| Ooah-ooah! |
| It's D Double, N.A.S.T.Y |
| It's meee-meee! |
| Big E-D productions |
| Yo |
| Let's get raw |
| Check this motherfuckers |
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| Think you're a big boy 'cause you got a beard |
| Bullets will make your face look weird |
| Draw for the mash, quickly disappeared |
| Left you there 'cause I never cared |
| Into the car slam it in to the gears |
| For what I've just done, could get years |
| Heart is cold and I've got no fears |
| Shed no tears, no MC compares |
| I've been badding up MCs for years |
| From way back when you used to wear flares |
| By that time you opened your ears |
| I'm gonna climb to the top like stairs |
| Think you're a big boy 'cause you go gym |
| Bullets will cave your whole face in |
| Draw for the ting but forget to swing |
| First to draw will win |
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| Don't come single against D Double |
| You can try but you won't be able |
| Soon gonna be signed to the label |
| Soon gonna see dough on the table |
| Try mess with the dough on the table |
| I'll put the the tip of the gun straight up your nostril |
| And pull |
| Who's on the mic D Double not D Single |
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| Head get mangled and dangled |
| To the side just like I wear my Kangol |
| Nowadays I'm on arms just like a bangle |
| (If you) try test me you get man handled |
| With the tool I've got bullets that like to mingle |
| On road and especially in the dancehall |
| Try duck under the table |
| I'll just fire my ting from the next angle |
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| Now you want to cancel |
| 'Cause you know you'll get rubbed out like pencil |
| You don't want me to make you look like a fool |
| Got you stressed out smoking menthol |
| Like it's commercial and you wanna draw me blud |
| Nah that's cool |
| Only thing I'm gonna draw is my tool |
| Better go home and make yourself useful before I move to you all |
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| Right about now joke ting lyrical |
| Easily turn real ting physical |
| Reach out with my hand with the tool and pull |
| Aim to your dimple and temple |
| Who do you resemble |
| Face looks fucked up like Michael |
| I carry gun like it's legal |
| When we clash you're gonna need more people |
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| Bare people think they're heavy like metal |
| Say they've got dough but they ain't got a shekel |
| Seen a big gash that looks effed like Ethel |
| Them MCs better hide before I switch like Jekyll |
| Cool and sekkle before |
| I sting your ice kettle just like a nettle before |
| Draw for the metal in the belt buckle therefore |
| Don't wanna start trouble with the Double |
| When I'm warmed up I'll leave you in a lyric blood puddle |
| Greet you with arms not talking a cuddle (It's meee-meee!) |
| The doctor can't put you back together like a puzzle |
| So hold your mouth shut like you're wearing a muzzle |
| On your face you'll be wearing |
| My knuckle imprint to the side of your temple |
| You're just simple, get popped like a pimple |
| Sounds of the D Double (Oooah-Oooah!) |
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| D Double not D Single |
| Who's on the mic riding the vinyl |
| Quick with the easy and simple |
| MCs get murked if they're commercial |
| With no rehearsal you'll get a quick burial |
| Rinse them clean like Ariel, biological |
| First thing in the morn' like cereal |
| 'Cause you're messing with a Newham General |
| And I take this music personal |
| Rude boys, they don't take it personal |
| If you bring your crew then I'll murk them all |
| Right there on the spot like Clearasil |
| 'Cause I told you before don't come single against D Double |
| I'll put the tip of the gun straight up your nostril and pull |
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| Yo, D Double is still |
| I'm part of N.A.S.T.Y Crew still |
| I'm lyrically ill still |
| Got lyrics to kill still |
| Back in the day I used to steal |
| Still more time I've got |
| Steel on my waist yo still |
| These lyrics are raw like steel |
| But still I've got a better one still |
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| Yo D Double spitting the shit you feel |
| I keep it real, what's the deal |
| I hope you don't wanna steal my skill |
| You must not know me still |
| I get the tune jacked like draw by the steel |
| Lyrical nine mil to the DJ's wheel |
| Spin that one back like windmill still |
| My selector knows the deal |
| I keeps it real upon the wheels of steel |
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| I spit a 16 bar |
| Hot like tar |
| Soon be a star |
| Get very far |
| Never gonna go away, permanent scar |
| Trust me this lyric no joke lyric |
| When I draw my lyric |
| Make your new lyrics look like very old |
| Like no go lyric |
| Make no dough lyric |
| Can't match but if you think you can |
| Then I draw for the next lyrics |
| Lyrics |
| Better go and get next lyrics |
| And make sure that they're your lyrics |
| There will never be a day when I'm spitting poor lyrics |
| In war quickly draw twenty four more lyrics |
| Spit like magnum with the four four lyrics |
| Hit you in the chest leave you on the floor lyrics |
| Next time better ignore your lyrics |
| Like rain, I pour raw |
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| Then I bust a next sixteen |
| Quick sixteen |
| I'm gonna let off shots no less than sixteen |
| Tear an MC in to sixteen bits in sixteen bins |
| Been ripping the scene to bits from sixteen |
| And I'm still mean |
| Ten times better when I was sixteen |
| Bare man couldn't test when I was sixteen |
| Even man that was older than sixteen |
| Didn't believe I was younger than sixteen |
| And now I'm age two three |
| Sounds of the Double Double |
| Part of the natural artistic sounds touching you, you |
| That's the name of us, trust |
| We're gonna bust 'cause we work hard enough |
| And enough of your crews ain't hard enough |
| To play with us |
| And they're hating us |
| We're not into that so just move away 'cause |
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| If you mess with a Newham General |
| Mess with a Newham General |
| Get left in Newham General |
| You'll get left in Newham General |
| Mess with a Newham General |
| Mess with a Newham General |
| Get left in Newham General |
| You'll get left in budda budda A&E! |
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| Over and out |
| Bop that shit nigga |
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