Ishmatic Beats
Shegy mixed this
Place hands in the air, didn’t talk, like he’s mimin’
Worm screamed out for assistance, Konez didn’t listen, he said “I’m survivin'”
PJ got bun and stabbed, he don’t post on Snap, he got chinged in his eyelid
Had no car, back then we were cyclin’
Five got cooked for the violence, same way Rose got cooked for the typin’
Let the prisoners go, fuck the law, nah I can’t be abidin’
Didn’t have no mask when I knifed him, then like I walked off smilin’
Opps know ’bout “Pressure makes diamonds”
Another one died, put his face into diamonds
They don’t ride, but they sit there writin’
I laughed at the vid of the paigon dyin’
Young Stam got hit with a pump, started moving drunk, he should’ve got pronounced
Perm got put in the ground, his face got left in the lost and found
Rose can’t walk, can’t dig up his friend, I heard his bestie bakes off in the clouds
They caught me in Fields with a 2, but I spun through Brix, then I spun through Town
Them man can’t ask me why I smoke Bally
Clicked on that before he turned Cali
Me and P had the pump in the G
Try reach through the but the undies spun me
Trident know what we do, I got nicked for the shoes and got charged by a Interview room no comment, it wasn’t me like my name was Shaggy
Ever seen a big-man skip like he jumps rope?
We put the opps on curfew, pull up on them and we make them run home
My man got hit with a drumset, try make the sun set, but the sun rose
In the trap with the packs where we cut phones
Skeng from the car , you know that we cut home
He got wet cah’ he threw up a sign tho
Gang be up-live, we ain’t givin’ out cautions
Heart broke, she lost her son
I bet his mum wishes she had an abortion
Dilz got caught and I bored him
Tucked into sleep and he went out snorin’
He got packed, so I started applauding
I shaved my man and my right hand caught him
(I shaved my man and my right hand caught him)
Too many ‘been smoked and zoned
And their’ friends are dead, they’re stuck on the floor
I was on Brixton Road trynna’ tour
In other words: Trynna’ up that score
Rideout we don’t show no remorse
LB got floored and bored
Solomon drowned, got his T-Shirt torn
SH done wet man down for the cause
I’m on the Top, like where’s Wally?
Lurk so much I can’t find nobody
I don’t know nothing ’bout colly
I was in the trap, that’s stacks lobby
I’m sorry, not sorry
I smoke on Perm, then I smoke on Solly
Me I can’t rap like donny
Virgin blade, and he shot nobody (Nobody)
Part 2
Shegy mixed this
Approach with caution
Chestshot gang, there’s no respawning
Me and Slim no lid too deep with a twix
Trynna’ go shopping you’re pissed
CUG, creep up, trynna’ click
Taped off Wandsworth Road and the Brix’
Should’ve seen how Dilz got hit with the twix
Or Strikes got bun with his bitch
All out attack when I step on the pitch
We make the crimerate rise, it’s lit
Free Reload, free Stig
They know what we’ve done on that strip
Stegz got fried it’s live, LOL
He thought he was linkin’ a thing
When I step, you know I can’t slip
Step with the yeah or the joints unclipped
You can’t call time out, ’round here we don’t play safe
One hand in the air like the nae-nae
We had Wandsworth screamin’ out “Mayday”
Bro shot my man, I got one the same day
Snap the dotts in half, bro blast, let it rip like beyblade
Perm’s in the air he didn’t go on a vacay’
Bine out, watch ’em race like Tay K
More smoke on the block than Hyde Park
Dilz got chinged with my right arm
His bae watched, but he didn’t have a lifeguard
He got a slice to the head like a side part
Teeth from the mash, let it bark and bite arse
Furious he crashed cah’ he can’t ride fast
Got wet by the shank in my dry palm
If he sprints, cah’ he weren’t trynna’ die hard
Masked up, me and Muj trynna’ 2
Make your’ eyes roll back, trynna’ put you on mute
Scramble your’ egg trynna’ split it in 2
Dotts get snapped and stuffed with two
Strikes got shot with his boo
Worm got wormed, he got sent to the Gu’
Ain’t COD, so you can’t press square to reboot
That drill don’t count if it don’t make the news
Tulse Hill estate, welcome to the zoo
We do it for the cause, they do it for the views
Opps come ’round and they aim for the roofs
Send bine to the sky so they’re wastin’ their’ boots
Mad about bars so they hatin’ the tunes
Chasin’ the gang so they chasin’ the clues
Skeng got packed, won’t buy new suits
CRose got shot and ripped out his Goose
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