fuck round with K, your life is on the line Well, you don't wanna war with K9-9 Yo, one of dem, one of dem C-A-P-O, yeah, one of dem, one of dem Come out the way, yeah, one of dem, one of dem Manna get liff, yeah, one of dem, one of dem Bun down rave, yeah, one of dem, one of dem Pricks in the grime scene, yeah, one of dem, one of dem SongtexteCan't take Capo for one of dem, one of dem Mandem load at one of dem, yo Ey, yo, love grime (Hey!) Run man a riddim, I'll torch it (Hey!) Dark like we're living in sunshine (Hey!) Slap 'way another exclusive (Hey!) One line, make ya head lumpy I give dem eight bar, gyaldem haffi start moving Wah dem ah deal wid? (Level) Cah you know my ting already I'm like, "Wow! Who's that rass!" Fuck up the rave like CS gas Murkle man, kill off a fass Worship me like Sunday mass And again, "Wow! Who's that rass!" Fuck up the rave like CS gas Murkle man gonna kill off a fass And man worship me like Sunday mass Bang! Couldn't be a stupid man Bang! Better know I'm a money man Bang! Can't chat shit to me, man Bang! Cah man are real big mic man so Bang! Wiley's a London man Bang! Gyaldem know I'm the man Bang! Know that I'm old school man Yes, who's hot on microphone stand? Manna said lie dem a tell, lie dem a tell Man are gonna shell dem as well, shell dem as well Put your food on the scale, food on the scale Ayy, it's not everyday trap on Snap Manna said lie dem a tell, lie dem a tell Man are gonna shell dem as well, shell dem as well Put your food on the scale, food on the scale Ayy, it's not everyday trap on Snap You wanna test? It's fine by me New era, hit 'em with the new stylie Ear'um scare 'em, wear and tear 'em I got the flows that are too grimey You wanna test? It's fine, fine Hit 'em with the new era line, line I'm cheeky like a rear end Soon gonna explode like a mine Young Raiden's got a new ting called No-no, remorse-morse You got a new one but they won't sing, that's No-no, remorse-morse (Wait) I tell man straight up I'm the best, that's No-no, remorse-morse (Wait) I say, "Wait" and they still say, "Yes", that's No-no, remorse-morse Freeze, don't make me squeeze No it's not Babylon, it's Mr. Breeze Breathe and you'll catch my disease If you don't own a gas mask, better leave Say please and I might be nice Cold as ice, I drop bodies at a nice price Say the word, spray these nerds With verbs till their eyes are blurred [?] I don't care, I don't care Take your shit, get out of here Leave the seat, fuck it take the chair Say you done this but who was there? Who was near? Temper's short so watch your talk My strikers shoot and when I pop the ball From Roman Road down to Stroudley Walk Drive big cars, man I hardly walk Start mooting 'em up What you doing there? Start fucking them up That boy there, start banging him Chaps, chain, start jacking him Draw for the gat, start gun bucking 'em up Torture path leave some shattering All his mandem come off the block Jump fences, climb over walls Start scattering Grips! Bang him! You're on the floor! No movement, you're on the floor! Catch him at the back of the flats! Grips! Bang him! You're on the floor! No movement, you're on the floor! Aus Songtexte Mania