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Rollworld dot com. Rollworld dot com. Magic. Sparka Productions. Mess. Yes. Sparka Productions. Give me that fucking shirt. I ain't in the bits anymore. You're just pissed 'cause your bitch had my dick In her jaw. In her jaw. I ain't stressed, ain't a thin car. I'm in more hoods than heads in the winter. Winter. Want hype up, best be a sprinter. Let the knife cut flesh, now you're injured. Nah, I ain't the head nigga in charge. Press my button then I press trigger, ring fast. Watch the lip, dawg. Stop the big talk or put the mits on And pop the Blitz on. Real don pat a weirdo, so don't try and Be a hero. This ain't kick arse. Nigga said he'll do this and that but won't Really though. The only time they bangers when they Comment on my videos. Listen, I will wrap you. Yeah. When the flame's in my hand like that Statue in the Big Apple. Don't never lie. Oh, what a guy. So before you lose it, You better get a life. 'Cause if I ever rise, what, I can't miss. The large sticks come, shit is bigger than a Mega tribe. Said a belly bites if the pussy Telling lies. Let the heat speak. Why? 'Cause it tell it right. Keep thinking I just write lines. Real talk, I've been putting work in since '99. Two stars. 210, now it's my time. 'Cause the wordplay's smart, Einstein. I define nice. Nice. Spit cyanide. More punches than Fight Night. So get it through your head, I will never Fall. Never fall. That's like a little girl getting Menopause. So all the chatting, You should dead it all. Dead all. 'Cause I can barely hear you up on this Pedestal. You're a pussy, oh, keep talking. You better have your heat when you're walking. Have you outlined by the chalk when we pull Back the ting like a foreskin. You're a pussy, oh, keep talking. You better have your heat when you're walking. Have you outlined by the chalk when we pull Back the ting like a foreskin. Oi, youngs, What's wrong these haters, like? Rollworld dot com. Rollworld dot com. They're blogging, they're fucking typing on YouTube, On Facebook. Telling you, bruv, Only time these niggas come bangers when they're Commenting on shit, you gwan. Trust me, fam. Man's really in the streets. Give me that fucking shirt. If the stick's there then I'm on it. Then I'm on it. If I'm popping, man, I'm Dropping, man, I promise. In the 'Nam, we're surrounded by sticks. Little prick, this ain't a hood, you can call It a forest. Rollworld com. Anytime I see them Yutes, dashing out neck shots like it's on the Menu. I couldn't give a fuck about where the Venue. Anyone try stop it then I'm touching them Too. And when I go mad, there's no stopping. Little fish boy better hope I don't clock him. Yeah. If he gets scope, I won't cope, then I'm running. Gotta finish my job. What? Closed up coffin. I'm riding. I don't give a fuck about what You man's seen or how many niggas are in You man's team. 'Cause once I get that stick New brand clean, I swear to God I'll touch Any human being. My wordplay's cold but I'm colder in my heart. Strangling the strap like Homer does to Bart. Cash. If I catch a nigga strolling in the Park. Watch blades floating like Noah in his ark. They say that I'm shit knowing that I'm hard. And nigga, I know that you've been knowing all My bars. They say fuck a snitch. Snitches. How can you say that knowing that you Talk? Dickhead. You already know what them things Do. Things do. I will let it blow like The wind do. I will let it go when I'm on the road. What? I'm more equipped than When I'm in school. I tell him, "Don't play with me." Nah. Boy running up his mouth, I tell him, "Same as he. When I left my home, I Didn't leave alone. I ain't got a chrome stick But I've got my blade with me.