Skepta & JME - Rhythm and Gash Freestyle | Текст песни

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• Skepta & JME
• Rhythm and Gash Freestyle

[Verse 1: Skepta]
I'm calm
I've got the devil in my palm
I know I said that I wear sunglasses at night
But tonight I need to see wagwan
Wanna see somebody drop to the ground
No civilians, no doctors around
Who said life is priceless, so far your life cost me a pound
One phone call and a 10p text
All of my mandem link up quick
We don't care what ends he reps
When I said he should'a known it ain't any old rhyme
Got a couple killers that are never online
Might see the shadow in a video of mine
Standing behind the camera with the director
Ready to shoot an MC one time

[Verse 2: Jme]
Where has everybody gone?
I'm not on that vibe that everybody's on
Some old lame old plain old blatant shame
Till you find out it ain't working
One for the Basebox Crew
Krispy Kreme, McD's, Drive Thru
Ayyyyeeeeeee, this ain't a private shubs
Man can wear hats or hoods....
No Uggs
Its not a lean up ting (it's not lean up ting)
I don't have a boss so nobody can tell its a clean up
In our 5, cos I'll drive straight to your door
And I'll spin and piledrive your face to the floor
[Verse 3: Skepta]
Yeah
Somebodies gotta get murked
Spoke to my mum but that didn't work
Counted to 10 but that didn't work
Blud, manna putting in work
Switch them plates manna going on a ride
Black bally on and I look like a fly
Give mum see a kiss, tell you'll home soon
Come up to the gate when I pull up on the drive
I don't care if its raining or not
If we get chased by the feds, everybody in the car better know that I'm failing to stop
Cos like Luis Suarez, these police like taking a shot
But [?] violated the squad
Forget the albums, forget the mixtapes in the shop
Real Gs don't procrastinate on the job

[Verse 4: Jme]
I got a black ski mas, but I don’t ski
But I snowboard, dash an MC off piece
Anyone of you try violate me?
Get a box in the face with the front door key
Box in the mouth with the back door key
Box in the eye with the fob I use to log into my HSBC
Talk about banks kill em with these run up in ya girls house
Two of My G’s Get the Money out
Put the Money in his mout'
Suffocate man with about two G’s
Suffocate Man with about four g’s
Suffocate man then I might just breeze
I’ll bury man two foot shallow
Ain’t got time to dig SIX FEET DEEP