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Thought Y'all Knew Feat. Dubbledge, Skrein, Supar Novar, Highbreed, Dr Syntax & Grim Finsta
Foreign Beggars
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Or get your fucking face cut with a broken bit of my dinner plate
Yeah? No names, these guys mess around
Pull out one of your records
And slice 'em a new jap
Sorry, yeah?
"I thought y'all knew"
"We are Z gen"
"Shut down your operation"
"I thought y'all knew"
"You know we start a show"
"I thought y'all knew"
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I spit more fire than dragons with curry breath
Never spending any money and getting a honey wet
Your flows are all sloppy and runny like honey sweat
Extended the alphabet with kh-eh-meh-eh-sphe
Don't forget, who this be? The Mr OR to the I
F-I-C-E, I'm filling wise guys with lies
So dry your eyes out before you step up to the stage
And get your shit stripped naked and displayed on the front page
It's keeping you busy, you wonder who is he
Holding two blunts and two rum and two whisky
And the mic in between, the light and the beam
Reciting the tightest lines, why is it me?
I told you I hold it up, I hold it down
Dark to the circle, the dopest sound
So I hit some ganja first, yes, I bun some herb
Then I run my verse, so just come get burned
Is it me seeking victory?
When you figure schemes, do you picture me?
Nightmares, cold sweats, heart-stricken beats
Listen to me, act differently
Start going on street with your pussy peeps
Could it be me at your door?
Four o'clock in the morning, ready for war
Sure, but you don't want it, I've hotted, blunted
Spark you on the top of the dome, leave you gross, stunted
What the fuck, yo? Man be coming to erupt flows
Fucking with us, blud, you get left stuck low
Under the ground, six feet deep
Trust me, it's on from I hit these streets
Man, I rip these beats into pieces
From my rhymes releases, mans having seizures
You can't beat us, feel us or be cussed
Dismissed by the mud and left to eat dust
"I thought y'all knew"
"We are Z gen"
"Shut down your operation"
"I thought y'all knew"
"You know we start a show"
"I thought y'all knew"
ย
Many people claim to be handy with rap skills
When it's pretty plain a mere handful in fact will
The remainder just stand looking whack
'Til I go and leave their brains in a mash like falafel
Stop saying you can rap like a natural
When you're on stage, you look bashful and baffled
Your stock phrases are arrogant babble
When I got the reins, step back or get trampled
I tear a page up if it ain't ready for lace-up
Still a vein, blood, sipping it straight up with no chaser
Raw like the Lone Ranger, another no name
A cold stranger, darker than Akuma on an old Sega
It's the skywalker, hindstalker, rhyme hoarder
Second foundation, a ruler of the mind order
Spit an eight bar, dirty like grime water
Make you bang your head against the wall like the blind porter
Yeah, I came in the door, I've said it before
I don't yam pork and I don't bang whores
Well, not bareback anyway, but my rap display
Display like tooth decay on fiends
Just suck the pipe until they teeth melt away
Brown and stained like shitty pants
That's beside the point, the point is this
Double Edge is heavy like obese kids
Young kids wanna be rich and famous
Go from innocent little girls to skets like flicks from Neighbours
Worst thing is, that's when man's on a dem
Blood, I stay cold like Anne Robinson
Lace my lyrics fatter than Barry from EastEnders
Imaginary Love Child with the human frame presenters
While you base your life on a fictional movie
I'm the one doing prank calls to Richard and Judy
"I thought y'all knew"
"We are Z gen"
"Shut down your operation"
"I thought y'all knew"
"You know we start a show"
"I thought y'all knew"
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