Modern Warfare

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If a man try diss me, off with his head He can sleep in a coffin, he's dead Get dead from the shit I spread with a pen or a marker Holdin' it parker When I send for the skeng, it's dead Recommend that you stay calm 'Cause you'll get popped in the collar And you'll be cool but you ain't Fonz On God, pay attention I'm frightening like a Muslim With an eye full of tears mumbling shit on the train The backpack full of tension When I lift up my right hand, see the extension Ha, go go gadget Till your brain's in four more fragments On the mic, I'm a murder mechanic So don't ask me what's in my rucksack Me and my dogs, we roll tight like a nervous nutsack You man are wankers, so right where your boss at Is the same place you'll get a hollow tip slog at You feel me? Baxman, don't ever feel me Uh, 'cause this ain't no TV scene And a magazine won't be a TV read Draw for the guillotine, link the capillaries If you're gonna shoot then finish me I'm no joke, put a man in a wooden coat I shouldn't joke, I couldn't cope With your bullshit, if I had a shank No, I couldn't say I wouldn't vote I just stood and spoke Do you know who you're fuckin' with? No? Well, hasta la vista, B's got a pistol Put a window in your frame like Vista I'm an evil prick with an eagle Click, click, click, that won't be a picture Man, talk about weight, shottin' that food Breakin' that cake and robbin' them dudes Ain't nobody robbin' this crew Got a .22, remove your shit like a hoover And I'll order your shit I'll send BBR, start borin' your chick My next PBO is more than a brick Flip four times with a whole score in the tick You look a bit pissed But I tell 'em like big Fritz Nobody can chat to me bad Hey, so what you know about my mandem? And Hey, we always travel in tandem Hey, if it's beef, then they'll ride Hey, do the ting and then slide Nobody no talk, nobody never hear What we're dealin' 'round here is modernized warfare Nobody no talk, nobody never hear And if you ever see it, then you 'bout to disappear Back in the days of the N9 flats Shot food, make money and jack Shot food to black and white cats so much They would call me Postman Pat Nah, nah, not on my patch You're not serving, not on my patch Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that, gimme that Not serving, not on my patch Uh, I don't roll with the P's, cuz I don't need to Yeah, you should talk to your olders a piece, cuz And they'll teach you That I'm B live and I'm an OG long time I had beef but not for a long time My mandem are settlers, meddlers Rock and roll, all you celibates Never fucked up a track like B Never topped up a map like me Never came off the street Go back to the hood any day I want like me So stop with the gangster chat I don't care if your gang's are black I don't bares if your man can clap I'm not interested I love girls and I'm into sexin' I'm old school like a TDK Monday to Friday I'm with BBK Friday I'm out with the mandem My mandem are still BBK Then I call up Flax and say Call Nos, call Black, call Dre Call Fire, call X, call Ray And tell them man that I'm on the way Oi, don't get lemon 'Cause that don't suit ya I'm not a car key Put it under your chin then push button And I'ma test out the range like a shooter Look, you should open your eyelids I'll put the silencer to your iris Bring Cilencer, get a hybrid If she calls me, it's not my kid A lot of murderers, nobody's life in That's why there's nobody frightening How come there's nobody's hyping? That's why that nobody likes him I'm Man City but my name ain't Bellamy I got top gear but I ain't Jeremy So, there's no point tellin' me That man a bad man, you've got felonies (Wasteman) Hey, so what you know about my mandem? And Hey, we always travel in tandem Hey, if it's beef, then they'll ride Hey, do the ting and then slide Nobody no talk, nobody never hear What we're dealin' 'round here is modernized warfare Nobody no talk, nobody never hear And if you ever see it, then you 'bout to disappear