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Jam Baxter
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Who's that? That's him
He's the one with the skin so shimmery
He's the one with the smile that'll turn
Your brand new blunts into old Ming Dynasty
Golden touch
But he didn't wanna show no luck
He didn't wanna put that work in, that right there, that shows no guts
You don't wanna skip that cue
You don't wanna rush that brew
You don't wanna tell no one that you're
Weak and only thing you can speak is toot
You just wanna be that guy, live that life
Get that yatty, lay that pipe
Put that cash in your hand
Draw that line in the sand, leave your hype
I never see the pic where you ain't posing
I look down your nose at me, same hole that you poke coke in
Same fire that you keep stoking
My donny, that's a weak slogan
That rock there keep toking
Them boy there, they can't test and I done told 'em
How much did you pay for the pumped up
Chest and the big bag of shoulder chips?
You can rock a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit
Old and shit, we all getting old and shit
You can wear a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit
Yeah, skin cells flaking off
On the street you leave your slug trail across
His fists were faded, pixelated
A 16-bit scene faced the boss
Another day another brain to squash
Underfoot, take the loss
Wolf it down, scrape the trough
The spice might melt your faces off
Shit, you just wanna flaunt that bag of chop
You just wanna make your mark like a John
Coleman going wild with the cattle prod
Looks like cunts came back in stock
Sent straight from the planet woof
He turned up sporting the eyes of a rabid dog
And I ain't seen a man dribble as much in my life
It went drip after drip, now he's floodin' the night
And now everyone's paddling, dreaming of shanking
Their bredrins and licking the blood from the knife
But the city'll flatten your skull in a vice and
Then sell you the brain back for double the price
But killing it dead is becoming a habit of
Mine, you can spare me your fucking advice
How much did you pay for the pumped up
Chest and the big bag of shoulder chips?
You can rock a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit
Old and shit, we all getting old and shit
You can wear a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit
Dirty goods, good looking
I'm about, what's cooking?
Who stole your bookings?
Who gave the rookies dem a whooping?
I weren't handed a hook up
Pirates get your face jook up
Eff the position you've took up
You're gonna look up, 'cause I'm so, I'm so, I'm so gully
I'm like, I'm like show me the money
You don't wanna, you don't wanna know me, sonny
'Bout you're going on like you've got flow
And then when you're live, you're miming at your own show
Brother, what's it all over though?
That wackness is a no bro, don't be a hoe
Just come and hold a seat front row
You dun know I'ma let my ting go
16 In the clip, I'll let 'em out
One of them shots might hit you
I don't care though, you know what I'm about, fool
Shout out to the old school
I'm internationally known, but move local
Like Oval, out on a roll call
Slapping MCs with these vocals
Yeah, my lord, dun know
Firework season, you get me?
Pure fireworks for them, you get me?
That's what we're giving them sometimes
Pure fireworks for the 2018 and the future
You see me? Pure fireworks
You get me?
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