| Yo'
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| With a little bit of luck, 'dey might make it through
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| Looking like war
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| It’s looking like beef
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| Tell them I’m lurking nigga don’t sleep
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| I’ll ride into your village on horseback
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| Five-thousand soldiers in my fleet
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| But it’s looking like war, looking like beef
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| And they’ve had nothing but invisible beef
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| They can bring Zeus because I’m like Ares
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| I’m a warlord, but I’ve never been Greek
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| Now it’s looking like war, looking like beef
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| Looking like you coming up against me
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| Looking like Bugzy Malone’s top three
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| And set man are getting too old to compete
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| Set man are getting too old for this grime 'ting now
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| Man are way too old for these beats
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| When the album dropped everybody stop listening to his album after one week
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| Now you’re looking confused, looking at me
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| You sing now but you didn’t sing last week
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| Oh you want to make a track for the gyaldem
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| Because the gyaldem love beauty and the beast
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| This one’s a robbery with no baly' and gloves
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| Man know I got a bare-faced cheek
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| I’m not from London but when I go London
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| Man know I got an army behind me
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| With a little bit 'a luck
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| 'Dey might make it through the night
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| With a little bit 'a luck
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| 'Dey might make it through the night
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| With a little bit 'a luck
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| 'Dey might make it through the night
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| With a little bit 'a luck
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| 'Dey might make it through the night
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| Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy
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| Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy
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| Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy
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| Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy
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| With a little bit of love
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| 'Dey might make it through the night
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| What did he want to do next
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| This one’s simple, it’s nottin' complex
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| Man don’t start showing me respect
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| Then I’m going to start putting guillotines on necks
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| It’s not that deep it’s not the Loch Ness
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| But I’ll start taking shots like George Best
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| Man start trying to cook something up for me
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| When I’m Gordon Ramsay and they’re just the chef
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| Gogglebox, everybody looking at me
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| MC’s blinking like it can’t be
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| How can a guy come from out of town
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| Come to town and fuck up the whole grime scene?
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| How much money does he make per show?
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| And how much did he make from the EP?
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| Wait and all that from his own label
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| He must have way more money than me (damn right!)
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| How did he get that car? | 
| (Life!)
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| How did he come so far? | 
| (Life!)
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| How did he go from selling drugs, signing on
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| To becoming a star? | 
| (Oh life!)
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| I’m like the Leonardo Dicaprio forget about trophy’s
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| I just want to know have you ever counted
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| Five-hundred-thousand-pounds out in twenty-pound notes? | 
| No?
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| Because I’ve never been standard
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| You can get lost out here and get stranded
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| Anybody coming to the North tryna fuck with the King
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| On a boat or ship and get anchored
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| All hands on deck because I don’t take kindly to idol threats
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| These MC’s are some overnight MC’s
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| That’s why they want me dead
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| With a little bit 'a luck
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| 'Dey might make it through the night
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| With a little bit 'a luck
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| 'Dey might make it through the night
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| With a little bit 'a luck
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| 'Dey might make it through the night
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| With a little bit 'a luck
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| 'Dey might make it through the night
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| Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy
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| Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy
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| Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy
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| Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy
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| With a little bit of love
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| 'Dey might make it through the night
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| More money, more life, more, more money, more life
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| More money, more life more, more money, more life
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| More money, more life more, more money, more life
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| More money, more life,
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| I don’t fuck with none of these guys
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| It’s groggy season Rucka’s after Rucka’s
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| Most of these MC’s are just muppets
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| Dem man say I’m just lucky
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| Like said I don’t know bar-for-bar, I’m just mucky
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| I’ll make a dark-skinned MC crumble
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| Just like a double chocolate chip cookie
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| I’m King Kong
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| I’ll make a light-skinned MC sound like a newborn puppy
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| They can team up they can round the whole scene up
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| But it’s not going to make a difference on G-Dot
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| Dem man are pissed off because they’ve got shows
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| But right now they’re performing for peanuts
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| What kind of a MC looks at the DJ
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| Reaches out for the decks to get wheel ups
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| You’re not a MC you’re just a copycat it won’t last
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| With a little bit 'a luck
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| 'Dey might make it through the night
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| With a little bit 'a luck
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| 'Dey might make it through the night
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| With a little bit 'a luck
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| 'Dey might make it through the night
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| With a little bit 'a luck
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| 'Dey might make it through the night
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| Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy
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| Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy
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| Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy
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| Ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-ne, ta-na-na-te boy
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| With a little bit of love
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| 'Dey might make it through the night |