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Yo, 24s Faultsz is on this ting 24s I'm a big man, but I'm not 24s Go to the booth, spit some 24s Then it's back to the road shop, them 20 scores They called me like, "Faultsz, have you got any draws?" Violate me, kickin' off any jaws Come to your yard, kicking off any doors And I don't care if your house is big Run up in your yard, don't care how many floors When I say I'm gonna come with a broom No, I don't do any chores Man wanna steal my cool like Kors Man get clapped like round of applause Like YouTube, put your life on pause Like YouTube, put your life on pause Yes Clay's all over the ting like frosting Them man come with the cheese like Hopsin Then don't climb no ranks, just flop When we come thru', no game, everyting shelly Them man there watch too much telly Don't wanna hear no chat about bad inna dis When I flame on, dem are not ready Stand up, on point, don't fear many SongtexteMuay Thai bad breed, know that already Still man walk with death in my backpack Let a man know he can hold that calm Let a man know he can hold one quick Get a swift one, now he ain't breathing correct, see Man like Clay don't easily fret cah Might get one in your neckback, yes What is it? Pricks I'm at your chest like Jamaican vicks Rolling with Clayface, that's Batman, Superman shit Yeah, get out my cape and shit Don't make man start saving shit They said grime was dead But how can it be when I'm on the road like the pavement is? And I'm evil but not like Satan is Too many man on the slavery ship Too many man on a paigon tip Don't let me get on my Tales of Crypt Mandem call that the golden grip I'll compress an MC to a folder ZIP Man don't care 'bout no blue tick Man might roll up nice and slick and If I roll with the ting in my palm I'll have a big man all reciting psalms Thought I was gone, but I'm back, wagwan? I'll still spin a wig on a set and get dark Swing a man, swing a man, ain't no park Turn on man swift, you will get sparked Still out here with the rambz in the car But don't think that we ain't got sticks that get barked like You already know Blessed is a gen Way back when I was in the class with the pen Them days I was in the park with a benz Nowadays, I need a place to park up a Z Oh yes, when I spit on a riddim, they get left Who is it? Who is it? Sounds of the Blessed From 010, man have been surpassing levs I've been done laps, I deserve my respect Yeah, you pussy, chat about bro, that's wah? Go back yard It won't be dubs, it'll be slugs Topping up heat with no gas card Dunno why man'll try, man'll get dark Get these pussyhole soundboy, me nuh linger A&E, wanna get your top pick? Only time that your name's ever in charts Long Chat pon a song but rhyme when it's on Man can't ever try gas what I'm on Your gyal's pum pum, that's what I'm on Give a single mum back wap what I'm on Slap and I'm gone Fuck grime and everyone in it I'm with it til man can't gas what I'm on If you're an MC, blud, you can get it Forget all the preaching, fuck all the breading It's a lyrics for lyrics, calm, yeah I said it Man are big lion, but some MCs are like ferrets Generic, bait as you like They ain't gotta be real, they can be fake as you like Got the venom in my bars like a snake when it bites If I end up at your girl's, then I'm staying for the night I'm a stop-out Put me in the ring, it's a third round knockout Could been the first, but Eddie said rock out Gotta give the fans what they want, don't cop out The work's done when a man drops and I clock out Put me in a hole, but I got out Man don't know about being in a shootout Gotta drive home with the windows shot out Got bare grime for the fans but it's not out Aus Songtexte Mania