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Let's keep this vibe rolling, innit? One. A'ight. One, one. This one's entitled Beast. Is the mic on, yeah? Check. Yeah, turn one Of the s-know what it is turn it All the way up. So it's there. Mean, we gotta get some adrenaline music playing. Uh-huh. Oi, what I'm fucking saying? Oh, Shout out all my real niggas, yeah. Brixton, Stockwell, Clapham, Streatham-mean, Test alive fucking Peckham, Catford-We not gonna go Whole lot, are you kip? Lewisham, Croydon, Tooting, Balham, Brixton. you know what it But Test-Yeah, Anyone keeping it trill, that's getting family. I Mean, we gotta get this vibe going, innit? Nah, yeah, bloodclaat. I mean, we trilling. What's good, ladies and Gentlemen? That's about. Right now is the time. It's now or never, You dun know. Let's get it going, Test. Like, don't confuse it, I make money in music. Oh, I ain't into this new shit. Got an old stick, I'll use it. But these gyal are stupid to think I'ma get Shot by Cupid. Hah. Brown ting with a big bat, but she don't Really know how to use it. Come on. So I'ma come bruise it. Check. Fist that body, I abuse it. Check. Hold on tight, don't lose it. Ooh. You man learn from my blueprint. True, I come with that true shit. I got the grind in my teeth like a Toothpick. All I do is spit gems. I got a cold and the flu, I'm too Sick. Yo, my G, what's good, brother? What's really real? Uh, the true reality, We on the trillest trill. Uh, we got some bad Bs round. That's right, they hit them pills. Uh, so we about to make a movie, Yeah, we killing bills. I'm a beast. Niggas never gave me nothing but Grief. Lost count how many days I've been stuck In these streets. Keep a piece of metal when I'm cutting true Beef. I can't let another man get the better Of me. Niggas never gave me nothing but grief. Lost count how many days I've been stuck in These streets. Keep a piece of metal when I'm Cutting true beef. I can't let another man get the better of Me. These rappers confuse me. Chat 'bout Glocks and Uzis. Uh. But we from the same hood. You man never knew me. Nah. Tryna make friends with the new me. Yo, I'm like, "Dude, please." Now niggas wanna talk 'bout groupies. I been had gyals, don't group me. And next man's BM wan' do me. That's probably why don wan' do me. Uh. But please stop acting boofy. Uh. I got a rookie of the year, he Shoots frees. My swag stay fresh, not boujie. Matter of fact, call it sushi. Swag. I know a trill G about to come Home. I'ma call him Lil Boosie. Hah. Mic check, one, two, three. We can't play keyboard, but we do keys. Got point twos and loose Gs. Henny on the floor when we lose, G. Uh. Still there ain't money in my trues, G. But the music brings me new P's. Big You monkeys do what you see. And that's why I stopped wearing Gucci. I'm a beast. Niggas never gave me nothing but Grief. Lost count how many days I've been stuck In these streets. Uh. Keep a piece of metal when I'm cutting true Beef. I can't let another man get the better Of me. Oh, yeah. Niggas never gave me nothing but grief. Yeah. Lost count how many days I've been stuck In these streets. You know love it. Keep a piece of metal when I'm cutting true Beef. mean, you hold down. I can't let another Man get the better of me. I'm a champion, I never come last place. I'm getting money from hard 'caine. I'm getting money from Mary Jane. Hungry, but I'm still eating clean. Got a toothache, but I'm still eating cake. Got squirters and we got things that spray. Can get your skin burn on a raining day. Plenty gun action, training days. Should talk. Act up, you get a directors cut. The MAC-10 bust your T-shirt's ketchup sauce. I ain't cutting beef with knives and forks. I'm usually dishing out sweets from ratters and Spinners and nines and fives. Work it, call on my nine-to-fivers a jerk. I'll bring an end to his life, I'm a King. You can't bring an end to my line, I make it ring. Ring, ring, ring, Ring. You don't wanna see it dial. I'm a criminal. You don't wanna see my file. I got a big TE, ain't tryna see me Smile. Big tree, I'm tryna reach that mile. I'm a foul nigga, I don't get no cards. I bust case, they can't keep me with mine. Got the lethal beat, known for the pow. The streets locked down, it's not coming out. I'm the top of demand, I'm not selling out. Don't ask me when I'm gonna stop doing this. I'm taking the piss, I ain't top doing this. I'm a true man, don't you know I grew With the sticks? Machine swag, that's guns with nice Kicks. Karate machine, come through with sticks. Leave him cold, come like the flu in the Clips. Slap it and slap it and slap it And slap it and slap it. Come on, bearing The clip. Hit him up like Makaveli did Biggie. Still picking up food, I'm serving this shit. They want me locked up on surgery and shit. I'm fly, flying where my terminal is. I'm I, you don't know what world I'm in, But try. world, world. Try. Try, I swear this Earth you will leave. There's 10 in the beast, give six to your Team. Four in the clip in case the police. Biscuit for your boy, a mil for your bitch. That's it for your boy, you're playing with the Men. A grave for your body, a shell for Your head. What's your name? Mucky's baiting an end. You want change? You might get a coin for Your head. I'm on rage, I'm on arms. I'm on ounces for them pounds. I be in, out, but jail ain't my house. Move soft, you don't want a taste of this Aard. I love white, I never been racist at All. Big fool, my ting's breaking his scales. This, this, this, this, this. Then your mum waiting to mourn. Bang, bang, bang, bang, hit him till it's dawn. Bang, bang, bang, bang, hit him till it's dawn. Bang, bang, bang, hit him till it's dawn. Bang, bang, bang, hit him till it's dawn. Oh, yeah. I'm a beast. Oh, yeah. Niggas never gave me nothing but grief. I mean, Holiday Hills production. Lost count how Many days I've been stuck in these streets. Keep a piece of when I'm cutting true beef. We're gonna continue that vibe later, it. Few things we need to get into